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Standing on the precipice of fear and awe,
We are creatures in wonder and uncertainty.
We make all our heavens and hells.
This edge of possibility, where we search
uncharted interstellar dimensions,
the wormholes and blackholes
beyond our comprehension.
Intelligent maker of such things,
If it is evident anywhere,
then, we are surely too small to know.
Does it drift through space like
an unmoored ghostship or
is it the confluence of
universal consciousness,
the essence of intention?
Is this universe alone, or
just a branch of many on a tree?
Are we here by blueprint or
merely coincidental?
Are we a rough draft, or
Are we an objective?
It is hidden in the rain,
hidden in the particles of pebbles.
Standing on the precipice of fear and awe,
We are actualities in stupefaction on ambiguities.
We fill our voids with heavens and hells.
Yes, we are tireless seekers
poised on the precipice of the unknowable.
getting away from here
i will be much sweeter when we get there
right now all the stinky stuff is causing my mind to become totally oblivious
getting away from here
i will be easier to put up with as the miles evaporate
right now all the stifling stress is causing my mind to become very vulnerable
then there are the memories of dog food and cleaning products
then there are the thoughts of goodbye waves and pleasant trip expressions
then there are the images of blueprints to actualities and technicalities
the roads that i traveled were reasons why i am behind this wheel
somehow it has made me a better person with matured common sense
the scars within the memories remind me of what could happen again if i do....
getting away from here
i now begin to see light
the sunshine winks at me through the clouds and breaks free to smile at me before clocking in
totally cleansed am i of repetitious reflections unnecessary and unneeded
i turn into a scene in the new chapter of my new movement
it feels so wonderful to actually have a turn
now it is that 'in addition' that i desire and yearn....AND I JUST FOUND A PARKING SPOT!
An old world united.
Attributes not known from the peace we campaigned.
Enforced into an unknown war we currently endeavour.
Utmost bower bird tactics, the uninvited dominantly proceed
From above, streams vibrations throughout every sense of our actualities.
Days follow nights accompanying collective conceptualisations.
Wanting correlative wants with downhearted, optimistic, realism.
Will I again feel wind or sunshine rays on my face?
What extant future awaits if triumphant?
Questions of an unrevealed fate retain minds insecurely occupied.
This dark establishment suffocates this uncertain future.
Artificial lights guide our way, breathing air amassed in dirt.
Youthful generations accept their existence as studious to no other.
Below the surface, we crusade to combat & reclaim.
Patience furthermore perseverance.
Determined, we manoeuvre to arise.
A NEW world united.
#Its_not_about
Its not about you but what you have to offer. Not about what you have but how you utilize what you have to make that difference. Not about where you are now but how you reach your next destination. Not about what they think but reason you doing it.
Not about when bt ur willingness to get there. Not about why but the position of your heart when doing it. Not about others but you. Not about what they say but fact tht you had the courage and did it. Not about fame but love. Not about favours but honesty.
Not about the person you were yesterday but who you are today. Not about wealth but the humanity. Not about size and age but rising beyond measures. Not about perceptions but actualities. Not about sizes and standards but persistance tht trumples all. Not about faith but effect your words and hands makes. Not about looks but smile your face forever wears.
Not about the swift of time but how you use that lil to matter. Not about wining but humour you take with when you choose not to retaliate. Not about proving point but saying all what's necessary. Not about rights but knowing the place and time to practice them. Not about been human but the image of God. Not about anyone but only you
#Poetic_Ink
I do believe in everything that you'll find in myths
And fairytales.
They're a great way to introduce wonderful stories
That will stay with a child as their mind begins to
Set sail.
Children drift off to sleep while holding on to the
Bed rail.
Their dreams are filled with adventure, magic,
Bravery, romance, and a lot of different character
Celebrities.
I do believe in everything that you'll find in myths
And fairytales
They have a way of straightening things out so
Right always prevails.
There are new mysterious lands to add to our
Discoveries
That will stay with a child as their mind begins to
Set sail
At a mile a minute they drift off in to the night
With plenty of details
Which during the day the things of the night
Become actualities.
I do believe in everything that you'll find in myths
And fairytales
They never go stale.
No matter how many times the child has heard
Them. You can't change a word or any part
Because they have a knack for memorizing every
Word with their fantastic mental abilities.
These will stay with a child as their mind begins
To set sail.
Their biggest achievement will be reading at a
Higher scale
With a lot of varieties.
I do believe in everything that you'll find in myths
And fairytales
These will stay with a child as their mind begins to
Set sail.
An eternity in your eyes I saw
Yet behind broken dreams I stand,
I blame you not, for this is my flaw,
Hoping for that which no mortal shall have.
Memories of an eternity I had made,
In the sands of time I watch them fade,
Was this ever meant to be?
Or was this but a fleeting moment of karma.
Deep in my heart I yearn.
Hoping to have that I did not earn,
Cloaked I am in solidarity once more,
Yet for Cupid’s arrow I gave my all.
I author no words of regret,
I sing no songs of pain,
For your light was all I needed,
An eternity I had not but fleeting hours I always had.
I guess it's time I faced reality,
Time I accept the actualities
Demons and angels cannot be,
Under the hue of thee I let my quest be.
Boston Legal raises jurisprudence burdens of proof to a more realistic level
Observant fans of Bergen, Shatner, Spader, David Kelley could be seen as rebels,
Savoring games of assault and battery on real life large and small actualities
Testifying every act negligent or malfeasance and trivial grotesque fatalities.
Opinionated obscure minds, open up objectionable hearts and bankrupt eyes
Negligently embracing the politicians easily spoken but perjured lies.
Larceny lessons from history's changing more lenient laws is unmistaken
Evidentiary episodes expunge the human condition without real exoneration.
Guilty grievances gain feelings of raw emotional desire for monetary recovery
Arresting allegations appealing callous affidavits of due process inspired discovery
Legal litigations of ridiculous actions sequester every man's cross examination.
For - Your Favorite Habit-Forming TV Show - poetry contest
Thank you David E, Kelley- creator of shows like Ally McBeal and Boston Legal. you stinker.
the world is random actualities
and
logic shapes of mind are the realities
direction of time is a probability constant
called
the omega of predictable possibilities
it is first and last with respect change
because
gambling by guesswork is of wide range
with chances of failure like walking on ice
its why
someone is chosen for the supervision off-ice
its best that controller have dedication to task
so
the march across time is not pure chance and risk
for that leader to do nothing and not pass the buck
means
they are in irrational self-denial running purely on luck
it is a con used by a child to escape doing a task
or
used by a bankruptcy fall guy whose job is to be last
self-denial is blindness to one's own inexpertise
just
a hidden way an ego does plead 'don't choose me again please'
stan sand
gone fishing as kids meant
follow where train tracks went
and by putting an ear to the rails
listen for sounds of rumbling wheels
the river bank on one side of a bridge
was the only access down the ridge
then finally with baits in the depths
and a dry log on which to comfortably rest
on came a new transistor radio set
to hear our town station all we could get
country and rock echoed loud sounds
to be deafened by rumbling tracks above ground
going fishing now means more for hidden life actualities
innately deeper concepts than those of measurable realities
so while the stereo whispers follow easy relaxations
and listen to mellow jazz piano train tracks
hidden conceptual mechanics rising through depths of mind
become clearer defining life with respect a river called time
stan sand
Believing Covid has to be
a plan hatched by humanity
hoaxing a deadly disease
To which we've no immunity
One to see our freedoms cease
or fraud shaping economies
controlling all within a peace
One rule for all in all countries
Means you think it is mans creation
A vast fictitious fabrication
toward desired destination
benefiting every nation
A theory of simplicity
controlling all submissively
abiding voluntarily
united in a unity
But in its practicality
A paradox of boundaries
to have planned actualities
Bound for eventualities
This simplistic conspiracy
a variable complex mystery
Which in all probability
a near impossibility
Covid's true seems much more likely
when conspiracies weigh lightly
and the truth shines logic brightly
whilst conspiracies end blindly