Follow me
Follow me to highest peak of existence
Where a change is a simple answer
Answer to the prayers and tribulations
Answer to the World’s problem
A solution which i had in mind
Hold off on self destruction thoughts
Outlets to ugliness in certain Satanic minds
Silence the thoughts of conquering the world
Disturbed thought and being absurd
Logically thoughts should mild and gentle
Leading to a Peaaaaaaceful world,
Follow mw there
w.t.Bacon/ASF Jr,
3/23/2029
INDIVIDUAL FUNCTIONS-:-
ultimate
counterpoised
criteria
logically
conceived
now HOLDING SWAY
formulate
clear
concepts
equating
self-knowledge
with CONCEPTS OF PURITY
feelings
invoke
originality
innocently
echoed
Spells in our lives
When things done for money
Bring less delight
We had enough motives
But struggle to keep living up
Necessity makes us so keen
Like it is all to us
Tours in our ways
When little done for love
Born memory ever green
We had much fright
Yet we never gave up
Stress for what seems nothing
Leaving assurance most time
In chase of precious gem
To tie ourselves to the prime
Wonders if good not mixed bad
That wrong not brewed right to blend
The wight of loss and gross pulse
We shall hardly believe logically, reason mortals surcease
And question the paper for the pen's drive
Arthur Conan Doyle believed
the bright fae might not be myth,
maybe the Cottingley hoaxers
muddled his rational pith!
Perhaps if he'd gone to Ireland,
in groves of the Hawthorne tree
where troops of faeries romp wildly
weaving their magic to see.
Then he could think logically,
like a Victorian sage~
simple answers are often best:
believe, respect, always praise.
Benevolent tricksters, people
of the mounds parading forth
for good or ill, depends on your
deft-thinking and gifts of torte
When truth has no rhythm,
No one dares challenge axiom,
Or be subjected to criticism—
Not for others, cum narcissism.
When death has no pain,
No need to fear its reign,
Or beat around its chain,
For none will ever remain.
When fear has no trouble,
No harm in taking risk for double.
Wait patiently for it to bubble,
And if not, retake from the rubble.
When lie has no trick,
No need to worry, mic,
Over truth's daring click,
To uncover its coming kick.
When care has no effect,
No need to carefully detect
How doubt sets in defect—
Pretence leads to misdirect.
When joy has no impact,
No need for saddened act
To show sympathy can extract
What enthusiasm duly enact.
When laughter has no sense,
No need for reasoning defense;
Brain logically built to condense
Complex and abstract pretense.
When reality has no importance,
No need for illusionary stance
To bid change for another chance,
Despite life's threatened romance.
One must master the rules
before breaking them -- it is
like that, especially with poetry:
One learns to logically manage
the spaces~ what isn't said, the
pauses and non verbal connective
feels --
The novice often says too much
or is so obliquely obscure that he
or she makes senseless attachment
with others --
Fine fabric of poetry closer
the frayed edges of language, loose
threads of thought we light, to keep
from unraveling. What lasting value,
if any at all, rises in the smoke, is
sustained by memory of the lyrical
flash.
If flowers had memories
Would they remember spring?
Would they suffer through
the harsh winds of winter
and the icy flakes from the sky—
just to bloom in spring again?
Maybe some of them
can’t handle the grief
of forgotten wisps
from a once-lovely season.
So they fall,
not knowing where they’ll land—
just understanding
maybe it’s better there.
Or perhaps
some cling to the branches,
knowing spring will return.
It’s possible
a few see beauty
in snow-capped stillness
and the biting cold,
and choose to stay.
Logically,
they wouldn’t remember at all.
But what if they did?
Leonard Simon Nimoy
the Enterprise did employ
he logically was very proper
and was able to live long and prosper
Of course it's being judged, why expect anything less.
Comes down to discernment between comfort and distress.
Biases are natural, otherwise we'd all be dead.
So logically you'll instantly judge everything you've read.
So read this and then think again, with new mind reborn.
As semblances of story surface, with plot lines redrawn.
Subtly steering focus from the objective given.
Then suddenly reminding you to judge what has been written.
I am 6
Formulated/Factual Form 0+1+2+1+1+9+5+5=24(2+4) = 6
Strengths: “, I am 6, we who are sixes like to comfort others,” denoted.
, I am 6 , “I like to we uplift, share, and give advice, and they adore family. They’re I am very honorable, and they make great friends.” Sixes are poised, nurturing, unselfish, artistic, romantic, devoted, and sensible. “They came here to be the parent, the provider, the nurturer, the organizer,” noted. “They, I am here to be of service.” , I am 6, sixes are, above all, focused on the experience of lovenumeri logically affixed I am 6,
Challenges: “Out of alignment, can be a perfectionistic, may be very critical, idealistic to a fault, and self-righteous,” “May meddle in other people’s business, may constantly counsel others and giving unsolicited advice.” Sixes may also be marked by indulgence and self-absorption.
, I am 6 , “I like to uplift”
8/6/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
The consistency of mystery
Drenched in it's simplicity
Wrought with what would seem to be
To our participants complacency
For a golden opportunity
A trick our minds eye think they see
If not thought through quite logically
A flim-flam conjured carefully
Too easy to take willingly
For those grasping at something free
Fruit hanging low on fabled tree
So true it is too good to be
To test human morality
When seeking answers desperately
In a place that's not quite fair.
If the plural of mouse is mice,
And more than one louse is lice,
Then it seems to me, that logically,
The plural of grouse should be grice.
A single goose duplicates into geese,
A mongoose produces mongooses,
So let me stick out my neck
And ask why the heck
The plural of moose is moose,
And not meese,
Or much better yet,
Why not mooses?
Author's note: Dear reader, if you're interested in a little more along this line, I invite you to take a look at my article/essay, "The Wonderfully Awful English Language".
We, children love to build lego blocks
Our knacks never run out of stocks;
We can make miniature city,
People, animals, houses, flowers
And a lot more! So colorful and pretty!
Legos are our favorite toys,
Bringing us laughter, smiles and joys;
Girls make dolls and kitchen wares,
Boys make cars, robots, towers
And while playing, we all love to share!
Legos help us think collaboratively and logically,
Combining shapes and colors beautifully;
We make many 2-D and 3-D shapes,
We're symmetric and asymmetric figure builders
Our great creativity leaves you in awe, mouth in gapes!
I sometimes worry that a daydream…
Can become something sinister.
Even a simple, quiet laugh…
At some thought in my head is scary to me.
Because here I am, alone in this room,
And I’m laughing to myself, like a crazy person.
The daydream dissolves.
Fizzing, and hissing, and corroding in my brain.
But the damage is done.
A new connection is made between two unrelated events.
And it scares me that-
No one will believe in this connection.
No one will laugh,
They will all be glaring-
And I will stutter and fumble for the rest of my life.
Never being able to think logically again.
And that’s not funny at all.
met a friend...phil...at an english
school coffee shop called the
"you came" - 'bridge cafe'
phil...with his 'full loss of fees'
asked for one 'existent-shell' espresso...
as a wake-up phenomena...logically, on me
then, the diction....airy as it was...
just a 'full loss of why'...sewed wings
on phil over his 'full loss of sophie'
stans sand
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