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Degenerate house filled with ancestry
one short hand stretches from statues to shame
pervading loose boundedness within the same
or toward less classical geometry
on this continuous interplay to show
how apotheosis may interchange the crow
this desire between rough designs, I try
to withstand its whirlwind and real rephaim
into flexible modules overclaim
terrain through the abundant baptistery
we have dispersed vital functions for coe
by distinctive architectural doe
we provide few clues from dictionary
this situation contracts markedly beldame
They tell us we’re the future
yet 63% of us stand under twenty-five,
hungry for more than empty promises.
They say unemployment is only 6.8%
but when each job vacancy spawns nineteen hopeful faces,
those numbers shatter.
It’s not our fault alone
we’re taught to pass, not to prepare,
and leaders build bridges to nowhere.
change the system,
rebuild classrooms with real tools,
forge curricula in tune with today’s world,
craft jobs that don’t evaporate at sunset.
We memorize theories dusted in chalk,
while the real world races in code and startups
our syllabi stuck in yesterday’s headlines,
outdated lessons that never teach how to build,
to pitch, to innovate, to adapt.
change the system,
write modules on digital skills and green tech,
teach us negotiation, problem-solving, resilience,
so our knowledge finally walks hand in hand with reality.
Because when the system bends to our needs,
those cracks become the light we’ve been waiting for.
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in the cauldron of love
dimensionless boundless
zillions of lifetron nodes throb
energised by pranic magnetism
the flow of soma nectar entwines
all seemingly separate modules
blurring imagined boundaries
between God and our soul
Sterling beauty, scintillating green,
The morning's bright.
The pulchritudinous scene,
Let us conserve this, why be mean?
The trees are a sight to see,
They give shade and beauty to you and me.
Birds and squirrels make their homes and hide,
Bunnies and deer live together side by side.
The lunch foils, the banana peel,
Thrown in bins, with green zeal.
Our Mother Earth is clean,
Let us conserve it why be mean?
We follow the 3 Rs rules,
Spreading awareness with our vigorous modules.
We throw our litter in the bin,
Because we know, it is a perishable sin.
Let us plant more trees
Let us not cut them down
Let us be more discreet
Let us not let mother earth frown
Save the lovely greenery.
greenery, greenery.
Save the lovely greenery.
Save it if you please.
Children like to craft things,
but then they start to grow.
Pretty soon they’re old
and strange things start to show.
Hair in wrong places
Wrinkles on faces
Bulbous modules
Bilious nodules
When adult children retire,
creativity often re-springs.
Even though they got old
they return to the crafting of things.
Sitting forever in a day,
Out in my Backyard,
The peace in myself releases,
The good in me that has always been there,
Day falls to a celebration,
The feeling of something good is happening,
Not yesturday,tomorrow,but only right now,
Does it only make since,
Forgetting who I am at last,
To be able to reach the farthest star.
Wishing to not come back,
I return with a dream of freedom.
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People often wonder about it, does it exist, is it a mere myth, so much that,
Arriving at such a point, most often people do want a proof of it
Reading holy books does be no more sufficient
Aboard the ship known as life, why, we all do want to know the truth
Do we need to believe, or do we need to let science take over
Inadvertently making of us mere accidental modules
See, call me a fool if you wish, but I do believe that such a place does be
Emotional do I become when I close my eyes and re-live my secret revelation!
21 December 2015
MISREPRESENTATION
misrepresentation
defamation with
slanderous insight
modules of crash
courses in life’s
lessons brief
curt and
concise
“no one will ever love you like I do”
nobody ever did..
“being strong is holding back”
it’s ALWAYS about
letting go
“feelings are best contained”
emotions need to be felt
internal bleeding leaves
a deeper
heart welt
precarious this clarity
awakened by confusion
extensions of disparity
misrepresentations
never a solution
modules of crash
courses in life’s
lessons brief
curt and
concise
© Kim van Breda—19 July 2015
Why
Are some rocks color and pattern of a butterfly?
The answer will lie
In endless nature of the sky
The claw of three
Holding an energy orb you see
It is a structure of mesmerizing beauty
Because with this you write your own destiny
The many theories regarding universe contains the orb
Into one great theory the orb
Smaller theories will absorb
Than new theories will grow and be reabsorbed by the orb
The butterfly is beautiful and cool
To exert ultimate consciousness it is a tool
And absolute value of non existence in this module
Comes after consciousness and this continues to grow as a rule
As the butterfly transverses the aerial abyss
The endless modules of consciousness grow in their abyss
Butterfly often represents bliss
And growing spirit through expanding consciousness also is bliss
5-22-2012 Afraid of You
I let you in ,oh yes I did- a lover in sheep's clothing ,
No matter how hard you tried you couldn't be original in anything,
So as far as I can see ,you've gone- but you pretend you are everything,
Gone as I can see your not even in my memory,
Nothing to have seen ,you've never been here in the clear,
Your just a make believe of something you'll never be,
Walk away my old lost friend,don't bother to look back,
I enjoy the way you've made a big fool out of me,
At least you won't be coming back,I keep hoping,
You just keep reappearing,all I want to say to you,
Is please let me be,until I take my last breath of air.
Just let me be free at last,You'll be a misery,
Until you've let me be,till you've taken today,
My only last request, I will have to take away,
You away from me.
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Analogy of Life
Faults of
life, might be,
for
opting some analogy;
Humans earn or
inscribe poem,
or write an ode and earn,
with or lacking a logic,
and similitude;
But all manifest in
void and
life becomes a finding,
humans, the modules
and our analogy –
become elements
to instigate the poison
to irrationalize the self.
The imagination is
a sheltered womb
Busy with embryos
waiting to bloom
Kindred ideas dormant in
the garden of the mind
Waiting for us to connect
the modules stored over time
As labor progresses the embryos
ready their dreams for birth
The arm of the mind releases the
Words that are born to dazzle the earth
The paper is the earth
A pen is the writers shovel
Words written are the seeds
Planting produces the novel
Those who read enlarge your crop
© Carole Cookie Arnold
The Param Atma manifests
In beings,
As creators in the lords footsteps.
He,
Expounding
The shackles of the soul,
For those undefined
Unconqured paths in nature;
Recreates new horizons
Undoing many more in the process,
And the line recedes each day,
Towards the unspecified, unknown.
Unfolding tracks, defining systems
To varying memory banks;
Somewhere,
He moves cracking natures codes,
Ciphering logics in the mayhem.
Bit by bit
Like
The Midas touch;
He changes
Pastures green to gold.
Tracking his building blocks,
Assigns relations within elements.
Byte by byte, data by data
Growing,
Discovering Boolans ‘I’s and ‘O’s,
Regenerating the roots, modules
And the entire
Configuration tree;
He eats
Into the apple from Eden,
With loads and loads of functions.
Till He hears
I am God;
And he creates the Creator.
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