Nigeria is bleeding
From the incompetence
Of our leaders
Speak up and they'll come for you
But can't go after or come for terrorist
Farmers can't go to farm
Traveling by road in now deadly
Going to church or school
Is now at your own risk.
Nigeria is bleeding
And our leaders are silent
Amidst the shedding
Of innocent blood
Cry for justice everywhere
But ignorance our leaders practice
They always keep us in the dark
Empowering fear and lack
Just to make the people slack and wack.
Nigeria is bleeding
From inflation and more
Insecurity everywhere
While the leaders are secured
The nation is starving
From peace and unity
Due to tribalism
The nation is dysfunctional
How would its inhabitants function now?
Removal of the orient gleam of
an ephemeral existence.
The Constrict persistent,
a secure suffocation.
To suffer in gasping provocation.
Null proclimation, writhe.
Grade A exasperation,
desperate for lung expansion.
Consumed by a jaw unhinged
and sealed in
scale-tight enzyme digestion.
Allowed self-doubt to
let myself
down,
this road
I
led myself
down.
Inhale freshwater,
I
held myself
down.
Becoming a defenseless lure,
helpless and approachable.
Grace never held her hand out.
Regrettable rational, internal dialogue
soured by stupidity.
Remedial action, to focus on discrepancies.
Mocked by the laughing flatulence expulsion.
Giggles to self as motor function falters.
Off to nowhere, cease feeling weather.
A headless chicken or lamb to slaughter?
We brought ourselves out here.
Neanderthal deliverance service.
Severed head, served on a bedrock platter,
apple-gagged,
toothless banter.
Anything, flower or face
Glass-domed, or that behind
If as icon, mired;
Or what of it, Beauty, book-kept
If as tale inspired
Once focused on, is brought to light
This core, divine, in us;
Longingly pulsates.
Thenceforth nothing but Heaven's
Aspiring to sates.
Part one
Earth in sanskrit meaning
To give a meaning of a subject is design "
Thank you All I'm really happy with the world I hope you love the "DESIGN ABILITY OF FUNCTION"
ANTLOAK
RISHI TANTRACHARYA AGHORI MHABHARAMNAD
(DESIGNER)
OM JAGDISH BAJANTRI
Part two
sincerely thank all of you for standing by me.
I wish to say that without your support, this research could never have been completed.
Therefore, this heritage of three generations now belongs to you.
One who does not know the truth should seek guidance from the wise and the knowledgeable.
The meaning of Earth – Antloak
My blessings are with you all.
Rishi Tantracharya Aghori mhabharamnad
Om Namah Shivaya
Om Jagdish Bhajantri"**
Cheeks were meant for kissing
Hands were meant for holding
Ears were meant for listening
Arms were meant for enfolding
Eyes were meant for ogling
Mouths were meant for stuffing
Hair was meant for brushing
Cheeks were meant for blushing
Minds were for manipulating
Knees were meant for kneeling
Bums were meant for bumming around
Thoughts for disagreeing
Feet were meant for walking
Palms were for reading the future
Toes were meant for counting
Common sense is for avoiding bloopers
Tongues were meant for wagging
Sores were meant for rubbing
Eyebrows were meant for raising
But hearts my very very good friends
Hearts were meant for loving
Does politeness in your family well up like
a seed in jagged rocks in the tundra night?
Do manners brew in the black cauldron
with garlic, onions and eye of newt?
Does your family season its conversation with
gallons of salt, while forgetting to add sugar?
Would you rather season your conversation
with extra hot ghost pepper sauce?
Does your family function like a Mentos
that has been stuck inside a bottle full of Coke?
Or maybe your family function is like
vinegar and baking soda mixed in a blender?
If that is your family welcome to broken,
welcome to the ashes, and the dawning of a traumatic normal.
E.L.E.
Gain of function?
Fauci says its fiction
So without hesitation
I embrace salvation
First shot
Government mistrust
Big pharma bloodlust
Yet in science I trust
Take the vaccine I must
Second shot
Another jab I allow
Side effects follow
Vaccine in me I know
Makes my blood glow
Third shot
Again they stab my vein
I endure a lancing pain
As clots invade my brain
God I invoke but in vain
Fourth shot
Am I being foolish?
Swimming in a Petri dish
My free will I relinquish
One more dose to finish
Fifth shot
Now and forever
I am a cadaver
E.L.E. : Extinction Level Event!
Too much turmoils
Make me fatique
Too much chaos
Make me deaf
Too much tragedies
Make me blind
My mind jammed
My heart broken
I have nothing to say anymore
Years after years hazards come and go and return
Silence is the only word on my lips
The fan blades turn and turn
No noise but efficient
Noisy fan means old and not functioning well
But my silence means loss, helpless and confused
God's silence means we're seriously handicapped
God's words are spread in all nature
With philosophical signs
To be interpreted by man himself
Silence always speaks the loudest voice
To man's heart only
With no heart attacks of course
A heart can be put in a battery to make it function again
How about a stonely heart with God's words
Maybe,maybe...
I
If each of us is a song
We are not physical
If God sings us into life
We are resurrected beings -
Not physical either
II
You have believed when I talked 'wave'
And 'ocean'
It is the ocean that sings
Waves into existence, rides along
The entire ocean does the 'wave' thing -
Right?
So, too, God experiences through us:
Song, celestial vehicle, or waves
We merge into God, or return to One
Unity in Diversity
III
Appearances are not always accurate about inner reality
quantum mechanics admits it doesn't know a WAVE, or why photons think, decide --
That 'possibilities' are real, physicality not!
You and I are POSSIBILITIES
The brain is an incredibly efficient computer
Compressing trillions of bytes of information,
Registering every impression we encounter,
Analyzing concepts from formation to causation.
Compressing trillions of bytes of information
In milliseconds without hesitation, unrelentingly,
Analyzing concepts from formation to causation
Remarkably, it even functions unconsciously.
In milliseconds without hesitation, unrelentingly,
It processes the continual intake of our senses
Remarkably, it even functions unconsciously,
Outlining proposals, formulating our defenses.
It processes the continual intake of our senses,
All while regulating our involuntary responses
Outlines our proposals, formulates our defenses
Even evaluating the most complicated nuances.
All while regulating our involuntary responses
Registering every impression we encounter,
Even evaluating the most complicated nuances
The brain is an incredibly efficient computer.
Written May 9, 2022
We are engines
not autonomous,
we need for
safe driving
two engines....
mine and yours..
My dear !
That's how we work. !
The void beneath the synaptic cleft
Place of precision warp and weft
Neurons are space ships fired at will
With dying breath then they still
Billions of neurons drive my brain
Trying to understand~it is in vain
Neurons are sparking as I contemplate
What next to write then I vacillate.
Second by second day after day
Neurons are friends as I wend my way
Different at night when deeply asleep
Neurons fire backward ~ we are unique.
Warp and Weft:
The art of weaving is a subtle metaphor for understanding the workings of the universe and our place in it.
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"See for yourself"
It is obvious that -if only- we were to list the functions of the eyes,
we would need a lot of time to get to see.
C-hoose to fulfill your function,
E-ven though it's difficult;
L-et your performance be fine,
E-radicating your life's fault.
S-imply fulfill your function,
T-o show your trust and love;
E-liminate the negligence, giving glory to the Father above.
F-aithfully fulfill your function,
E-arly eighth of February;
D-on't let your fervor fade,
E-arnestly please the Almighty.
R-emain firm and steadfast,
E-agerly wait for salvation;
S-tay blazing and fervent, fulfill your function.
pow(x,y)
You can create a function to relate
the value of x raised to power y.
One clever way to exponentiate
is to repeat a simple multiply.
If y is zero, just return a one—
for ev’ry number, that will be the case.
And when y equals one, your work is done—
the answer will be x, your starting base.
For ev’ry other value y can be,
just multiply by x, recursively.
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