I know, love, what we're here for
We both are destined to forever
Looks like a hackneyed metaphor
But one can try to put it better
Mix the reality with dreams
Like, for example, I can do
Not sure though, if I have seen
All dreams, there’s always something new
Missed or forgotten in a hurry
But as I enter my love’s room
The picture dims, the dream gets blurry
Enhanced into the evening gloom
And I get lost, and strip away
Back to the real world I know
Outside’s another damp gray day
What is inside, seems hard to show.
Our comedy shows are political discourse. The funniest are those of hypocritical nations- those elders that tell us what to do and deride us when we're not looking.We are certain that we will live long because the world is such a happy place. There are many things to laugh about. For example, people carve utopias on this earth by —forgive my laughter — by forgetting our history, absorbing propaganda and theorising on the best system of government; the "-isms." Isn't that hilarious?
We look to ourselves
and God alone . We're islands
that push wheel barrows
while carrying our cross.
Who cares about our backs?
all calendars types
based on Moon, Sun, and some stars
see for example
Julian and Hebrew
Gregorian Hegira
Mayan Indian
Already the morning
is full of momentum
and is beginning to crash through
the defences, leaving pieces
scattered behind.
There are always broken
things left in the wake of time.
Take that Mickey Mouse clock
for example
with the snapped spring
and missing hand, the toy truck
with the bent and rusted out
trailer, the football
with its perished bladder.
You would gather up
all the broken toys
and put them in a box
in the vague hope that one day
they could be fixed.
They never were.
A life always leaves
a long trail of debris behind
until there is nothing left
to fall off, break or perish.
Cut the budget
Cut the fraud
Cut the bullcrap
Cut the lies
Cut, cut, cut it out!
Finding ways to reduce spending while spending is diabolical. Spending millions on a military parade is waste management at its finest.
What in the Big Beautiful Baffling Bill is going on?
When I was young we use to say, “Robbing Peter to pay Paul.” The “rich” are probably clueless to this saying, but the struggling people lived, know and understand the meaning of this statement.
“Robbing Peter to pay Paul” meant, taking from one to give to another. More like, taking from one end to make ends meet on another end. For example, taking some of the money from the light bill to put that money on the water bill.
Ssh, the way I see it, when it comes to this administration, it’s robbing Peter and Paul.
conversation continues,
for example the limits of reflexes-
until 12 rounds
From the words of my beloved partner~ he spoke I inked
She’s a clutch player who excels under pressure
She’s Johnny on the spot with tenacious resolve,
One who is extremely creative, an innovative marvel
For example, surprisingly adept to any endeavors
in which she partakes and is quite vivacious,
A zany sense of humor
with a touch of sassy and with a tangy edge,
She’s a multifaceted dynamo
with an energetic verve, tenacious
and at times pugnacious
She can be a little too verbose
They looked at the sounds of tones whiched they decribed as tunes of "doomed and saddened people" The blues were the themitism of devilsih wierds could justify the meddling of people. Speaking certain names, with words to create a concern. To cause trouble in the stg: she jumped until the waves knocked down the sand castle her brother had created: and laughed that his labors were in vain.
To make sure the happiness of an individual never happens due to the needs of people, external of a relationship. An action to prevent two people from being together.
An action to prevent two people from collarating either to prevent for a big score or to preventing from starting something new together. Either a permanent relationship or marriage. ( often using terms from one gerne to conflict: (for example) she refused to give the proper instructions to convert the formula, knowin:g it was key to the success of the project)
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Niente Ad Libertum
Thesotuxo KottonBottom
This is a contest entry for Law of Physics and Humanity. The topic I chose was quantum superposition. Look back into your own life, use choices with what outcomes that could've been. For example being stuck behind a slow driver to only see that the car ahead of them wrecked. Each possibility is a state and there are infinite ones of them. This is my poem about the probability of your life.
Vector spaces give us the direction,
A part of the answer to your question,
What is superposition in quantum you're asking,
Plenty of types of vector for electron to proton masking,
The masking of possible probability of infinite states,
This is what Schrodinger's cat dictates,
Infinite outcomes until finally observed,
Taking the amount of measures then probability is preserved,
Applied to life supplies what state you're in,
Plus the probability of what you could have been.
Give me a moment while I expound
on a principle our friend Newton found.
Every time you execute an action,
you cause an equal, opposite reaction.
In my way of thinking, this 'ol universe
works backward - kinda in reverse.
Everyone should do what I want them to,
but I find just the opposite is true.
When I instruct my kid, and say "do not".
He only hears "do". The "not" he forgot.
That's not just the way it is with a kid,
adults, too, don't like anyone to forbid.
In my imagination, I can clearly see
just how I'd like everything to be.
For example, say, I want to get that date,
with my crush, but she won't cooperate.
Then, when my interest starts to wane,
now, she begins a romantic campaign.
Her attraction for me starts to grow,
equal to how much I hit the brakes to slow.
Based on Isaac Newton's bright ideology,
maybe I should use reverse psychology;
but that would drive me out of my head.
So, I'll let people be themselves instead.
Hair Care
The hair care bottles in
the shower stall can do
breathtaking manoeuvrers, for example,
rolls and loops.
Let's stay home and do something
Something fun, you choose
Just tell me sweetheart, I'm all in
With you I cannot lose
Even nothing, if your choice
Though I have things in mind
My chair here, for example
Where two could fit just fine
We could watch a movie
You sitting on my lap
Or we could simply cuddle up
And take a little nap
I'm sure we'll think of something
There's lots that we can do
I won't say no to anything
I'll leave it up to you
How may we share ethereal sights we see,
such as for example, flickering of space,
revealing light from heaven that set’s soul free?
How may we transmit bliss imbibed by God’s grace,
transmuting each cell of form that we may be
by day and night transfixed in divine embrace?
Pastors preach, scriptures teach but truth’s out of reach.
When will walls of delusion, souls choose to breech?
You see tis not problem let say for instance
a family to have two noble family houses
even though age, even though power, wealth and influence
what is there for people to share the schools, stations
and for example market places?.
Can they change even the nature of news through
democracy? or fast the glass?.
Let assume that the school is the country is the world,...
To be frank what have they done in the school other than
integration and brotherhood and humanity at large.
So much such that no department or methodology for
instance will expire.
I feel that this is a yonder development of the older
machinery, enshrining the status quo- though somehow
dirty today- is not as it is seen- the mission like a child
growing will deny the childhoodness if not a sometimes
mologue whims?.
When the question was asked in philosophy class,
I just grappled with the meaning of "conscience".
When I asked the girl next to me what it actually meant,
she gave me the example: "When you for example see shoes in a shop and you want to buy them so bad but they cost way too much. So you feel bad. Then you don't buy it, but you also might feel bad that you bought it"
While listening to her I looked out the window,
asking myself: "Am I not confronting it the whole time?"
I knew very clear,
that the whole time I got reminded by you.
But I painted on it talking about a different person and situation, since people who you know were looking and listening.
Even though I manipulated it well,
my mind was shifting through two parallels,
which made my voice shake,
my face turn red,
my vocals get raw,
not talking on point,
looking left and right.
Since I was still talking about you.
Teacher:"do you have a example?"
My hands grabbed my knees, repeatedly saying:"hm.."
While I know the specific one real well.
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