Are we just waiting to Questions the Problems?
Are dreams just stories that have not been turned into facts?
Or are facts things that turn into dreams to tell stories?
What happens to lies that are stretched, does it just turn into truths?
So then lies are just pieces to the absolute truths?
Who dares enter the Chambers of ho-lies?
And a-tempts to open the Arks of Covenant?
Would you even need to balance lies with truth if they are part of the whole?
For what you perceive is what you receive?
Then shall I say "receiving is perceiving/presieving"?
Like a boat listing at sea
I am much inclined to follow thee
From port to far-flung port
Our shared destiny I court…
Face facts: This is such juvenile trash
Reading it causes diaper rash
Truth and facts are twins,
born from the same silence,
cradled in the same light,
yet hunted by different men.
Facts stand naked in the marketplace,
cold, stubborn, unmoving.
Numbers etched into stone,
events that happened whether we like them or not.
But truth…
truth walks deeper.
It enters the soul of things,
breathes beneath statistics,
and whispers what facts alone cannot explain.
A fact may tell you
that chains once held a people.
Truth will tell you
how those chains still echo in their minds.
A fact may record
the fall of a nation.
Truth will reveal
who sold its future in the dark.
And so the world fears them both.
Because facts expose lies,
but truth exposes intentions.
Politicians manipulate facts,
crowds distort truth,
and loyalists bury both
beneath noise and emotion.
Yet the twins endure.
For facts are the footprints of reality,
and truth is the soul that left them behind.
Separate them,
and society becomes blind.
Unite them,
and even darkness begins to confess.
Comprenez-vous la terminologie culinaire française ?
Abaisser:
Abats/Abattis:
Abricoter:
Allumettes:
Anglaise (Mise en)
Bavarois:
Beurre en Pommade:
Beurrer:
Farce:
Mise en Place:
Pané/Paner:
Sauté
Batterie de Cuisine
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"spear protector" or "guardian with a spear,'
OR sURRRENTIO
Thrown away after years of service, time reduced by judges refusing to acknowledge years of time and work.
Thrown away and forced to spend money to prove life facts that are clear and apparent.
Thrown away in a divorce, reduced time of marriage, causing loss of money, loss of children, and more, can happen when judges refuse to acknowledge the facts.
Thrown away happens to many, it happens after years of service at work, years of service to a group, years of service in a marriage, just to mention a few.
Thrown away and mistreated should never happen, respect and love, and truth should always be given.
Thrown aways can happen in many ways so be aware and take care.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
No one is going
To blindly jump into unforeseen
Waters, not knowing where
It's going to take them
Why is it more comfortable
To have more blankets on but the window open
Than it is to sleep with just the duvet
And the window shut?
Because it is cosier, snugglier,
But what exactly makes it so?
Why is it pleasant to be dry, not so nice to be wet?
Well, wet is often cold, why’s it not fun to be cold?
What is fun?
Also, what used to go on in our minds
Before wet, cold and fun were words to us?
If you’re wet, you are not always cold.
Being soaked isn’t so bad
On scorching sands.
But is that only because you’ll quickly dry off
And because you know that?
Can anyone pinpoint
What is so unpleasant
About sand stuck to your skin?
Why is it so good to get it off in a warm, bubbly tub?
It is a relief, but why?
Relief can be defined by relaxation,
But what exactly is that?
Well, it’s the freedom from anxiety, from tension.
But then relief isn’t exactly relaxation.
After relief, it’s back to whatever came before
What needed to be relieved.
I thought lizards got bad press
‘til I saw one undress
newspaper report
Malibu, California
August 10th, 2025
mountain lion bites eleven-year-old girl
bites?
not mauls?
bites?
not kills?
I think the reporter left out a few things.
The girl was at her chicken coop
she began screaming
Her mother and a sibling came out with a stun gun
they stunned the mountain lion
the wildlife people responded, finding it hiding.
They shot it dead
How many people hear screaming and run outside with a stun gun?
In Sicily’s cradle, so tender and small,
A newborn dwarf elephant—no larger than a doll.
Seventeen pounds of wonder, pure and bright,
Born full of wisdom, with gentle might.
Eyes deep as earth, a soul wrapped in green,
Feasting on leaves where innocence has been.
Clean-hearted vegan in a world grown wild,
A tiny giant with the heart of a child.
Oh, cuddly marvel that time let depart,
You dwell in our memories, whispered from heart to heart.
A love that once roamed where the past softly wept—
The cutest lost baby the Earth ever kept.
(The AI title was “Whispers of the Lost Tusker”)
Artificial Intelligence aka the end of creativity & death to all art. New age plagiarism in my opinion. The work of a bot with credit taken by one who's too lazy to think for themselves. Absolutely no good comes from Artificial Intelligence in regards to any form of art or expression of self. I honestly believe it will be the death of all art forms from reading to writing, from art to music etc & everything in between. Why do we as society promote this nonsense or even stand behind this foolishness in the first place? What does one gain from this? It isn't art in any way shape or form & nothing that comes from it is truly genuine or from the heart, it's B.S. that is created spur of the moment on the fly via bot processor or whatever the hell it is they use to operate. We as people need to bring an end to A.I. before it brings an end to us.
Like blind men embracing part reality,
Not having seen a tusker in all life,
Each fraught with fractured facts sans verity,
Each telling truth but not sharp as a knife.
Like oaths in courts: I’ll tell the truth, whole truth,
Yet, adulterate facts what all they get,
Freshly fabricated and full of youth
And vitality, long innings to bat.
Poor truth, set to get dumped in time’s dust bin,
Rain shower passing by in mid-day sun,
Truth, eyes and ears half-shut, voice lost in din,
Facts filtered through bias-- a legal fun.
A wolf when once applying for a bail,
And asked for a witness: yea, here’s my tail.
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Sonnet (tongue-in-cheek) |27.09.2025| facts, justice, truth
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R43 QUITE TRIVAL WHEN HEAVYWEIGHT BOXER BOB SATTERFIELD SERVED IN THE ARMY FROM 1942 TO 1945 WHERE HE BEGAN BOXING AFTER RETURNING FROM WAR 1945 AMAZING R 43 DID YOU MEAN MY MOM BIRTH WARM MEMORIES OF UNCLE BOBBY LIFE GOES ON GOD BLESS AMERICA
Russia invaded Ukraine three years ago
Stick to the facts, President Trump
If you don’t, Americans will abandon you
And lower you into the garbage dump
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