In the middle of trading tense Nasdaq futures,
My cat scratched at the bedroom door
And came to find me.
Outside, it was a season of heavy, falling snow.
Oh my!
The cat was dozing peacefully on my chair,
Drunk on the lingering scent of my body.
I gently nudged the cat aside with my hip to sit down,
But its tiny body was so incredibly warm.
There was absolutely no need for a heater in the room.
And just like that, I suffered a beautiful burn
From that sweet, sudden warmth.
Meanwhile, on the monitor, the Nasdaq futures index
Was already burning up in flames.
The very moment I lost my grip and missed the loss-cut line,
My cat stares at me with the most pitiful eyes.
“Aeyong—”
‘Well, human, looks like you won't be able to buy my kibble tomorrow!’
‘I can starve tomorrow and endure the hunger,
But you better clean up my poop from the litter box right away!’
“Aeyong—!”
Black kitty, my sweet cat.
The memory you left behind,
A small cardboard delivery box—
To you, it must have been a micro-universe.
And close to my bed,
Near my notebook where I look at the screen,
Sits the backup mouse
I bought for the frantic Nasdaq futures trading.
Unable to forget you,
Who has departed from me,
I just sit on my bed,
Gazing and gazing at you,
The you who is no longer visible.
Yet, I must sleep on this bed.
But my feet keep drifting over to that spot,
Inadvertently pushing your space away.
Then, the memory floods back.
Because I never, ever want to push
Your precious memory away,
Before I know it, I curl up tightly like a grub,
And fall asleep.
And then, I awake.
And that memory comes alive once more.
kevin 3m
Confirmation
Market Economics
In short
To main street beside the hour
What hour is California obstruction bill arrival?
Poor legislature end time?
Haven't recalled assembly from governor newsom of California
Currently assembled in fraud
Lien upon Senate in time?
Lien upon Senate in time?
#aoc #elizabethwarren #berniesanders #realdonaldtrump #cagovernor #asmirwin #repbrownley #mikeytaylor #mayorofla
Treasury department in outside hall
Treasury department in outside hall
#nytimes #latimes #tonybiasotti #washingtonpost #theatlantic #repcarbajal #repjasmine #congressmansherman #nyse #nasdaq
nyse #nasdaq
#realdonaldtrump #berniesanders #aoc #elizabethwarren #asmirwin #mikeytaylor #mayorofla
mayorofla
#nypd #lapdhq #lapdcentral #vcpublicdefender #venturapolice #vcsheriff #sbcpubdef #iamwesmoore
Technological marvel:
who’d have ever guessed?
They went to the moon,
powered by less.
The thing receives phone calls,
it’s got GPS,
a mindfulness app
for when you are stressed.
It monitors heart rate,
can produce EKGs,
prompts you when it’s time:
take your medicine, please.
Blood-oxygen levels,
hours of REM sleep;
If you’re under the water,
it knows just how deep.
If you’re lost in the woods,
it will help get you back,
or blast a loud siren
if you’re under attack.
The steps that you took,
the stairs that you climbed,
record a voice memo
to capture a rhyme.
Listening to music,
or receiving a text,
keep up with your groceries,
so your wife won’t be vexed.
For the gals, tracking cycles,
and for all, track your phone,
keeps up with the NASDAQ,
and the stocks that you own.
But it doesn’t record
all the things that you missed -
Life in arrest,
watching your wrist.
Very strong message taking form,
Coming like a violent storm,
Warning of nation’s moral low,
Unaware of approaching foe.
Ignorant! How this world beguiles!
Blind to the culture’s subtle changes,
Dull to enemy’s evil wiles,
Naïve on immoral binges.
Stressed out by malignant ills.
Misguided by bureaucrat vow.
Duped by sharp marketing skills.
Depending on NASDAQ or the Dow.
Wake up, see the coming dark storm,
In midst of silver lining.
Judgment framed by hope’s reform.
Urgent need for land’s refining.
Very strong message taking form,
Coming like a violent storm,
Warning of nation’s moral low,
Unaware of approaching foe.
Ignorant! How this world beguiles!
Blind to the culture’s subtle changes,
Dull to enemy’s evil wiles,
Naïve on immoral binges.
Stressed out by malignant ills.
Misguided by bureaucrat vow.
Duped by sharp marketing skills.
Depending on NASDAQ or the Dow.
Wake up, see the coming dark storm,
In midst of silver lining.
Judgment framed by hope’s reform.
Urgent need for land’s refining.
Coming like a violent storm,
Most unaware of crippling foe,
Ominous charge is taking form,
Indicting nation’s moral woes.
Many have become rogue and wild,
Blind to subtle social changes,
Dull to enemy’s evil wiles,
Naïve to immoral binges.
Stressed out by our culture’s ills,
Misguided by bureaucrat’s vow,
Duped by sharp marketing skills,
Depending on NASDAQ or the Dow.
Day has dawned to draw the line,
With full trust and integrity,
Work as one for right in our time,
To end hatred and bigotry.
Waft a message and not refrain,
In midst of a silver lining,
Judgment is framed by hope’s change,
Repentance brings Land’s refining.
11/14/16
To be honest across this Earth's soils
Conflict and turmoil
That dates way back
Far before spacecrafts, state maps
Or being able to make cash
Opportunity don't waste that
Take a chance
Get on that A.S.A.P.
Before it goes down the drain fast
A long forgotten stash sat
By an abandoned hatchback
With broken and cracked glass
Cults and rituals, one of which is a black mass
Test conducted with lab rats
Some ships at a half-mast
I'm not affiliated with Aflac
Or Nasdaq
On social media, so much sad crap
And backlash
Like a toy dog some just want to yap yap
Even though there softer than a flap jack
Better watch yourself and bag back
Before we really see who has the last laugh
Went out in the wilderness to backpack
With a knapsack
Set up camp at an open grass flat (patch)
In specific things time and or money was invested
As far as recollected
The objective
Changed perspective
And all method within a second
During a time that was festive
It turned out to be effective
Yet unexpected
Certain areas and locations infested
Individual organisms infected
By: Dalton Ogletree
I'm on the path to a massive collapse like the NASDAQ
I never asked for your lack of compassion so you can have it back
and love is just a mask that we wear when we act tragedies
just as fast as it happens you're snapped back to reality
trapped by your past as you battle morality
it was bad while it lasted
always in the aftermath of disaster
like back when I smashed the gas and crashed through that house with the hatchback
and after that, if only to add to the excitement
I was snatched by a task force and slapped with a stack of indictments
I've basked in my doubts and the shadows it casts
on the reality of happily ever after,
if or when exactly it's supposed to happen
and after I've passed into ashes, my name scratched in epitaph
if, in fact, there's an afterlife- will it have me?
if this all an elaborate test did I pass, though I acted badly?
What is time?
Sound rhetorical but it isn't
Ill try to explain with sentences that
rhyme
It is something we take for granted,
something divine
But how much better would it be if
you could just press rewind
Time is a part of everything as water
is part of the living
When you have so little you don't
know what to do, when you have
too much you resort to killing
Time is a virtual stock market, how?
How can i compare time to NASDAQ
& DOW
Its simple, you invest in life like you
invest in stocks
Risks and reward is the name of the
game, but this market is regulated
by the clock
Goals and achievements make life
worth enduring
Spending it searching for wealth is
not a life worth alluring
Time can only be controlled by god
that's why i called it divine
Trying to find the way to paradise
with no metaphorical finishing line.
We brought the inspirations passed
down to us by the generations
and taught weakness in some politically
religous way.
I am sure I backed it all up with stories
of legends, men who heard the words
of the creator, in those days they were called prophets
but today they are schizafranics.
We bumped shoulders in the mall when
Christ time came, on a unknown day before the
weekend, as we carefully watch the nasdaq rise and fall.
Help them to understand
Pretend they are children from a different world
open all the right books and all the right papers
But be sure if you can
At the end of the day the lesson doesn't lead to
some kind of bank.
Oh Mr. Bernanke
Are we going to have that Rate-cut today?
Aha, you are the candy-man
Could wave your wand
Make the dying Market stand.
Ah, but it ain’t working anymore
The Market is a falling man
Oh Mr. Bernanke
You wave your wand
But it’s fallen over the stands!
Oh Mr. Bernanke
Swayed the Market just your own way!
But banks aren’t making money
The cuts to them are one too many
Candy-man, the Market won’t stand!
Got my only heifer and sacrificed
At the altar of Dow and Nasdaq, paid a high price
The Dow, oh it fell through the Year’s low
Now here I come, Candy-man
Look through your store
We need something more!
I turn on the TV
lay my head back
and watch an economist
presenting a business report
he sounds more like a wizard
casting a spell with magical names
like Hang Seng, NIKKEI
Dow and NASDAQ
in a mad induced trance
investors gamble their savings
chasing after an illusive dream
of rags to riches, riches to power
then abracadabra like voodoo magic
one company merges with another
forming a faceless conglomerate
with a strange Orwellian name
in a surrealist nightmare
of unrestrained power and greed
the wizards of alchemy work their magic
but quicksilver remedies and snake oil
cannot stop the suffering of millions
who are doomed to live in a world
ruled by the lingering forces
of voodoo economics
* Penned by
Scarecrow Joe
Disenchanted with ennui,
I want to my earth
To meet the sky,
To catch a falling star
Outside a ‘Monday thru Friday’
‘Nine to Five’ job,
But traffic on the eight eighty
Enshackles me in the tapestries of my mind.
Amnesia walks me through corridors of lice
Armed with coffee cups, the stock market on the radio,
I have lost all with my nasdaq fall
Into bars and brothels of dubious repute,
All is carnal after all.
Entrapment with Chopin on the alarm clock,
Donuts oozing with cream, wiped away with a napkin,
How do I get away from Tchaikovsky at night?
As the older whores at last snore,
I light a cigarette and lean out my window
To wail a poem, catch a falling star.
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