My aims, this way achieved, I must atone.
A man, so old, my affections were sold,
and today, I find I am so alone,
inside resides a wilderness of cold,
at my interior, a heart of stone.
I'd like to think that it was made of gold,
with structural integrity, intact,
but can it ever be, now it has cracked?
They sought wordage enough to establish the foundations
were they would afford enough and would venture into
the actual creation of an organization that
would look at today and sum up the facts of existence and
not only decide on the type of stone to create the statues and
trophies: but take the tractors and horses and the men to
the pits: quarries and mountain sides
find the stones , extract thee stones find the model and
carve .Association Membership Systems to afford
Union Parties and Galas.
Encourage membership. To
Have language that encourages
interest into the functions of structural detail.
Movement within the firm
so that promotions and demotions.
Trends and changes
income and analysis
Sussession:Stewartship and Stability
(Meddling)and Anti Meddling Processes
Unbeat and Positive.
( were you a clam poacher or
did you poach the clams? )
Lauage sepARTIONAL TERMS AND DISTINCTION)
Fuse lit now, the spark ignited:
Let it burn, this love misguided.
Our future once had seemed vivid
Now obfuscated… no: omitted.
Structural damage, shock waves follow
Breach the hull and the vessel’s hollow.
Floods, and fires. Catastrophic damage.
It wasn’t watertight. We couldn’t manage.
Here I stand, now scarred forever.
Compartmentalizing to withstand the pressure.
Recycle the wreckage. Containment. Creation.
Review what survives the detonation.
We blew up. Weakness, betrayal, fright.
You left me – free to pursue the light.
Once I feared the wreckage too deep,
But beneath the wave, I found my peace.
For in the undertow I was born,
To rise anew. To live. To learn.
Never thought I'd find this place,
Where joy now fills the empty space.
So thank you, though it seems untrue,
For bursting us to something new.
They say the Scientist has a cold gaze
but that is not so.
He doesn't have a gaze.
All he has is an observation.
He doesn't look with his eyes or even his glasses.
He takes delight in filtered structural compositions
devoid of uncertainty.
He pauses the shockwave and expands the fireball.
He displaces the atoms within.
What is a man but his last breath
All that he is he thrives to be
A single soul like a lone wolf
Everything we are we choose to be
A life of obstacles we still persuade
That in a breath life can just end
Without notice losing a friend
They come and go as if yesterday end
Here for a moment in time leaving a mark
We know the kindness of heart they show
Even in life brothers could be brothers
Love rules our existence even til death
Making of man, simplest structural molecule
Two things are certain, to live and die
Soul of a spiritual alien being
The persistence to carry on human race
Always trying to show better for ourselves
To establish our existence of mankind
Where would we be without the other lead
In each one their struggle be same
Time knows no age, some cut short
Some from an endless time still wake
What is it that makes a man his friend
But a man be their own friend in trust
Know what makes us is what changes us
That effort we put forth a lasting memory
A picture painting with flaw
Making of mankind, dust covered graves
Oh, Africa, a vast and varied land
Yet overshadowed by IMF's hand
Structural adjustments they decree
Yet bring nothing but misery
Forced reforms they demand
Leaving nations bound in financial quicksand
Economic policies, cold and stern
Often leave the people for more they yearn
African soil, rich and ripe
Yet resources drained in IMF's grip tight
Development hindered, dreams deferred
As IMF's demands go unheard
Structures shattered, communities torn
As IMF's programs leave them forlorn
Debt burdens heavy, futures bleak
In the name of progress, the poor they seek
Yet the toll on Africa's heart
Tells a tale of IMF's misguided part
Forced adjustments, a bitter pill
Leaving scars that linger still
Is slavery actually long gone
For the burden of debts we still borne
Ensnared in shackles of disgraceful loans
Why can't we just be left alone?
Wheels unstoppable
Enabled inspiration
Determined
The gentlemen called “WHEELCHAIR LOUIE”
He lifts heavy weight to keep in shape, and not look like an ape
Wheelchair Louie is into Wheelchair Bodybuilding to compete in Bodybuilding shows along with his brethren
Wheelchair muscles of the fittest
He trains at “ENERGIZE GYM” to work out and enhance his muscles into proportion
Transform and intensify growth
You would find wheelchair Louie posing in the mirror using his own wheelchair for support
Analyzing structural and definition in his muscles
Wheelchair Louie doesn’t see a handicap as he sees the will to try
Being movable and encouraged with a pursue and winning spirit
One has to give him merit in his efforts in not settling on his circumstance, but devoted to accomplish like anyone else not in a wheelchair
What is Wheelchair Louie’s advice for those in a wheelchair, Exercise and break all barriers of doubt and bring understanding with every try in accomplishing whatever your heart’s desire with a promise of fulfillment
Give Wheelchair Louie an applause in his quest for standing on his
solidarity and eyes on his own victory.
(FND awareness)
Functional Neurological Disorder
Sounds far more serious than required.
However, life now makes more sense.
That's how it is. It's the way I'm wired.
I thought I had a medical "epsy"
Due to crazy symptoms that make one tired.
It's good to know it's only FND.
It's not my fault. It's the way I'm wired.
The structural hardware works just fine.
(An explanation I've now hired...)
The wiring itself is up the creek,
So the wrong signals get fired.
Why have I come in here?
My memory has expired!
Yet, suddenly I remember that
It's down to the way I'm wired.
There's never a dull moment.
So much humour can be inspired!
There's many a joke that can be told
About the way I'm wired.
Wasting trillions
Poses implosion.
Innocent starved children.
Ukraine's exploding.
Little Sister's Mercy missions.
Business is closing.
Lost without vision.
Banks begin folding.
Mean streets turned Vicious.
Old structural erosion.
The cold war's gone Fission.
Supposition of votes.
Endless inquisitions.
Yet, an omen bell tolls.
The Road to Perdition,
Is paved in Fool's gold.
I stand at the edge of a canyon wide
Looking out over the tree-lined gorge
Two miles at least to the other side
Unless one chooses the river to forge,
Once was a tedious journey to cross
We always planned to take a full day
Now, it’s twenty minutes to crisscross
Giving us plenty of time in town to play,
A structural marvel, a single span bridge
A modern-day miracle years in making
It flows gracefully from ridge to ridge,
I tell you, it is incredibly breath-taking.
Written May 26, 2022
Japan Skytree 2080ft
They began by digging down
So two directions could be
built at once
Premade sections built on the
ground
Scaffolding added with
netting surround
to prevent anything falling down
Each section craned into position
Above the Load a gyroscope
preventing mid~air transition
Made of tubes angled for strength
Structural integrity
An architect's Dream
The engineer's Mission
On reaching the top 2 cranes
to be lowered
from atop this ingenious free~standing Tower
smaller cranes hoisted to perform this function
Each crane smaller 'till all
were grounded
The last of which the final
stage
Dismantled and carried down
in an elevator
Such ingenuity is characteristic of
Japanese engineering behaviour
Completed in a narrow triangled arena
It stands
World Tallest Free~standing
Communications Tower
One man’s power, people’s subjugation
The presence of structural discrimination
Never changes for next year’s election
Separated states, a red and blue dissection
And not to mention hatred of our nation
A Nuclear’s consequences, elimination
Please no more mass destruction
Because of our own's ego’s seduction
Before total Anayalation
Let’s get back to education
Written 3/1/22
The Phoenix Column was invented
And patented in 1862 by Samuel Reeves,
Vice President of Phoenix Iron Works.
It consisted of sections of rolled,
Flanged wrought iron, riveted together,
Creating a hollow structural column
That was lightweight, but strong.
It enabled the Phoenix Bridge Company,
An affiliate of Phoenix Iron Works,
To design structures that set world records
For vertical height and distance spanned.
They built Phoenix Column bridges, trestles, and such
All over the United States and all over the world.
Until the day they didn’t anymore.
Eventually, everything changes.
The Phoenix column was made obsolete
By the steel I-beam, which is easier,
And cheaper to manufacture.
Foreign competition took its toll.
Phoenix Bridge Company and Phoenix Iron Works
Both went out of business.
Condos now fill the space where
The open hearths and rolling mills once stood.
But the history remains.
And I consider the fact, with no small sense of irony,
That I compare myself to a Phoenix Column.
I'm lightweight and strong, but hollow inside,
And well along to being obsolete.
A stream flowing through the old oak tree is still alive.
The heart of the forest (wood which has lived to long it is, unexpected obstacle, this living log
and complicated cover which I lowered)
of rich redwood of old green growth
the menagerie where these forests are in English it is simple.
Once of the lower order I climb up to be exchanged.
Decrease slippery many salamanders for example,
going in and out of the mouth of holes in the clay.
Fighting it depends on the rough ligneous wreckage.
Many kinds are compared to the forest
where the plantation and other young person maintain
social structural their heritage and are managed,
at least temporarily.
It is expected some watching while a few others
all over one maintains their feelings, facial composure.
Being natural, the dependence of many more of the same
but different shapes to the feature of the old forest.
Some salamanders are short thick headed and round.
It lived and died inside, the wooden cavity of the oak.
Others with heads to huge were lowered deeper inside.
Before, perhaps, it's empty when full catching breath because
of the heritage which remains there it is there rooted mainly.
A spark erupts, setting alight a formidable flame.
Casting ascending vivid flickers of amber gleaming.
Ignited fervor, unbeknownst from whence it came.
The ominous blaze glares through the windows beaming.
A thunderous crackle incites a violent burn.
Engaged by inferno, timber joists integrity weakens.
As smoke engulfs the structural core in turn.
Roaring fevered holocaust ensues the blight it beacons.
Heroic sirens wail in desperation, hastily traversing town.
To cease the fiery devastation, cast upon the vastly disintegrating abode.
With forceful halt upon arrival, a bursting hose aimed toward the chateau's fallen crown.
Blasts of saturation work to snuff the flames encapsulating trusses, frame, and lode.
Now left with smoldering embers, a result of amnesic mistake.
A forgotten glowing candle, leaving destruction in its wake.
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