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Dear Mr Putin.' At this time, of world need
Is there? Any possibility? In the middle east
Conflict you could intercede.? After so many millions of lives were tortured and lost, just in your own Russia, when hitlers
Armies marched across, i will give that monster no more time..I move back to today and now, and the need of a well balanced character.' In a world of deceit, well defined.
Amid, threats of global chaos.' I beleive you
Would have the ear; of others,
who lead that
Might assist, and to be fair..Its you and trump i
Have mostly studied, so here i will desist.'
you i
See are a tested statesman, who holds his
Line, and protects his reserves, a Christian
By self assertion, dear Mr Putin would you
Perhaps now serve.? By contacting those you feel, are pragmatic.' To bring such mayhem
We now face to heel.' I ask in Christ as a bondsman..Can you project some sanity.?
Maybe? (broker with others,) a world calming deal.'
In the United States, the decision to have children, even when financial support is uncertain, can be influenced by a myriad of complex factors.
One significant factor is the societal expectation and cultural norms surrounding family life.
The American Dream often includes the aspiration of building a family, and individuals may feel societal pressure to conform to this ideal despite financial constraints.
Moreover, limited access to comprehensive sex education and contraceptive resources can contribute to unplanned pregnancies.
Inadequate awareness and education on family planning may lead individuals to underestimate the financial responsibilities associated with raising a child.
Additionally, socio-economic disparities and systemic issues such as unequal access to education and healthcare can create barriers, limiting individuals' ability to make informed decisions about family planning.
Furthermore, emotional or personal reasons, such as a desire for companionship or a sense of purpose, can override pragmatic considerations. Some individuals may believe that their circumstances will improve over time, underestimating the long-term financial commitment that raising a child entails.
In conclusion, the decision to have children despite financial uncertainties in the United States is a complex interplay of societal expectations, limited access to education and resources, and personal motivations.
Addressing these multifaceted issues requires a comprehensive approach that encompasses improved access to education, healthcare, and social support systems to empower individuals to make informed choices about family planning.
In the mind of the Architect, rare visions take hold,
Where pragmatism anchors the dreams that unfold.
Analytical spirit, with curiosity deep,
Seeks to master the systems with promises keep.
With a strategic mindset, you’re steps ahead still,
With contingency plans and an ironclad will.
Independent by nature, you value the space
To work in your rhythm, at your own steady pace.
Introverted and calm, seeking depth in the few,
While your intuition finds meanings anew.
With thinking objective and judging so clear,
You value the structure and hold logic dear.
Self-assured and assertive, you face every stress,
With a grit and a confidence few can possess.
Yet the rational path can be lonely and steep,
While the secrets of feelings are difficult to keep.
To some you seem aloof, or perhaps just detached,
Though your loyalty’s deep and your brilliance unmatched.
Relentless for knowledge, your standards are high,
Hunting perfect efficiency beneath the sky.
You solve the complex and you see the grand view,
Implementing the ideas that others find new.
But the politics chafe and the networking tires,
While blunt, honest feedback may set social fires.
In your bonds you seek depth and a mind that is bright,
For a partner to share in the intellectual light.
Though you struggle with niceties, commitment is true,
In a world that is shaped by the Architect’s view.
My messed-up mind has always been messy,
A hundred voices talking at once about anything and everything:
The Parsi, the Persian, perhaps the weather,
Or evergreen jakkalsbessies.
Clarity and clear thinking weren't happening;
Chaos and confusion were rife
In a mind so messy.
A hurricane of ideas, but no focus to execute them,
A whirlwind of thoughts, but unable to prioritise them,
Reams and reams of paper filled with to-do lists,
Yet no executive function to begin them.
Trying to navigate life this way was exhausting.
It affected everyone and everything around me;
Doing anything became daunting,
And all I could do was keep apologising
As I tried to navigate this labyrinth called life.
Without the necessary tools for the journey—
No map, no compass, no GPS to guide me.
This was my mind, my life, until I turned thirty-three.
Then a miracle was sent to me:
A doctor, and a diagnosis of ADHD.
In finding and understanding the truth,
I gained clarity through the static.
It was like finding a lighthouse in the fog,
A safe haven, symbolic of everything I had been seeking.
Things soon changed.
From that moment on, I became pragmatic.
I could see the path through the thicket.
With the right help, I started seeing clearly;
I started excelling,
Even when everything around me felt noisy,
Chaotic, and overwhelming.
And although my thoughts still sometimes feel scattered,
Or full of static,
Moments of exceptional focus,
Creativity, and insight still emerge,
Though often sporadic.
So although my mind is often full of static,
I can find clarity through it.
It feels like magic.
I've found a way to seek clarity
Without removing the static;
It emerges through it,
Like a signal through the noise,
Though occasionally there's still interference.
But a messy mind will never be completely mess-free.
There will always be some clutter to tidy up.
Yet I've learned to live with it,
And no longer mistake my differences
For something that needs fixing.
Im still yet to hyper focused on OCD. Where cleanliness is a main priority.
The Naked Ape
Dreamer paddle a transcendental canoe adrift somewhere
Granting immortality dryads require acquiescence abound
Truth unravel illusions urging heart to conquer primal fear
Awareness begs the naked ape to strive for higher ground
Mind senses advanced evolution sculpting surrealistic land
Indisputable claim heralds the exodus of unknown entities
Before the deluge alien artifact found beneath desert sand
Man can erode bias with pragmatic and moral objectivities
04/30/2017
10:08 p.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
I would rather read through you
Than read you and all yours,
Cos change is constant...
To be left outdated
Cum disguised facade;
Lonely at esplanade,
Dreaming to see the sea's depth
Yet never swim its warmth.
Reading you is theoretical:
In the midst of confusion,
Always trouble patience,
While trying to know thee...
It looks like a hopeless mirage,
Also like dream's entourage
To brighten a stary night
Off moon's flexile light.
Reading through you is pragmatic:
In the bliss of experienced push,
Always giving head to ease,
While studying growth...
No separate views to draw progress,
Back in time for possible redress
Or misery to vanish interest,
Let alone make pride and ego contest.
Reading you is just to know unjustly.
Seems cool, what curiosity displease!
Reading through you is keen to study keenly.
It's certainly won't be at ease.
Mind at its prime's risk.
Heart at its moment of unrest
Switch on to whisk
Brief dirt at its quest.
Promote reading to activate check
On every glowing soft look,
Wanting to make you a spec
Without reading through you like a book...
How will such manage through the worse?
When yet to know the worth of its terror,
Or accomplish a mission impossible cum curse,
When the best seemed enough an error.
Life will surely come with challenges,
Even when it's at its best.
Always be the tough sponges...
Whenever the road roughly oppressed.
Read not just to know,
But also to duly grow...
The need to discover,
Truth life is yet to uncover....
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Happy International Day for Book Lovers!
What you read most,
Is your mind's host.
Trailing your heart
On a daring art.
I remember watching that movie
with you the year we separated
It was just released on VHS
and for some God Forsaken reason
we rented it together
on Christmas Eve at your place
You had come upon this crown molded
apartment in an antique house
I leased a Formica townhouse thirty miles
or so down the road
Neither one of us wanted to be alone
so we got together out of some
pragmatic separation etiquette
on Christmas Eve.
That flick is really funny
a classic contemporary distraction
that continues to un-clot future strokes
so you can eat more turkey skin.
I liked the part when Cousin Eddy emptied
the RV terlet into the storm sewer
You liked the part when it ended, and Jesus
when it ended, I choked up over the credits
while you were in the kitchen asking
if me if I wanted another beer,
which I didn’t…and usually do.
Did you know that Christmas Vacation
didn’t have a soundtrack of its own
even with all the classic tunes
and the great original title number
Which I always recall with
the credits closing that night
for some God-Forsaken reason
So now I’ve said “God Forsaken” twice
No three times in one poem
even though I’m an Agnostic now
with very little saint left in my nick
"Fa La La La La and Ho Ho Ho
Jingle jangle jingle as we go
Let the spirit of the season
Carry us away….."
The static fuzz flashed us by that night as we
contemplated sleeping together
which we didn’t.
Clouds of the future, in the present day
Astronomical Lies of would-be Biblical, but Judeo-Masonic deception,
sleeping world enjoys its enslavement unconsciously,
as though by default
Majority rule is democracy?
But, the majority insists on immoral high ground
and is anyway
the majority manipulated
towards a certain tyranny
Terraforming our once beautiful planet
into a controlled
and abberated self criticism, elitism and love of
depopulation..
An envisioned pretense of
coincidental hell on Earth
Wake up sheeple wake up.
"Nice clear skies...Nothing to see here,
Move along, that's right move along"
Conspiracy Theory,
conspire against
pragmatic research,
hard fought-for, hard won
Government agencies
working in tandom with
and dictated to,
by age old secret societies
Owned and controlled
mass media oulets
and social platforms
enforce legitimacy,
perpetuate and smother
the propaganda and the lies
Censorship of speech eventually..
All freedom dies
Technocracy surfaces
as authoritarianism deconstructs
any and all opposition,
If you think you've heard
of this before,
sensed it even
you may be right,
you may sense or see
glimpses of truth still..
Does it matter that the weather modification projects
ramped up in earnest
from the late 1990's onwards
employing underground laboratories,
added Aluminum, Mercury,
Barium, Strontium and more
are bending, twisting and constructing
new chemical formulae,
for 'we the people'
to inhale?
Is this then,
an almost certain dystopian future
for their children too?
For and within patented
Jet propulsion, Big Oil
global system,
"Nice NORMAL skies, just a figment of the imagination - nothing to see here, move along, move along"
continued in Part 2 to follow..
Written: July 28, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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The poem is inspired by the sonnet “That time of year thou mayst in me behold” by William Shakespeare
This variation on Sonnet XL1 illustrates what Kuhlmann intended.
Kuhlmann is a verse poem of two phrases interspersed with three related syllabic stem- words(nouns, adjectives )with an integral title. The label and form are derived from the baroque poet Quirinus Kuhlmann's 50 sonnet form Love-kiss XLI.
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Through flame: volatile, heat, light:
the metamorphosis
by night: stygian, cimmerian, peaceful:
near oblivion
by season: perennial, vernal, brief:
ochre haze
through heart: pulse, trust, will:
mystic confluence
from time: aeonian, transient, rigid:
euphony linger
through creed: esoteric, hollow, dogmatic:
undying spark
through age: golden, venerable:
filigree prison
through soul: immortal, eternal, cosmic:
oracular obelisk
by heaven: empyrean, elysian, celestial:
ethereal erasure
from perpetuity: ceaseless, fixed, static:
cenotaph sermon
through love: fervent, serene, poignant:
amber drape
from belief: devout, pragmatic, visceral:
inmost pulse.
Self reliancy stimulates political independence,
pragmatic critical thinking spurs revocation of spurious Partisan information,
vigilanteism guards against the Juntas,
systematic interdiction of peoples' ability to to procure food, self educate,
self medicate, and to self defense is a vital instrument in disabling citizens' morale,
it is true that several Companies provide 'civil rights' that are subject to repeal,
but these liberties must conform to security & production for the State,
the more detached we become from the land the more immense our collective ignorance,
Will to struggle recedes like red from the dying rose, spirit is sterile,
sciences are employed to subvert the passion of men, to mire the maternity of women,
to emasculate the youth, to assault the temperance of ladies,
as the bison were decimated so to fascilitate the conquest of the feral Indian,
the Anglo-Saxon farmer & tradesman were displaced by manipulated Markets,
corporations rabid with greed, fawning to increase world trade
and to blowt stock exchanges, enlarging theaters of war & dictating foriegn policies,
an arsenal & circus of judges, lawyers, politicians, academics, entertainers,
elastic options such as Inflation, minting money, loans, and criminal dockets,
Abraham Lincolon & John Kennedy desired to reestablish democratic banking
and were both slain as dangerous heros,
cartel suzerainity always wins,
an agrian ethos is too intractable an opponent for oligarchial commerce,
as laws are ineffectual to dissuade a starving man, leaves don't stop the rains,
there is no need for insatiable government when one can grow crops, build homes & and micro manufacturies, where trade is honest& equitable, no swindles,
division of labor for maximum productivity at the expense of individual health,
eradication of heritage to ease trade, passivity in exchange for integrity,
can libertarianism be retrieved from the vice of the mold maker,
will we deliver this odious model into the depths of the galaxy,
will there always be captivity,
regulated life is controlled life, and that is enslaved living,
words ' make the world go round ',
we are subjects of international law codes,
Freedom dwindles -
J.A.B. Copyright 2012
This Composition Is Entered For Skat's " Democrat Vs. Republican " Contest -