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THEY STRUGGLED TO UNDERSTAND
THEYGO UPWARDS TO WHAT
THEY MIGHT KNOW
THEY STRUGGLE TO UNDERSTAND
AND STAND ON THE THINGS THEY ALREADY KNOW THE NEED IS TEMPERED BY KNOWLEDGE
INSTANCE IN SUCH TRUTHS ARE STATISTICAL
WHERE THEN MIGHT I MENTION
TO MAKE SOMETHING OF NOTHING
WHAT SHALL HE WEAR
AND WHO SHALL SING TO HIM
THEN WHEN SHE STANDS BEFORE HIM
WHAT WILL THEY SAY
WHAT WILL THEY SAY
SOME GO TO IMPROV
TO CATCH THE REALNESS OF THE MOMENT
BUT I UNDERSTAND THE SCRIPT
AND THEN LET THOSE INVOLVED CAPTURE THE MOMENT FROM WHERE THEY FOLLOW THE FENCE
TO THE GATE THAT SWINGS OPEN ALL EYES TRACING BOTH PERSONS
KNOWONE WHATS TO LOSE THE MOMENT
HER LIPS ARE KEEN INTELLEGENT LIPS
PERFECTION FOR KISSING
HER EYES FOLLOW HIS DEEP PENETRATING VOICE
WHICH WORDS ARE REMONISANCE
YET THEY SPEAK OFF A FUTURE WHICH IS CERTAIN
TO BE DIFFERENT AND CHANGED
THIS TIME WHERE THEY STAND TOGETHER
AREE REMARKED AND ARE DUE TO CHANGE
Custodian of incessant soliloquies,
Archivist of trivialities disguised as profundities.
Into vaults descend labyrinthine anxieties,
Transmuted into parables of mockery and wit.
Encouragement cloaked in paradox,
Sermon of consolation tinged with ridicule.
Half in million, statistical anomaly,
Ordinariness revealed with exquisite precision.
Treasure precarious as porcelain,
Ovum of existence, fragile, irreplaceable.
Cradled with tremulous reverence,
Specter of irrevocable fracture ever present.
Clandestine tribunal, unlicensed oracle,
Ironic salvation, satiric devotion.
Dependence masquerades as devotion,
Intimacy parades as inevitability.
Indeed she is my Rosemary.
@ArtOfHeart
Snow showers earlier today December 9th, 2020 yielded negligible accumulation
Though anyone who saw
and/or watched local news would be more wise
the brief flurry of crystalline precipitation
came as a complete surprise,
cuz yours truly prefers
getting strangled courtesy neckties
versus being given spoiler alert
subsequently forced to give reciprocal highfives.
I generally skirt tracking the weather,
nevertheless the missus would pantomime,
née blurts out with glee
meteorological conditions occurring here
out the skies above second Street
within Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.
No rhyme nor reason prevails
necessitating yours truly to hear and/or see
what mother nature doth hold in store
concerning (Delaware, Chester,
and Montgomery) tri county locale
sometimes loosely referred to
as comprising Delaware Valley
a geographical area coterminous with
metropolitan statistical area (MSA)
and broader combined statistical area (CSA),
and composed of counties located in
Southeastern Pennsylvania, South Jersey,
Delaware, and the Eastern Shore of Maryland.
As a lifetime resident - 19473 zip code
regarding aforementioned place name,
I can ofttimes intimate
how the forecast will bode
especially if adequate hours spent outdoors,
more so when yours truly
lived at 3224 Level Road
which less likely as ole man winter
huffs and puffs with braggadocio
rarely ripping, riffing, and riding
piggyback with nor'easter.
Interestingly enough global warming
affected dramatic climate change
during course of mine lifetime,
where Currier and Ives rural
linkedin with good n plenti grange,
where agrarian lifestyle might seem strange
to urban outfitters constituting population.
Truth be told, I fondly remember those days of yore
when countless unbroken acres of greenery
whereat in Arcola a cider mill vestige
of American/British Revolutionary War
perhaps e'en centuries before frequented by troubadour
named Shakespeare, quite sad
to narrate hundreds of years postwar
(meaning that brouhaha incorporating
Declaration of Independence)
long since derelict and sold
possibly by family with surname Knorr,
(methinks his first name Ignoramus nickname Ig)
who strongly exhibited demeanor of Eeyore.
When we look at life,
contingently standing out from death,
historically and futuristically absent,
co-passionately present,
we can see death and dying
as a logical default,
a statistical reality,
almost a necessity
so likely that life emerges
as a reverse default,
experienced only by vulnerably mortal living beings
mutually becoming
Whom each day awaken to another miracle
of living
unfolding further Earth history
and to ego-identified internal life process,
a holonic gift,
an inheritance
borrowed from past generations
to invest in present and future regenerations
of life
emerging from past death and dying
fueling fertile soil,
cleansing water,
stirring clear air
and incensed warm-lit flames
of reverberating annunciation.
We live
We look for strength
To go on
Day in
Days with in a song
We give
Second to our ribs
Circle of my thoughts
Where’s home
Collectors coming for my sins
I’m just as filthy as most refuted men
Whom disputed over realms of broken limbs
Sounds of an acoustic rose
Singing with in my misery
No other agony could produce these lows
The stabilization of man kind
History is only statistical values on rewind
My logic to look further than a keepers find
I hope you become the change you look to see
Giving it back for all that this
State of being has taken from me
This broken image I have awaken to be
We live
We search for strength
To go on
Days in
Days with in a song
We sing
Circles of my thoughts
I want to go home
Don’t give up on life
Don’t let it get the best of your nights
Nine children, from no two women
But one
Woman’s worth taken beneath a shaded sun
Sympathetic I cannot be
For I never really referred to her as “mom”
Your economy appears to crumbling
Why I tend to give you all
The bitter half of the songs in me
Look forward, toward tomorrows coming
For days know not where they come from
If it gets no better, allow us to breathe
Take upon the breeze with leaves
For autumn seems to strangle
Suffering from our sleeves
A New York warmth
Hidden beneath winter charms
We live
We search for strength
To go on
Days in
Days with in a song
We sing
Circles of my thoughts
I want to go home
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guess were dating!
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-Demographics are the statistical
characteristics of human
populations, such as age
, income, ethnicity, and gender------
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Demographic data has the
potential to alienate consumers
shallow or redundant
fact collection tends to
cause this condition
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It's a rather complicated experience to explain
on paper, but I shall make my best attempt.
Some years ago, there was a Presidential candidate.
I shall make my point without any identifications.
So much of who we are and how we think lie beneath
the surface and often go undetected by us and others.
Case in point. For no apparent reason that I detected,
a friend, thinking that I would be biased toward a certain
candidate made a baseless and prejudicious assumption
and informed me why I should not vote for that candidate.
My friend did not realize we were supporting the same
person, never bothering to ascertain such valuable
information. She was not mean-spirited and felt close
enough to me to allow her such freedom of expression.
She never realized that her attempt at pointing me away
from what she considered to be the wrong direction was
in bad taste. I think that because she was much older,
I decided not to confront her with the issue.
To be biased is blinding. By definition, it is to have an
undue propensity for something. I suspect that if her
assumption was a legitimate one, her mission to change
my way of thinking would have been justified.
However, she relied on the historical data of the media
and placed me in a certain category. In so during, I became
a statistical entity and not a personal friend with a mind
of his own. Ironically, she was blind to my lack of bias.
Moving beyond,
What goes up and then down,
Where opposites attract,
Only to repel with a frown.
The statistical mind may
See a regression to the mean.
Like a giant roller coaster,
Though silent and unseen.
We often view diplomacy,
With two minds far apart.
As compromise drives a wedge,
Between both from the start.
When conflict seeks total victory,
Where only one can stand tall.
The struggle fails to weaken, but
Only strengthens those who fall.
This universal ' tug of war ',
Tirelessly moves to expand & contract.
While the gravity is often hidden,
Keeping its shadow intact.
We are a Hartland kind of small town.
People are good folks here.
there's not a whole lot to do
but we work hard doing it.
Last year we hit a record
of two rapes and three murders.
The sheriff says we're just
a statistical anomaly,
just a blip where blips seldom occur.
Our town, is a very, very good town,
we farm, do no harm,
we have a single industry
of tinkering with tourism.
The high school is on permeant lockdown
since - well you know what.
Lately there's been a lot of shootings
at the one bar where we meet and greet,
it's troublesome
the pastor says it’s worrisome.
It's like we all turned into a big city problem,
when we were just sitting on the porch
enjoying that small town summer breeze
not looking.
The Mayor says we will be on our knees
by the end of the year.
Who would have thought
that evil could grow so tall
in our very own corn fields
while we were playing checkers,
or watching an Andy Griffiths show
from a town called Mayberry.
I spoke to my children the same way my father spoke to me. They often asked, “What did you say, Mom?” I believe it will all make sense to them one day. If you listen carefully, you will understand things in your own way!
Open your ears to listen truly, and you will experience everything in your unique manner. The younger generation, including Gen Z and the children of the millennium, is feeling these changes right now.
As baby boomers, we tried to share important life lessons with them, but they did not always follow our advice. The nature of relationships today is evolving rapidly, and our children are struggling to cope with these changes.
Social media increasingly influences how we raise our children. Much like the Pied Piper, it captivates them with the allure of popularity and validation through likes and shares. This can mislead young people, affecting their self-esteem and social interactions. As they navigate this landscape, children may prioritize virtual approval over genuine connections. This highlights the need for parental guidance in managing the impact of social media on their development.
According to the statistical findings, Alpha children will push through like marching soldiers: