They don't rectify the problem-
They just make it
Comfortable.
Their kindness feels mellow
But somehow the havoc grows optimistic.
They mean well-
Which is why trouble keeps
Duplicating itself.
They don't start the mess-
They just keep giving it room
To be viable.
Every disaster has a confidant-
The one who keeps defending it.
Written By: D. Collins 1/21/26
The slow certain death has already taken hold.
In the wheat and soy bean that cannot be sold.
A bailout to farmers is but a temporary fix.
Next year will America be duplicating this?
Will cattle farmers have to streamline their stock?
In not knowing if they'll be able to sell it, or not?
It appears our problems have only just begun.
Because we won't be trading with anyone.
A self-inflicted hold will eventually choke us out.
And China will welcome our friends, without a doubt.
The Roman Empire fell because of too many fronts.
We'll see our demise by trying to take what we want.
How human
is human nature?
Alas, then, is nature
by default also human?
Human not soulfully enliven?
Just deposed products
of the same, natural
mystery?
So, is Nature or Man
to blame? -- is it devil
or God
or simply
the pollinated seed
perpetually alive in every
duplicating spontaneous
naturally manipulated oblivious
spiritually vacant pod?
It's Valentine’s
think hearts and
roses she said --
roses she prefers
so like herself
her own gracefulness
enticing petal scent --
the blossoms she adores --
think of rapturous nights
and Roman Candle dawns
such passion as hers never
seemed to need break --
entrancing patterns of fine drape
silk dappled with sunlight
beams of arousing romantic kneading
a second heedless amorous skin duplicating
transposing quixotic embroideries
of desire and forever --
like Salome she revealed all of her
beguiling fond nakedness
making instant jello of
my rational mind -- I will never
forget...vowed we would never forget!
Damn, where was that?
and who the hell was
I with?
Oh to be young and divinely foolish again!
Isotopes of a larger part
Extractions or
Variants isolated to its
Purity
Clustered to fuss and
Burst or reburst into a
Larger reaction
Each moment of a second is
Then equal from end to end
Moreso that its stability to
endure can be made safe for
the sake of endurance
To make regular usage of
What could be be
From the position of improvement
Advancing and duplicating what has
Been advanced to create a source of
reliable power, from the simplicity of
Science.
Facts to forward the advancement of
a stable source. Elongating what has been
done to reap the benefits of its possibly.
Fusion to make one second into 60 in a safe
and productive manner!
Sponge Bob Square Pants must have originated with Boterismo
I can only imagine the responses by the socialized.
They would not have understood the blockish faces
Or the stocky blocky bodies drawn by Angulo
People with art in their souls readily understood it
Flocking to his shows in droves - duplicating and imitating
His art is not for everybody, but it is for those with soul.
Which is why it is recognized all over the world.
Any soulful song
of slow grown Earth
must incarnate roundly replicating
softly supplicating
deftly duplicating
flawlessly fornicating
religiously regenerating
Wealthy win/win climatic waves
of healthy EarthTribe
FatherSun/EarthMother
mountain/valley
pole/hole
convex/concave
Well sung and wellness danced
enlightening/empowering
political/ecological raves.
Soulfully singing
left/right bicameral winging
slow dancing scribes
recircling EarthTribe sacred praise.
While some formulas have long been agreed on,
With specific weights and measures defining them,
And as anyone who has failed an exam,
Because they tried a formula previously proven unreliable,
Will tell you,
Tis wiser to have learnt them by heart,
Than to rely on the one written on your shirt cuff,
Not being a blot on future career prospects,
There are some formulas that are still as elusive to us today,
As they were to all those generations who came before.
The problem has always been in duplicating them outside of the laboratory,
Every person of note throughout recorded history has produced a formula,
For success that nobody else has ever been able to duplicate.
The same with formulas for longevity, happiness, a perfect night's sleep,
Or one that allows us to stop drinking wine at a point where the effects,
Are only beneficial.
This leads me to the conclusion that some formulas,
Are only meant for single use,
And never to be entrusted to governments,
Multinationals or those,
Whose eye is always on the next sure thing.
The wrath that they have for me and
The envy they have for my dreams,
Man so much emotions they hating but
For fish: i walk on water,
For the hill: i climb my way to the top,
Rubber girls and metal men!
Im a wooden boy from deep in forests
An outcast so i was Raised by wolves:
I sold hell to angels and Heaven to demons,
The leftovers i gave to mortals
Deep in the black market:
Giving out knowledge;
Watching out for the feds
I don't wanna go to jail,
But for what i believe in
They can lock up me for a thousand years.
Hanging in the corners
Those pyramids for G's
G be Genius- Geniuses be the greatest,
Looking for formulas to conduct my new experiments:
Point of interest be dull in appearance
That's the difference
between the top and the bottom,
What's above is not below:
that's just the law of oneness so i'm not duplicating,
One be all- all be the mass
Mass be the people- the people be the masses.
Escalating, moving forward
Rushes and blame me inches
Damn be ruin my phase,
That's more calculating
Aeons to the modern day:
In the 1000th day i shall rule-
Giving code of ethics to individuals
So they too can enjoy the feast.
Bachelor
unity
Which words can you come up without
duplicating that use the most different
letters? The above two words use thirteen
different letters. They also use all five
vowels. See if you can top that. Also,
I did not realize how many different
definitions to do had. Jim Horn
To do:
perform, execute
slang: attack
slang: have sex with
work, suffice
be reasonable or acceptable
in questions
in negations
for emphasis
referring to an earlier verb (pro-verb)
cook
visit
be exhausted, finished, ready
take care of, be well
be in jail
Change the story
These words kept ringing in my ears
Change the story
That's not what people want to hear
Every morning you saturate the airwaves
with insentient and agonizing words
disdaining my intelligence
and rekindling a treacherous fire
You have gone down that road before
stirring up fear and doubt
Impeding upon history
And trespassing on my dignity.
You have eroded all civility
spilling vengeance , derision and anger
Catering to their weaknesses
And making unrealistic promises.
Change your groundless theory and
work towards unity
stand up for what you believe in
and stop this useless masquerading
You have been hammering a tale
that is so hard to bear
The chronicle keeps duplicating itself
resonating deeply in despair
The music is playing loudly
Echoing mystics in the air
Change the precarious story
and face the fight with decency.
Adapting around.
Salutations to the salamander which is an extraordinary being;
It can live in water it's whole life like a fish or walk on land both life giving;
they have normally four toes on the front legs and five digits on both of the receding;
when they are young they are velvet to touch and when they get older become slippery in feeling;
like most vertebrates they are not because instead of lungs they can have gills for breathing;
salamanders don't like being touched as they secrete poison from their glands in case anything near one fancies eating;
the amazing salamander has no external ears but they can detect many colours of the spectrum through determining sight seeing;
they say they are most like frogs and reproduce in quite the same way but when a salamander loses a limb they can reproduce duplicating regenerating healing;
so the salamander is the closest to perfection of any living being because it can adapt to it's surrounding rather than changing the surrounding it's living.
I was deeply annoyed.
One by one they were falling,
walking in quagmire.
For duplicating rights ?
Dead pelicans, pouch empty.
Somebody was picking ants from the air.
Give me some cold pack,
my head is throbbing hot,
I am burning.
Nine year old innocent
raped by a septuagenarian.
A twin pregnancy. I will go insane.
They were still talking about
the golden beach, and perfected will.
Too late to count the gods.
The pale body was untying the mask.
The suffering borrows from the death
and embryo becomes a temple.
SATISH VERMA
Within the mind of the artist
Lies the image not yet created
For others to see, yet it’s seen
By the mind’s eye of the creator
It’s already a work of art, untouched
By hands, but already molded
By the heart and soul and mind
As the image comes to life for
The many viewers, it becomes
Under further scrutiny of the
Artist who can destroy it
Completely on a whim
We pray perfection upon
Completion and not the trials
Of duplicating efforts, else
It shall be destroyed
Rumours spreading ink
Blots on a character,
Insidiously virus like,
Duplicating cells,
Touching and impregnating
Once lucid beliefs
With embryo taints and
Darker schema.
“So, that’s him, there he is
That’s what he did,
Let’s hear more;”
Truth warped out of shape,
A shifting balloon of
Malleable bad blood,
Twisted beyond all
Former recognition.
Poison pen Chinese whispers
Uttered, scratched,
Scrawled, trickled asides,
Poured and decanted
Into the ears of those dupes
Susceptible enough and lazy enough,
Evil enough
To propagate the lies.
If said enough times,
It becomes tangible, factual,
A construct of the real world.
Initially I trod
Upon an ant,
By Easter
I killed Jesus;
By Christmas, guess
I’ll hang for it…
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