Bobakattleskat are oh so abstract,
teeny tiny with invisible impact.
Teeny tiny don’t keep jellies around,
before you know it
teeny tiny is gargantuan.
With that stench they left behind
now the tea party’s in ruin.
Teeny tiny every inch infested,
now you’ve done it!
The ramifications are gargantuan.
Teeny tiny with invisible impact,
Bobakattleskat are oh so abstract.
Do we enter another land?
A land that we can't understand.
When we dream
People and places,
Different faces
Situations, ramifications
Strange, unknown.
Laughter, tears
Bravery and fear
When we dream,
Are shown
Dear ones, come to life again,
Sometimes in a dream
Clocks lose all sense of time,
In this surreal scene.
We become unconscious
For a little while
Entering a different land
That can be exciting or banal.
We do not choose to dream,
Would we if we could?
Is it a phenomenon?
Not to be understood.
Human versus pre-human
Are humans born with a soul? I don’t know but I think a newborn child has yet to acquire a soul A newborn absorbs everything it sees, including colors and voices, the way it is lifted up given a bath hugged, and song too, absorbed into the new memory bank and stored The child is not aware of this, but it is the building block to acquire a soul that can rudimentarily think, hence a soul that learns right from wrong now, if an AI figure is fed information like this does it, acquire a soul that has moral knowledge? If this is true, the ramifications are disappointing because we are only equal to an AI, who in time will master how to recreate itself
"Do I still matter?" I lament, in quiet despair,
As kindred acquaintances vanish, dissolved in thin air.
Solitude clots the cistern, blocks my spirit's flow;
Collateral damage obscures the expansive panorama's glow.
Vision dims, and trembling hands do falter.
Crutches bear the weight of ceaseless alter.
As though a harlequin, encased in collodion's mournful woe,
A vestigial soul, defying ruin's throes.
Primitive dictums supplanted by the pragmatism of the age:
"Who cares?" imbibed in youth's cage.
The sickle and hammer, now relics of savage years,
Venomous words sealed in the vaults of my fears.
Futile is the grasp to decipher Braille's cryptic code—
The ramifications vast, yet still I brave the road.
Reclaiming the immutable verity of my existence,
Hope that today's conundrums will shape tomorrow's persistence.
What's madness but nobility of Soul
at odds with circumstance
Theodore Roethke
Extraneous circumstances
delve into utopian
realizations that
make you understand
you may not
be all there
Ramifications manifest
themselves on a
daily basis totally
controlling you
Petulant realities
stream into
your consciousness
pestering routines
that convalesce
within dimensions that
are never surpassed
beckoning in a
new direction
that you never
thought could exist
Forging ahead, means so much to so many folks
for myself this means multi-planetary inhabitation...
this is a great undertaken cause many think it's a hoax,
Space X doesn't think so, nor I, as a matter of fact...
we need to hurry, hurry on up there, establish human,
existence, not to perish like dyno's did, stay focus on that,
why now, well we can, need to provide all people a living...
"one universal work force for humanity to survive",
think what this will accomplish, ramifications' stayin' alive
doom also gloom can happen any day, every day we do not...
launch our spaceships, set up infer-structure to these means
like turning our head, when passing homeless, also 'r' astronaut's
Do we enter another land?
A land that we can't understand.
When we dream
People and places,
Different faces
Situations, ramifications
Strange, unknown.
Laughter, tears
Bravery and fear
When we dream,
Are shown
Dear ones, come to life again,
Sometimes in a dream
Clocks lose all sense of time,
In this surreal scene.
We become unconscious
For a little while
Entering a different land
That can be exciting or banal.
We do not choose to dream
Would we if we could?
Is it a phenomenon?
Not to be understood.
Despair
The inexorable pain of unrequited love within a caring soul,
young dreams dashed upon the rocky shores of despair
and in one fleeting moment all is gone
to the loved ones about them.
All the wisdom of the universe,
between the pages of time at the fingertip,
all for the asking and the page not turned,
the question not asked the lessons not learned.
Desperate lives within the worlds of the mind’s creation,
lost to obscurity and oblivion inside the single act that cannot be undone.
The sweet experiences of life’s pain and pleasures of the Mind beyond endurance,
squandered by the actions of a harlequin of little forethought,
as to the ramifications of this parsimonious act.
The self-destructive self-serving imprudent act of taking ones own life,
in a moment of despair and the anguish of depression.
Suicide is forever.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
How could our god given rights
be taken away by man,
when he never had
any power to do such act.
Involuntary actions goes
against moral laws,
which nobody can escape
it's wrath.
All executive orders that have been
emanated by the president, it
contravenes against moral laws
and our free-will.
These orders are intentionally,
to strip us away from our rights,
which was given to us by God.
Executive orders 10990, 10995,
10997, 11000, 11001, 11003,
11004, 11005, 11049, 11051,
11310, and 11921
gives an unprecedented
level of power to the President
and the federal government
to take over all
fundamental parts of our
economy,
health,
transportation,
air craft,
farming,
electrical power,
fuel,
highways,
education,
mineral,
petroleum,
and so forth on.
This is what established the government
and put itself above the law.
The democracy
became a communist,
socialist, capitalist, and
fascist deliberately.
Each executive order brings
ramifications and effect
to our nation and us,
due to our own ignorance.
We must become unified
as a whole and destroy the
enemies before they
destroy it allies.
water flowing
i move not
unfortunate that i will have to leave quickly
i think about all that are no longer here
the water's sound eases my mind like it knows
i move not
unfortunate that life and time waits for nobody's nothin'
i think about being late
i think about not showing up
i think about those ugly ole ramifications
water flowing
humbled, i move now
i reluctantly get in my temperamentally mental car and hesitatingly depart
Into the white room
With folded time
Worn into the sublime
Watching the figure standing
Here standing there
In the corner
Where the shadows bare
Where things dare
Watching the passing of a life
In the strobes of one's afterlife
The flickers of memory
The moments of history
The monuments of
The stuff that transcends
The essence of a void
What is made of
What was imagined
In the white room, the floor is bare
Nothing left there only two moments
Taken like photographs
Can I of the soul see the ramifications
In the seconds that are folded and worn
Like photographs on the dead fireplace
The white room is getting cold
The procession has come, old
The procession left nothing to bare
The passing of nothing
Something rare
There on the floor, bare
I see a shadow roaming uncertain
Where time is warned bare
In a white room with black curtains
an ode to stones
Mingled worths gleaned by contrasting instructions.
Disappearing as I meander amidst sun-soaked wisps.
History is storming, howling, and recoiling further convictions.
Current plans riding the rowdy wave are being crisp.
Ramifications of implied vows reveling from a keen sense,
Beautification isn't rationed by shading or form grip,
Bourn when eyes are drained, writhing, and wailing thence.
Unfulfilled pledges in the lack of truth and empathy,
Ascending to the apex of kindness obtain the rising grace.
Mystical decency, the springtime renew of humanity.
All these are shrinking twigs: wars, dread, and fury.
Pomposity
Arrogance and ego are hazards that lead us astray.
Jealousy will tarnish your blessings when allowed to stay.
Center your pain, adapt and overcome for relief.
Passing judgement is deplorable, that’s just my belief.
A smug puritan will point their finger and berate.
We should never blame others for the reality we create.
Discretion is for all, understand and learn.
When frolicking in the flame, beware of the burn.
We can write whatever we choose, ramifications abound.
Sanctions, however, can be bequeathed when blasphemy is found.
Some will praise God, seeking attention for their glass shelves.
Unfortunately, the self-righteous just seek praise for themselves.
I think every poet on this site has talent with their words that glisten.
Insults and palsied stones are understood by many, just read and listen.
Embitterment will ensue when foul scents become thick.
Karma can strike with a vengeance, it’s time to put down the stick.
How does one get to know the Bible?
the same you get to know friends
by spending real time with them
so you become the real spiritual blend
No matter the years you've lived
you can't sit back being complacent
for the scriptures will find you out
leaving you down in the basement
Like a herb when it's in full flavour
God provides enlightenment of light
making the clarity of scripture so real
discipleship takes you in full flight
When you become more familiar
with holy writ, there's a new dimension
for this divine word reveals a treasure
to you far hidden never a mention
But now God reveals in His word
His purpose to push your sanctification
gifting His treasure to you a sinner
transforms you with real ramifications
("To get the full flavour of an herb, it must be pressed between the fingers, so it is the same with scriptures, the more familiar they become, the more they reveal their hidden treasures and yield their indescribable riches.")
John Chrysostom (A.D. 347-407)
Maybe it was a mistake
Not maybe
There is no maybe
It was a mistake
A wrong turn
A forced turn
But my turn
A turn I created
That I didn’t accept
That I took no responsibility for
That I’ve been running from
I’m running from my shadow
And it will always find me
It will always be a part of me
So I have to face it
Because it will destroy a beautiful day
It will destroy a beautiful moment
A beautiful life
If I don’t look in the mirror
Accept the error
Accept the ramifications of the lies
So that dirt can be brushed off
Off of my shoulders
Because that dirt used to be boulders
Time eroded them
But I’m still dirty
I can feel the dirt
And it is on me to brush it off
So I can be clean
Calm
Happy to see my shadow
Each and every day
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