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I was skimming the internet
and found a man who preached,
can’t ever say that I’d agree
with any of his speech.
He hated nuclear power,
said that it should be banned,
that is was just a folly and
would be the end of man.
So I asked this man if he thought
that we faced climate change?
He said he did, so I said next,
“Then your stance is insane.
Nuclear is the only way
to meet our power needs
if you are truly serious
on being carbon free.”
I expected a fierce debate,
in which both sides might learn,
instead he cried,”I’m offended!:
and I got banned in turn.
The same thing happened when I dared
to challenge abortion,
they cried to social media
and my account was done.
No marketplace for our ideas,
no room for other views,
if we cannot challenge our thoughts,
how will we find the truth?
This haunted me for a long time,
our minds are limited,
mankind just cannot long survive
without hearing what’s said.
Our lives and futures will stagnate
without the constant church,
sometimes we need to go offend,
and be offended in turn.
What good is an echo chamber?
How will you deal with harm,
If all you do is run away
from words that may alarm?
And since some can misinterpret
even the nicest words,
to silence people for ‘offense’
is utterly absurd!
That would mean that no single soul
would every get to speak,
since someone [always takes offense,
somebody always freaks.
It’s wrong to silence the people,
even if inside you burn,
to speak is to be offensive,
and be offended in turn.
Even murderous soviets
could not stop what folks say,
truth and opinion will get out,
they always find a way.
Hiding from it makes the mind weak,
untested, unprepared,
dealing with it strengthens the soul
and teaches the unaware.
Difference always brings conflict,
but is that a bad thing?
If offense brings a new idea
that means you’re still changing.
Our minds aren’t meant to be static,
for challenges they will yearn,
to grow we must be offensive,
and be offended in turn.
Not that long ago,
humans were hunter-gatherers, living in caves.
And along with the Neanderthals,
we figured out how to create fire.
But unlike them, we also learned how to sow crops,
domesticate animals, and construct shelters.
That edge allowed us to survive.
We developed a written language
and invented tools that built cities and empires.
But we were not without fault;
promoting slavery and the slaughter of innocence.
Both brutal and territorial,
we perfected genocide through the scourge of war.
And yet, we persevered despite our flaws,
driven by intelligence and cunning.
We've made some progress towards accepting
each other's differences, though we aren't there yet,
We've learned to harness electricity,
achieve flight, and split the atom.
We even landed on the moon
and sent rovers to Mars.
Today, our planet is internet-connected,
Man's accumulated knowledge
is as close as the phone in our hands.
We are an incredible species.
I can only guess what tomorrow will bring
as we continue to climb, technology's ladder,
placing limitless possibilities
within everyone's reach.
In the fifties life was simple
black and white you see
Elvis on Ed Sullivan
came across our used TV
Phones from Mother Bell
Rotary dial straight cords
made way for Princess touch-tones
we now had tele-lords
Sputnik was the next big thing
man walked on the moon
Neal Armstrong declared one small step
we sensed space travel soon
Then came IBM computers
much to our distress
seemed we didn’t speak the language
didn’t have access
Enter Microsoft and Apple
much to our delight
We could talk to all our buddies
whether far,day or night
Email, wireless, blue-tooth
our new communications
talking either neighbors
or to once obscure nations
As I look back and ponder
changes we’ve been through
I sometimes miss approaching a friend
simply saying how are you?
Courtesy For The Broken
Alchemy that lasts among the virtuous and wise
Botany that casts its oxygenated strength during its demise
Misery that is so vast and deep that is accompanied by resentful sighs
Lonely elements that last among loved ones without reprise
Tormented sorrow of the regretful souls who cannot change their fate
Undocumented tomorrows of the young and old lining up at heavens gate
Augmented burrows of technology that the youth idolise and rate
Discontented blows of the underprivileged who stand around and propagate
Ornamental figurines that form a strange collection
Sacramental fractured dreams that mystify invention
Consequential satire based memes that signify retention
Influential capatalist scenes that can’t dignify to mention
Symphonic compositions that profoundly illuminate the mind
Bubonic inquisitions that eradicate mankind
Subsonic intuitions that vibrate throughout what humans find
Catatonic ammunition that leave the poor man to suffer blind
Elucidate the problem properly and solve the puzzle for the masses
Repudiate the omen overly while the flies drown in molasses
Stagnate at the waters edge while the populations integrity crashes
Instigate the uprising from the hedge as they’re ruled by a greedy fascist
Condescending television hosts that smile like false prophets
Trending internet chat thief that through the lies they profit
Ascending through the war torn grief like photos in an ancient locket
Pretending through the disbelief that you’re interested in the rockets
Absurdist inclinations that refuse to compromise their form
Introverted artistic invocations that defy conventional norms
Perverted imitations that disguise the broken and forlorn
Extroverted provocations that bring demise before the storm
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
Can you imagine my surprise
When I woke up with thunder thighs
I looked in my mirror and
It gave me back a knowing grin
Hard and heavy the diet days
And all of my sweet tooth chocolate craves
Knowing what's in front of me
Makes this fat boy wanna scream
So I check out the internet
To find the perfect diet yet
Lets see......
Urine injections from a pregnant babe
That seems to be the latest craze
How about this bubble wrap
I just might be down with that
Who is there to really say
Which pill and how many I should take
One that sympathizes with the way I feel
While feeding me pint size starvation meals
Here's one guaranteed to clean my clock
While the next ten days I'm on the toilet docked
This is funny...try and eat more sensibly
That's like a foreign language to me
Get your daily exercise
Obviously written by some wise guy
Goes to prove just what I've heard
On the internet don't believe every word
How about the Himalayan soft cheese wrap
The secrets in the cheese to squeeze off the fat
Or I could go the Hollywood way
Have it sucked out and back to eating in one day
There are so many options here
It's hard to know which way to steer
As my options all expand
Think I'll just go buy elastic waist band pants
And learn to enjoy in my own eyes
The fact that I have thunder thighs
The Media
By Franklin Price
12/13/2015
The media is so confused
About the part they play
They're no longer just reporting
They love to hear the words they say
Their reporting mostly biased
By the things that they believe
Or encouraged by the powers
And the money they receive
Much like the politicians
On the ones which they report
At times they show no thinking
What they say is just retort
They twist the truth quite thoughtlessly
Bring forth the way they feel
The freedom of the press for them
Is not an honest deal
If you want to get the truth
The truth is what you'll get
Just look at any posting
By friends on the internet
Don't contact and yell at me
I'm only having fun
Not serious like the media
Who have only just begun
Charles and my predawn jog was a sweat-athon and as the sun rose, a heat-dome brightness tattooed crisp shadows in every corner. Any lingering coolness was burned off - evaporated.
It was 94°f, 3 hours later, when I walked to campus - why don’t we use parasols anymore? Drag on, radiant afternoon heat, please.
That was 100 proof sarcasm, in case you couldn’t tell.
Hot days seem to drag-on slowly, like waiting for a microwave or a droning, liturgy. It wasn’t in the forecast but I wouldn’t have been surprised to hear, “Today’s forecast is slow, really slow.”
Let’s start an Internet theory that the atmosphere is thinning or we’re just ants under a magnifying glass.
The finally setting sun left a blood red line under the falling blue dark, like a gash of wound in the skin of young-night.
Once my nightly obligations are done (classes, homework, reading), the silence can seem oppressive. I’m used to the never ending hustle, boiling drama and noise of seven suitemates - so there’s that.
On now empty nights, I’m tortured by the high-beating pulse of youth, and I pace my empty apartment, like someone restlessly waiting for their venti-mocha-latte at a Starbucks.
Can anyone suffer like a young woman left all alone?
Why, oh whomever, must I sip from this deep, bitter, undrinkably salty sea of solitude?
In this, my prime season, why do I only manage to exist?
My needs are in a shameful state of decay.
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Cruel Summer by Bananarama
Habits (feat. Haley Reinhart) by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox [E]
All That I Need by Ebony Loren, Matthew Ifield & Sebastian Kamae
I’ve joined a group new to the net,
A group where no one is fake,
A group made of folks living their flaws,
Not hiding their inner most ache,
And they annoy me with whatever they say,
Make me uncomfortably real,
Make me be honest about what I believe,
Honest with things that I feel,
And they wont be my friend just to be cool,
They wont buy a ticket of false,
They expect a dignified genuine truth,
Sharing all of my old fashioned faults,
This group I have joined has one cost to join,
One cost we all must perform,
And that is to unshackle any fake pretend thoughts,
And leave them by the front door.
Last night, eve of my birthday.
Planned to say proper goodbye, not only to him,
But also my last 21+ evening.
Went to his place after night fall,
Strolled up and down along the front gate.
Had no courage to knock on the door.
Just starring at the room on the right,
Behind the Venetian blind,
The amber light filled up the room,
Where I could vividly imagine,
He was sitting behind the flimsy metal study desk,
Which he bought from IKEA,
Surely he was working for more ideas,
How to complete his new project.
Since knowing him January last year,
He has been visiting his second home,
Sitting in front of the computer.
To gain access to the internet.
Day in day out, from Monday to Saturday,
As long as the venue was available,
He would be there working hard,
To raise awareness of the issues of the government.
Have I been wasting my time?
Waiting for him to spend some quality time
It was hard to say,
Because, for days,
After leaving his second home,
He always came to my place.
How I missed all those time together.
Now, all those days only existed in my memory.
After half an hour, I walked away,
Let him get back to his busy night.
Without able to say to him
"night night, sleep tight don't let bug bite.
Goodbye my 21+, goodbye for sure".
Here Lies The Body of Old Man Peas…
“A merry heart does good like a medicine..” – Proverbs 17:22
A woman went to the funeral of a deceased friend and heard a poem that she absolutely loved. It went like this: “Here lies the body of old man peas, buried beneath the flowers and trees, but peas ain’t here, just the pod, peas shucked out and went to God.” When her husband of 50 years passed, she thought that it would be the perfect poem to recite at his funeral. She stood up and began the poem but as she looked out at the crowd she began to get nervous and it came out like this: “Here lies the body of old man peas, buried beneath the flowers and trees, but peas ain’t here, just the shell……..”and then came the awkward silence.
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