Short Statistically Poems
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Strange things happen, get used to it.
Often statistically odd.
But explained by mathematics
without any need for a god.
stunningly statistically strategy 'scenes silently so the scenes surely society systems are socially strong ~
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
9/15/21
Hidden in the recess
Developing within the walls
A system to educate
A system that evolves
Statistically a witness to charts and scales
The beginning of the grading towards judgement
To pass or to fail
we arose hero's
of up front no
common but
nonsense
combat
strategically
statistically
self survival
of some
kind
of defense
depending
on a deep
sense of
fight
or flight
but Icarus
don't go too
close to the sun
son said Daedalus
Form:
In complete clarity
Am I so bold
With brimming ego
To press the question
In absolute sincerity
To even ask it
When not statistically probable
It's borderline illogical
Still it grips me
Without falsehood
The possibility
It's all them
And not me
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Form:
soothing your soul self
a knowing within your heart
what is best for you
dream state magic
introspective sureness
living your truth
bathing your soul self
hearing yourself realistically
being the most healthy statistically
living your joy artistically
following your absolute truth mystically
your angel guides know the eliminations and
inclusions that you will need to delight in
your bliss and live your true soul self
Statistics, ciphering and accounts are copied and transcribed
from natural laws within the hands of time. Predestinations,
one's path throughout the hands of time, flowing like the
sand in a hour glass every grain is essential.
Chapters, Conceptions, People, Statistics and every living being
are accountable statistically, rationale based on numbers,
Brain Scan
Diseased dined flu, thoughts rest rain in me,
every storm conceivable my forecasted mentality.
Never quiet, sins confusion wicked wits in use,
short fuse still burning, hot, tempered, amuse.
Brass plaqued new found theory of awarded frustration,
me the unsolved mystery, brilliance guiding madness to temptation.
Complete control over incom[plete thoughts that run astray,
ego-statistically humbled but it's impossible that, I, only think this way...
You see people as numbers
And dots on a line
Tracking each blunder
And if they were on time
Millions of ants
With money not souls
You refuse that they can’t
It’s no use if they’re old
Emotions get in the way
Unless they can earn
By the end of the day
Filing up urns
Fact isn’t law
And law isn’t right
Even if you plainly saw
I’d have hoped that you might
Statistically and categories
Wishful thinking and lost stories
All for order
Human no more