Let's play with new things, catching a new approach,
I am happy with bringing new things into the next epoch,
Constructing a method by defining each step as its own coach,
Sitting on its own as a key step because I am doing research.
I am an inventor, I am a researcher, I am a philosopher, I am an innovator,
Converting the knowledge from one to another because I am a converter,
I set the goal to reach the final destination and continue as a path setter,
Moving with no mistakes, no fear, with belief in myself because I am a creator.
Can our hearts be reduced to our behavior?
20,000 people a day visit the Eiffel Tower, which is about 450 feet
from our back windows - trees block much of the view and they’re
several stories below us, so only a bit of the loudest noise reaches us.
By 8pm that number is halved and by 10pm only stragglers remain
- and lovers, who stroll hand in hand at all hours.
There are no more classes, this year, we were given two weeks
to study for first year final exams - which start in 2 days.
When studying late at night,
I setup on our 6th floor balcony
I love the seeming quiet
(I’m jamming to my AirPods).
I have quite the imagination
- my perch seems like a tree-fort
because the trees are within reach
studying is like an exploration
I pretend that no one else knows
these things I’m discovering
of course that’s silly
but feelings are feelings
I wish I didn’t have to sleep
I love the research
I love my music, I love the darkness
I can watch the lovers walk the park
I’m up here, alone, for hours
there are peak moments happening
in the tree-fort
.
.
Songs for this:
Lush Life by Zara Larsson
New Rules by Dua Lipa
antelopes eat cantaloupes
hellions eat melons
bears feast on pears
leeches on peaches
parakeets eat the wheat
~ leave the chaff for giraffes
Thanks to Darles Charwin for his
posthumous advice ~ gw
george bernard shaw..some name him visionary.? I'd guess the w e f..Would for
Sure? his philosophy included a trial by a
Perverted rule, prove you were an asset or
Be consigned to death, for the crime of drawing breath.' Look into it soupers..!!!
And the rest of the world.' I have no wish
To see such a dark reality, yet rather good
Reason and sound health be observed.'
Charcoaled by the flickered USG light,
Crocheting living diaries of rose-glazen silk.
Colossal musings bloom through whispered stillness,
Doppler drifts its waves across sea-green marmoris.
A radiological quest through the wisteria of thought—
The sincere scalpel surrenders, a vow stitched in veins.
Cocooned beneath the autumn leaves,
Carrying the MRI of faraway stars.
Sowing scanned seeds in the ebony chambers,
Remember me when it rains on the petals of purgatory.
Senator Terms
As elected to Senate
Non preside
Obstruction is time observing Senate
Testimony of leadership is illiterate command of identity language and breach of security
Formal protocol for debriefing advance of intelligence
Financial terrorism acts
Senator Kennedy has the floor in his Senate term
War Room Broadcast
Free Speech literacy requirements
Asm Irwin
Why is the homeless apartments in our county in fraud court to be removed from Senate hearing and converted to profitable runs on the bank while dying poor justice is recorded?
#berniesanders #elizabethwarren #cagovernor #asmirwin #repbrownley #tonybiasotti #nytimes #bbcnews #dailymirror #declanwalsh
As a non insertive question
Citizen has single federal file for all personnel.
Objective of research is objective
During description in file
As sealed Indictment within government as possession of journalist record is economy.
Obstruction is escalation of budget into file
Over life of citizen, depriving citizen of liberty.
I am a research journalist.
In poverty I research not creating poverty
This is to learn what you and all can't do
Federal agents seen blocking roads leading to farms in Ventura County
After COVID financial exception the poverty order of math regulations grasps liberties
Verses limiting Assembly and Public Defense
Interest in hearing from free speech professionals above the granted offices of staff.
Such that retort rebuttal or record in retraction as gaining traction in printed press allows readership to submit evidence of redress. Having failed due process and diligence the public record holds the assembly woman Irwin and the county of Ventura and unincorporated areas legal assistance in contempt.
contempt.
#asmirwin #vcpublicdefender #cagovernor #repbrownley #mikeytaylor #berniesanders #aoc #realdonaldtrump #tonybiasotti #latimes
latimes
#venturapolice #vcsheriff #sbcpubdef #lapdhq #lapdcentral #nypd #nyfd #nytimes
nytimes
#repcarbajal #congressmansherman #repjasmine #iamwesmoore #taragendron #kendalljenner #saulwilliams
Reference as science and letters
Published reference by military science researcher
#nasa #mit
In science, we observe.
All only exist when and after they are
observed.
I, an explorer, lean in with a lens
to catch the scent of rained soil,
the mist above the lake before sunrise—
trying to defy
the myth of love, with my
list of what I’m meant to find:
- light feathery kisses in spring breeze’s tickle
- smiling to smiling eyes in a pavement puddle
- shared silence after a midnight rain
- a cocoa cuddle while the world melts away
Footnote: Data inconclusive
For two years, I've woven verses like threads of gold,
Yet in the shadows, my unfinished research whispers,
A ghost from the past, beckoning me to mend the frayed edges,
Now and then, I stumble into a fog, yearning to complete the tapestry left undone.
The research demands ten hours, six days a week,
A relentless tide that pulls me under,
If fortune smiles, perhaps a pearl of wisdom will surface in months,
Success is a fickle companion, but the quest is my steadfast companion,
No riches or renown await me, just the quiet reward for a curious mind.
Poetry, on the other hand, flows like a river of emotions,
Crafted with the brushstrokes of my soul,
No coins clink in my pocket here,
My father would chuckle, calling it a venture in folly.
Yet, whether I reap gold or not,
If these creations ignite joy within my heart,
They gift me a sense of triumph, a balm for my restless spirit.
The threads we weave in the early years
Define the ties that hold our fears
Attachment forms, a hidden thread
Guiding the paths where we are led
Some reach for love with open arms
while others guard with quiet alarms
The past, it molds the way we love
A blueprint written from above
My paper seeks to lift the veil
To understand how patterns sail
For through this lens, we can repair
The bonds we seek, the love we share
You are alive,
squirming in my hand
like a dissatisfied infant
or a fish searching for water.
You are alive, we are alive.
There is something the same in us-
some spark undefinable,
except by contrast to its cold absence: death.
You have a mind and survival instincts
and stoic eyes like a sixth sense I cannot recognize.
The quiet of the dissection room
is heavy like the quiet of a tomb.
You would not understand my appology
and are too young yet to sing,
as I damn you to this silence eternally.
What is the gentlest way to end a life?
Oh certainly not this.
And which thought is more sickening
that God will not forgive this small act of killing
or that He deem it no sin in need of forgiving?
You were alive in my hands.
I am alive, you were alive.
You were in my hand.
Now everything should be different,
but life is so fragile and commonly broken
that everything keeps moving.
Like Cain, like Ivan, I keep moving
because life is for the living, for the killers,
for the things that bite
wandering the earth until they too are bitten.
Dust motes dance, and sunlight spills
Through dusty windows of my intellectual lair
The aged paper scent, comfort and snare
Surrounded by knowledge, a thirst I can't share
SPARK! A question burns, pushes past the dark
I dive deep, wide, into oceans of knowing
A treasure hunt, secrets growing
Mountains of data, endlessly flowing
Sifting, unearthing, piecing together
Connecting dots, puzzle incomplete
Every clue - victory!
Every dead end - defeat!
It taunts me! Just out of reach
A hidden treasure, beyond my mental breach
No map, and no guide, but the hunt goes on
Day and night, dusk to dawn
But in the chaos, in the din
Beauty emerges from within
This pursuit - life's reflection
Unfolding chapters, joy, dejection
Like lovers lost in the moment's embrace
I surrender to research's grace
A journey of discovery of lives intertwined
Every question answered
A truth we find
In the quest... we find ourselves.
The simpler is a
Woman's dress, the better are
Her social skills.
In ivory towers, oblivious reigns,
Blind to the weight of scholarly chains,
Reports unread, insights ignored,
The fruits of labour, rashly scored.
Heads turn away from midnight oil,
Unseeing depths of earnest toil,
Quality dismissed with careless ease,
As if research grew on trees.
Passion exploited, dedication scorned,
Complexity of thought, summarily shorn,
"Just another paper," they decree,
Failing to grasp what they can't see.
Understanding falters at the gate,
Where ignorance sits in high estate,
Dismissing years of careful thought,
As if such work was dearly bought.
In halls of power, a tragic play,
Where value's judged by yesterday,
And those who push the bounds of knowing,
Find recognition never growing.
O, the irony of learned spaces,
Where wisdom often hides its traces,
And those entrusted with the helm,
Fail to fathom their realm.
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