Finding a place to belong
in childhood's lonely song,
up on grandma's swing,
I fly high and sing.
Sailing in the clouds of blue,
finding joy so true,
supported by a walnut tree,
I am finally free.
As my friendless soul escapes
by the tangerines and grapes,
I sail from earth to heaven,
a boy of only seven.
Birdy, please, a quill to pen,
for when I'm back on earth again.
Drone sub lib
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Inspiro designio
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Abstract
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A submersible drone, and satellite feed and proper laugage.
Objective
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To create a system that can warn against pending floods
Due to the amount of time a flood takes place
Even t
With traditional warning. A proper and safe system needs to be developed to create
"Act Now" evasive plans and warnings
When the creek or river pre rises it it imperial
For folk in the general population to understand the seriaty of the pending situation A warning even if it means grabbing on to floating devices, which might save the population.
Goal
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From the moment the storm is announced.
A means of communication that warns, advices and secures the safety of all people!
Research and invention.
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Terms and Technology
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a trusted governmently supported
System that works!
Damming the Gualupe River to create an environmentally stable environment for the safety of all peoples!
An engineer's uniform
sparked a child's imagination,
and, one strange and early morn,
he was in a railway station.
An old man lost in reverie,
couldn't begin to understand.
His cloudy eyes could barely see
a young lad's outstretched hand.
There, beneath a station clock,
by knobby cane, supported,
all choked up, he couldn't talk -
how was he here transported?
His railway watch, long unused,
hung from a chain of gold.
Thro' stained-glass windows' light diffused,
he saw a palm outstretched to hold.
Then, like a railroad car on a mobius strip,
a child woke up from a mystic dream,
as an old man dropped in the child's grip,
a watch, and vanished, dead, like steam.
Mamma cat
looked in the mirror…
I warned her: cut back
on treats or soon you
will no longer fit into
your fur! She licked
her lips, then began to
purr – shook her hips,
all four; legs supported firmly
atop each chubby paw – I sensed by
her feline attitude, that Friskies
were her beatitude --
Tail pointed toward the door,
Took I haste to the store.
They are dirty, they are unclean, they need to be exterminated she explained to me. I was a ride share driver and picked up a women, she explained she came from a ….. country to get educated and was now living in Boston area, she supported abortion and other forms of human extermination of unclean people, she explained that since these children and people were created uncleanly they therefore needed to be exterminated. Today I still think about this conversation with her, and I pray for the many she will try to influence to die for her belief. Always choose life and protect it,life is a gift and a blessing, so value it, protect it, and cherish every day. Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
I've lived in the shadow of comparison, where every step is measured against another's pace.
The weight of expectation crushes me,
as I'm reminded that I'm not leaving up to their standard.
The echoes of 'you'll never be like him' haunt me every step of the way .
I'm tired of being defined by someone else's excellence.
Tired of being told I'm not enough,
that my efforts are futile.
The pressure to conform is suffocating, yet l yearn to break free from the mold that binds me.
In the mirror of others' eyes, I'm distorted,
a reflection of their biases and expectations.
My ideas are dismissed,
my achievements overlooked.
But when he presents the same thoughts, they're met with applause and validation.
I'm exhausted from trying to fit into shoes that aren't mine.
Exhausted from living in someone
else's reflection.
I crave authenticity, to be seen and supported for who I am.
I want to shatter the glass ceiling of expectation
and forge my own path.
So Can someone help me find my voice,
my identity,
and my strength?
Can someone see me,
hear me,
and support me for who I am,
And who I want me to be?"
Shattered dreams—isn’t it strange
That they cannot leave me once and for all
And continue to live within me as a separate entity
As if awaiting their fulfilment.
Their presence is particularly noticeable in the mornings
When I wriggle out from under the duvet
Sit on the edge of the bed
To get up the very next second
But I suddenly sit there in a daze for a while
Inside me, the film is ending
And the credits are already rolling too fast,
So I can’t make out a single word
Who starred in it and who supported
Even though I’ve only just watched this episode.
I still remember how I was rowing a boat
To some unknown destination, but then,
A few minutes ago,
I knew the place and the time exactly
When I was due to arrive somewhere
Where my love was waiting for me with joy
And I was filled with a joyful anticipation
But then everything seemed to fade
As if wrapped in a transparent bag in the rain
Only raindrops were visible on the blurred screen
I miss your kind words and your tender greetings
Your genuine hugs always had so much meaning
I miss when you’d get up for morning spring cleaning
I miss the way you supported me every time I kept dreaming
You handled everything with such grace and such care
A delicate woman, a typical Taurus I swear
You were stuck in your ways but you were always still there
Cuz when mom wasn’t around you’d be Mama bear
You took me to church almost every single Sunday
And I’d complain—but I knew I’d regret it one day
You had pure intentions even if I couldn’t have it my way
You made sure I had it all, even on your birthday
Abuela I miss you more than you’ll ever know
I’m sad that we had to part because you had to go
And although I wish you were still standing right here
You’ll still be in my heart where I hold you so dear.
Rain whipped by,
And the wipers tasked with maintaining sight struggled to keep up.
Despite the wiper’s determination though,
the driver needed not look,
As in his inebriation his control would merely worsen with sight.
The wheels upon which he rode turned quickly,
yet slid along the unstable gravel.
And as the driver lost consciousness,
The road gave way just in time to spite his drunkenness.
First the headlight cracked,
Then the metal upon which the car was supported bent and split.
And finally, the separation between the derelict and his storm gave way:
As the window shattered beyond recognition.
Now,
Rested upon an old willow,
The manifestation of all inadequacies lay;
A young man,
who failed to drive the car upon which fate destined him,
Met his end -
in introduction to the monsters of his irresolution.
In the nineteenth century—
the Devil was born.
And sympathizers
supported his name—
Zion.
When Zion was born,
he came with racism,
colonialism,
and a wicked spirit
of imperialism.
Zionism—
a force on this earth,
a political extremism,
an ideology rooted
in intolerance,
in hatred,
in the violent imposition
of belief—
seeking to destroy
fundamental rights
and the balance
of the world.
It manifests
as anti-democratic will,
rejecting order,
reshaping systems,
using force
to achieve
its ends.
Its drivers—
inequality,
exclusion,
and the shadow
of power
without restraint.
But the days draw near.
What is built
on violence
weakens.
The poison it spreads—
returns.
And consumes
its own source.
To those
who suffer—
the night is long,
but not endless.
For no force
stands forever.
And what rises
without justice—
will fall.
Hypocrites hum this word
their empathy very selective
hate for truth and justice for all
usually religious, not always
rain nourishes flowers
not Zionists
gracious exists for those
not being bombed
weep no more
those not of your own
have already been slaughtered
thank the lord
you supported such "beauty"
irony
ignorance
Whoever said life’s a happy movie
must’ve seen the win after hard times.
In my movie, the main character has already lost,
the past was golden, all my good wishes already used.
Jealousy and sadness, all together, now supported only by wine.
You holding hands with someone else,
while I smile, pretending to be fine.
I could see your smile in all the photos,
my heart was strong until I saw you
proposing with a ring and daffodils.
Oh darling, I’ve done it a billion times
and have been quite successful
in getting over you in my mind.
But still couldn’t resist once I saw you again,
sweet and kind—
not to me, but a different person this time.
To manipulate, I said to my heart,
it’s all a facade.
However, that constant backlash won’t just stop,
every time you come closer so that we could talk—
cracking jokes, making me laugh
in those late-night walks.
Now I’m walking in the cold mountains
with my headphones on,
Lana’s songs all along,
while I recollect all the beautiful past
with the only person I had once dreamt to last.
I started in middle school,
A hobby that not very many people thought was cool,
Yet it allowed me say what I couldn’t speak
And has helped me out when times were bleak.
I submitted my first poem through a class,
And waited for the weeks to pass.
I had won the contest,
With a poem of protest.
It was put into a book,
I remember being so excited to look,
And seeing my name on the page.
The people around me saw a talent that would only grow with age.
My aunt bought a bunch of books to give out,
She supported me with all of her heart, I have no doubt.
She was a kind soul,
And for a lot of people, her absence brings a hole
I write this to honor her,
And to remind people that life is a blur
Always cherish the people who helped you get where you are,
Don’t let them grow too far,
Make that call, send that text, keep them in mind,
Before time reminds you that it is not your friend, and it will not be kind
See the ways that make us unhappy, which can lead us to a negative life.
See the ways, that bring us down, to a place that is scary and unkind.
See the ways, that hurt us, that make others follow, and lead to death.
See the ways, that are not good, that make you sick and leave you in a bad spot.
See the path to love, to happiness, that will make you feel loved and supported.
See the path home to God, to all the ways that make you smile and feel glad.
See the sun and the moon, for no one makes you pay for that type of happy feeling.
See the food growing free, and plant more and share it with those in need.
See the green, and make more, for the trees clean our air.
See the good and multiply, all the ways that can make us feel alive and happy.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
They supported the Professors claim, which lacked scientific backing. His peers called him a Quirk, who is maybe a sister. He when asked of space travel and Warp Bubbles, he spoke of its existance, but would not fully speak of the opposition to it's existance.No one wants to be known as the scheme victim, only the mastermind to the scheme seems important.
He then said he refused to be the scapegoat in , when his facts were valid and findings were real. Space travel involved risks and elimination of every space debris was impossible."The creation of an invisible shield was the the right thing to research, the right thing to discover, the right thing to invent and the right thing to use!"
"Upon the shores of mearocrociy meet we stand united in agreement of this one thing!"
Professor Megayate of Lionionious
An Asyeriod in Vacco
Aria Company Number 12/3
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