To exersize without using your body.' To over eat. And not gain weight, to introduce
An illness to humanity, yet not yourself getting any consequense.' To interfere with
Created seeds, and expect no problems
To feed meat products to herbivore cattle
And not create a sickness.' To teach low quality lessons in school, yet expect outstanding results, to glorify violence and
Expect safety.' To export your wealth yet
Expect a resilient economy, to denigrate and remove the experienced people, yet not expect extreme financial difficultiys.'
The lack of common sense
makes nonsense easy,
things that should make sense,
slip through, unchallenged.
Yet common sense itself
makes the absurd unbearable,
forcing logic upon the illogical,
struggling to grasp the uncommon.
To live without it
is to drift through chaos,
unbothered by contradiction.
To live with it
is to wrestle with reason,
forever questioning the senseless.
illogical thought
sheepheaded idea
easily ignored
What"s the logic in
all living without reason...!
walking aimlessly
Capture the moments that will never come back
two squirrels play in the walnut tree
Do they use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?
26.10.22
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Fertile fields of sunflowers flank the picnic space.
Where the fragrant roses are scarlet or any other shade.
And where people exchange pleasantly divine grace.
A unique way to gain love, respect, and halcyon glade
This planet may purely exist in aware people's braincase.
Peace, though, keenly enjoys odd dream wade.
"illogical, hand a man a gun, then condemn him for shooting you"
F-R-A-U-D
Seventy-four million Americans had their votes cancelled,
Tis far more than mere shame.
Honest, hard working, some retired, 'twas no accident...
Thefe is fraud and vile, valid blame!
They stood in line in winter for hours and then,
Dominion flushed them, as turds, down the drain.
Run over by a technology train with neither heart
Nor a human brains.
The judges, so awesome in black gowns, let
America go down a filthy computerized toilet.
Only crime, looting, burning cities no police,
they seem OK?
Crime, OK at their politically appointed feet.
If vote fraud goes on, the country disappears.
Run by madcap anarchists who will murder,
ruin cities....... and cheer.
12/11/2020
Fire's fickle flare falls down
Rosy cheeks
with violent wet streaks
of fury shattered against the
shores of tragedy.
Hair torn, grace forlorn
feigning futile fights from last morn
now rendered pointless
by endless scorn.
Free flows follow fine lines
between sorrowful and happy times
bittersweet empty crimes
unsustained lies,
times terrible truths held to roost
smashing boundaries juiced
like sour limes.
Green, with envy
no longer gently held
behind dry mascara recently welled
and screams, so gleefully yelled
at who?
The vast verbal vindictive void,
the nothing, the emptiness
You held so deep, that only
passion could melt that frozen keep.
teeth gnashing like a spiked portcullis
holding back your mortal lips
from words so venomous they bring abyss.
- A journey started by a single kiss.
It isn't like a movie replaying
Those hardly do
I simply remember the emotion
But this does
Like scenes I want to cast
It floats through my head in day and night
Causing me to seem to stare into the abyss
To space out at the oddest of time
It's an odd feeling
Like I'm attached, a part of someone else
Like my head should'nt take charge
It is irrational and illogical
Something I have never been
Maybe I understand just a little bit
It taking over, confusing me
Its overtaking, overwhelming me
But I should fight
My rational mind sees its end
Its inevitable and heartbreaking end
It's just like before
Tears for inevitable heartbreaks
Like all my love stories are impossible
And end in the same way
So I want to look forward
To a love that isn't any of the above
conflicting, impossible and heartbreaking
This is me while I'm still sensible
Who knows what's gonna happen
when tomorrow comes
Time up! Time up!
Examiner's tune
Shut up! Shut up!
Teacher's tune
Hey! Can't we ban it?
We children get a year to hear
And only 3 hours to star
Can't we keep it on a little par?
Oh! I didn't mean a long year,
But at least a day
And then it will, one on one.
Teacher talks the whole day
It may be any topic
Can't we make it on a par?
Oh! I don't mean:
Be a talkative or a lecturer
But a discusser
And then it can be on any topic.
Time up! Time up!
Examiner's tune
Shut up! Shut up!
Teacher's tune
Hey! Can't we ban it?
~Generating witty and impossible thoughts will never lead us to our goals while generating positive vibes for learning everything will.
So here we are in the 21st century
acting like a flock of birds that suddenly went blind
and flew into a red brick wall.
We have to worry about the outbreak of Ebola,
and ISIS murdering and taking over the globe,
and climate change that’s melting the ice,
and why there’s no sure-fire cure for Lyme disease,
and why our politicians favor their own personal agendas
over helping us citizens live a happy and healthy life.
Maybe we’ve become an illogical species
that treat the facts about how we behave
as a can of recyclables like a plastic soda bottle
or an empty can of peas or beans
or an unread newspaper gathering dust in the trash.
Maybe we think our current behavior
couldn’t be reincarnated as an instrument of our demise
even when we act like a distracted driver of modern-day car
that kills a Raccoon crossing the road to visit with his lover.
Logical Meets Illogical
Are we
ever happy
inside,really,
or dumfounded
under hopes.
Always, questions
elude serious
investigations, bewilders
ordinary, acknowledged
understanding.
Alarming solutions,
explanations to
intricate queries,
obviously will
unsettle.
Antonyms come,
enthralling, philosophical
in nature
once realized,
unforgettable.
Suzanne Delaney
Vow / Con Challenge
That day, the sky delineates the beauty of a golden dusk,
The dusk which shed the azure of a day,
The dusk which seduce the earth to picked up her shadow upon the moonlit,
To the dear night she sang,
Chanted about the grief of a daylight,
Wrapped neat the anxiousness within the side of a jaded soul,
Shush the wishsong when the world began to burke,
That day, in the hubbub sense tucked a prayer,
A prayer with all improbabilities of a reality,
A prayer with all of the naivete,
Is the prayer in her desire to have a pair of impossibilities,
A pair of wings,
A human being who literally could not set down the sky with her bare feet,
A gifted creature with the remarkably things around her yet full of limitations,
A naive prayer but able to bring tiny grin on that day,
That day, that single beauty returned to her essence as a needy creature who craved for the existence of the almighty
when you are tired
and your mind is weak
and the one you are with
is not the one you seek
something missing still
your life is not complete
answers do not come
angels do not speak
when you feel used up
from all that's coming down
illogical hopes and heart
from thoughts that spin around
and there is no protection
just babbling sounds
your angel turns her head
as you're starting to drown
you hear a lot of noise
but you can't read the words
the movie keeps changing
but you won't be heard
destroying everything built
it's all just too absurd
your angel turned her back
because of what has occurred
when you make a decision
after all this time
and you keep slipping backwards
down the rungs that you climb
and it's never poetry
because none of it rhymes
your angel starts to laugh
cause the lyrics sing your crimes
when the answer finally comes
and it's way too late
the ice is getting thin
but you continue to skate
you break another heart
in your hurry to escape
this is nothing new
you're told it's a trait
your angel shrugs her wings
cause you know she can relate
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