Long Mathematics Poems
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Mountains never reach (money)
Count the sands
And tell me if
Numbers have an end
Sorry you base happiness
To just numbers
a mountain never reach
As your needs are full of
holes
Like a water pull into a basket
The more your have
The more and more
You need
Oh brother oh sister
You keep climbing
But you can't get on
Top of the mountain
For this money mountain
Got not end
Mountain never reach (money)
Why chase after the wind
When at your door step is
The plata of gold
Material satisfaction is not
Always necessary to be happy
How much money more
do you want to be satisfied
Oh be warn
For this Mountain you climb
Got no end
As you never can be happy
Oh brother oh sister
You keep climbing
But you can't get on
Top of the mountain
For this money mountain
Got no end
Mountain never reach (money)
Who is the richest on money
I bet you yet he is not satisfied
Large bank account
Yet less peace of mind
Is equal to vanity
In the mathematics of nature
As life is like a zero
No partiality on this formula
For what is worth more
Than a happy soul
Oh be warn
For that mountain
You climb got no end
Oh brother oh sister
You keep climbing
But you can't get on
Top of the mountains
For this money mountain
Got no end
Mountain never reach (money)
A pice of note
With arts of colours
And pictures
With deferent number
Figures
All like a pice of material
Oh Is this what make you
Lose your happiness
No this is not
enough to make
The world lose spirituality
Oh no this mountain
Is endless
those in
Chase of it
Keep chasing vanity
As they lose their soul
Oh be warm
For that mountain
You climb got no end
Oh brother oh sister
You keep climbing
But you can't get on
Top of the mountain
For this money mountain
Got no end
Mountain never reach (money)
Money money money
As we all cry
Why is money the only
Form of trade
A question like I don't
Know
Nature is irreplaceable
No matter who is
The best manipulator
Life is a free zone
Be happy
Live with a joy
Feel nature
For it more profitable
Never trade your soul
For money
As now
Be warn
For you see that money
Mountain
It mysteries has no
End
Oh brother oh sister
You keep climbing
But you can't get on
Top of the mountain
For this money mountain
Got no end
Our souls and Source
By Michelle Morris
17/06/2022
So often we escape
From what is deemed our destiny
We run as far as we can in the other direction
Only to run into it again
For the circles in circles, they stand
Ever tested by the sands of Time
No man can ever be different
Than what he has chosen before
Our souls and Source are planners
They work together for our enlightenment
To further the collective learning
To know that which seems unknowable
So often we cave
Into lives that seem lifeless and dull
So afraid of our true power
Having forgotten all that was ours
For the geometry and wisdom stands
It creates power beyond our comprehension
To stand in awe of all that we are
And to embrace all that is meant to be
Our souls and Source know better
They work together for our redemption
To further the collective cleansing
To empower all to be better beings
So, we can pray that it will happen
That we will become our highest potential
We rise like angelic beings
Where Heaven heralds our arrival at last
For the science and mathematics of the Universe
Cannot be understood by mankind on earth
We have to merge with our divinity
And become everything that is eternal
Our souls and Source are one
Our souls and the Universe glow
For we are fashioned from the stars
Our essence is of brilliance and hope
© Michelle Morris, 2022
LEAVE the note upon the limb
of the oldest tree & cry for me
A sense of urgency
& if you sense fire my Love
Oxygen removed from the
hungriest brains are so biblical
Spreading my arms wide
apart to separate the water
from the lands so you can
walk toward me. Desolation
of thoughts mostly by
the lonely and victory held
as history for the thickest
hearts and i'm still here
until the End. Until the End.
Where every point intersects
all points of our Universe.
Matrix mathematics is
clearly closest to our Souls.
And three cheers for tyranny
while the rest of the world
marks their future moment.
:: 12-31-2016 ::
This planet is the farthest flung outpost,
of what?
We know we are the verge,
the utter outer rim of everything else,
yet direction and point of aim
around the edge of the immeasurable
are as meaningless
as depth without surface,
The Center of the incomprehensible
has promised us
that we are the very pulse of all that is
or ever will be.
We are not lost in space,
or any construct of time,
we're just stuck in the mathematics
between beginnings
and endings.
Nevertheless,
thank you for showing up.
SHOOT FOR THE MOON
Forbid me, forget me, ignore me, deny me, accuse me, forgive me; ask me why?...you left me! I have done as you ask, stepping back from the wrath; not left with an option or, not a chance, even half.
Yes, I have taken, guilty of theft; trying to savour any that's left. Telling myself it will be over soon, lying again, I shoot for the moon.
I watch the wheels speed right by, it really is hard to watch the years as they fly. It's my turn again, it happens so fast, how quickly it comes; my turn as last. No need to hurry, no need for mathematics, what ever the number, I'm the one that has it.
Yes, I have taken, guilty of theft; trying to savour any that's left. Telling myself it will be over soon, crying again, I shoot for the moon.
I wait for you, ...be patient you say. Just a little more time, and we won't have to pay. We didn't volunteer for such lies and treachery, I try to step in, but you just won't let me. I try to show you what's right before you, but you tell me you refuse to believe one who knows you.
Yes, I have taken, guilty of theft; trying to savour any that's left. Telling myself it will be over soon, dying again, I shoot for the moon.
Trying again, but that's no revelation; I retake, you relate always with hesitation. As I slowly give out of choices to make, I look around at the place I will take. I'm waiting again, for you to get wise to her conniving ways and her witching little lies.
Yes, I have taken, guilty of theft; trying to savour any that's left. Telling myself it will be over soon, lying again, I shoot for the moon.
She takes a breath in, you take a breath out, she consumes your oxygen, your light is burning out. She slithers and wiggles her way in and out, casting a shadow over logic and doubt. She is wicked in ways, and evil at best; she is no good for you, at last, you confess.
So, when she has taken so much and so guilty of theft, don't try to save me from whatever she's left. Don't try to tell me it will me over soon and don't be surprised when I shoot for the moon.
Form:
The great bird feathered harpoon
Flung from one shore to the other
Soaring over the Caribbean green of Torch Lake
Flies at the bow of my speeding boat
Or should I say more accurately
I race on the morning frill of waves
At the Blue Heron’s pointing wing
20 miles per hour
On the nose
Skipping stones lake to sky to lake
How to explain why flowers trees and birds
And even man with her pyramids
Are driven upward?
The sun’s draw more powerful than the iron grave of gravity
Behold Goethe
The doomed mathematics of the boat beneath me
Opposed to this bird
Born free to fly in one with majesty
How I wish to be all of thee
The rising slopes stop my boat
Heron looks back
Glides atop and over the hills to Central Lake
As if he was but a trick of the wind
And me a sleight of hand.
Gemini Soul Work is not easy
Not for the faint-hearted, or the rule-followers
Trial after trial
Many failures
Successfully eliminating
That which does not satisfy my Gemini self
I am a dancer, a dreamer, a reader, a writer, a poet, an artist.
Now sick of all that, looking for a fresh start.
Studying engineering, mathematics, reading biographies.
Solving problems my dreamer self could have never tackled.
Consternation felt by librarian who thought she knew me.
Which made me laugh
As I do not even know myself
Day to day
As I am Gemini,
Mercurial,
A changeling,
Phoenix, impatiently running from
One quest to another
Don Quixote in drag.
Loving and hating it at the same time.
Gemini Soul Work is not easy.
The value of contents
In modern society
By voting and likes are defined
But whether they vote on a poem
Or literature
It value does not modify
To more they are influencer
Makes them resources
For sales and the trades advertise
Opinions theories makes
That are wrongly
Contrary to what them despise
If system obliged is
To value opinions
The judgement is then to applies
On mass degradation
Of systems and values
It is entertainment
And these are the views
Literacy lost
Lost the sense and the point
Remaining intelligent fews
New models of business
Enterpreters is this
Enterpreneurs is this
The new generation of crap
Controller Step 7
What is their controller
Poetry nowadays rap
Too much entertainment
Unreasoned attainment
What rocket this does intercept
Corrupt education
There is no solution
Economy wise they survive
Arrangements in masses
Packed by them busses
No chance in envoronment thrive
Lil packets of content
The content creators
For slots they about to fulfil
Posterity posts
And so you must be posting
In system of cultire this ill
Intelligence targeting
Memories shared
The meaning and purpose of war
Topology glossary
And of mathematics
The real the object of door
Representaional
Models of graphics
Expectancy life
And its length
The synchronization
Clock rhythm is vibration
Delusions, allusions of peace
I will thus tell you
How you shall be thinking
Because I am leader of yours
System is set out
On this target signature
Combines to applying the force
And all for the market
For price fluctuation
The value of money
Resources and that
Sustainable are you
In this equilibrium
Complexity for this is bad
The genious is simple
Enough for one letter
Or number the numeris this
The key distributiuon
Of Quantum schizophrrenia
No win for this system is sys
The terminology
And false apologies
Systems of judgement imposed
Paths to develop
In such wrongly system
To action in mass you are forced
Fullfill the your purpose
Exactly solution
Responsible for this are we
I thought I'd be doing
The job and directives
At least for some kind of fee
Beliefs Sometimes
By Franklin Price
4/29/2015
Beliefs sometimes all consuming
Denying every other view
Has been so since antiquity
Is really nothing new
What I believe is only right
What you believe untrue
I'll fight you to the very death
Make you believe it too
Now doesn't that sound foolish
What you believe is you
Only mathematics and sometimes science
Are all that's proven true
Religion is a choice we make
Our Gods or not our own
And when we die go somewhere else
Or lie in our graves alone
Politics are much the same
Control the way live
How we exist with others
How we take and give
Forcing others to believe
By proving right with might
Does nothing but cause discord
And is asking for a fight
Let others believe in what they will
None at all should force the others
Mankind on Earth should get along
For all of us are brothers
Getting along is thought by many
Practicing is such a fuss
If the majority were practicing
There could be peace on Earth for us