Spacemeat. The light cone enfolds the individual effectually creating a ghost through geometric topology. The negative of the person, the "ghost" is a result of the lensing of the original person's light cone interacting with a tertiary lightcone that predicates it's future on the subsequent intermingling of the light cones. The result is essentially apodictic insofar as the consequential nature of the topological result is the determinant by which the conclusion from the incipient portion of the status aforementioned is solidified. Spacemeat.
Retrieved, can it be
And has it been
Each vestige of, scrolled and stoned
A goddess queen.
But not that enfleshed
Myth with a blush.
Men, a soft eve walked among;
Neath a palm lush.
Lousy cruise is finally over.
We didn't visit a single freakin' island.
Should have gone Peak Season.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
POTD November 19, 2025
It is finally time to talk about the wee dance
A dance exhibited throughout the ages
By humans from all walks of life
At any time and in many places
Now, children love the wee dance
Legs crossed tightly, body jiggling about
Left going to the toilet last minute
The child yelling “ the wee is coming out”
Hearty laughter can bring on the wee dance
Legs crossed tightly, body jiggling about
“Stop….Im going to wet myself” heard during times of uncontrollable laughter
Some doing the deed….no doubt!
The wee dance does not discriminate
It can happen to you or me
The only requirement needed
Is a bladder full of wee ….
The irresistible force removed the object
the unmovable slave trade always a profit
always forever a normalised project
so why would Britannia be willing to stop it
why would you pay just to give them away
purchase the product to cease without pay
for the sake of a debt that centuries stay
for no return no gain but to change the day
freedom is freedom through miracle alone
it came from nowhere and was the unknown
take it for granted and still those would own
how unlikely the ending that we have all known
One power, would be, one historically,
if not for Britain ruling the sea,
the way of the human, still slavery,
no other power ever set us free!
Do not memorize the words I whisper about thee in this dreamy life.
I have all the traps to combat these bad habits, they stop me from living this life inside my head.
Tired of running to corners to cover up the bleeding story of love and solitude.
The cursed names were part of my tiny past worlds. Now, aiding me to enter the state of intoxication.
In the darkness we lay down our foundation of living spilling out all the surreal truths and thoughts about living.
-ATOM
Flow throughout space and time
By Michelle Morris
19/02/2024
A soft breeze through the window flows
Birdsong carried from skies unknown
Sunset hues bring closure to the day
Remember you got through it, come what may
Moments calm and moments peaceful
Focused on all the good within our reach
Flow as one with the Divine
Flow throughout space and time
© Michelle Morris, 2024
May, the Love of God
Come alive flowing
from soul to soul
surrounding one of
God's presence, in ones midst
Indwelling Spirit of God's temple
Not made with hands
But by throwing up hands
To surrender to God's guidance
That was sent through Christ
Drawing together the
Children of the Living God
One God, One Shepherd, One Flock,
in Unity that God
Sent His Son that we might
become created unto His likeness
The art gallery and the city of Mymensingh, a precious memory
Where a river bent, a balcony view, the Brahmaputra, Brahma's Putra!
where a narrow lane, every afternoon, and lushing colors too! they say,
Eucalyptus tree, and her thick and thin, a cinnamon and then, today!
Life never knew visa and H and other kind, letterhead, then,
Pencils and of different shades these are, and a terracotta vase and a garden.
If you shiver there, today, still it is nothing of that big one, an uneven texture.
though!
a little fist, and a gentle stroke on a little palm, and an eternal bliss
a carved and a curvature, where time decided before any more succinct,
Recess!
Been walking down this road called life
Making my way through the strife
Keeping myself growing
All the time life had a way of showing
I will make it to the end
My own affairs I tend
With the angels I shall talk
Through time I did walk
Heard the angles call my name
Lifting me above self blame
Nothing remains the same
Come and fly with me
Wonder what we shall see
When the angels call on you
Is your heart true
Bringing yourself beyond what you've been through
Beyond the tears in your eyes
Beyond the clear blue skies
Lift myself from all the pain
Cleansing my heartfelt stain
Coming in from the rain
I see so much
The angels loving touch
I heard them call my name
Seems I made it through all the rain
Life doesn't look the same
I look inside my heart
Love has always been a part
When that angel call on you
No matter what you've been through
Your heart must be true
Strength to make it to the end
No matter what life shall send
She claims that when she was a child,
all that she craved mocked and beguiled.
The cool kids wouldn't play with her;
the others--she did not prefer.
In school and college, praise she'd earned
all went to others; she was spurned.
Then working days were just as grim.
Her chances to excel were slim.
The higher-ups all failed to see
how great an asset she could be.
Her colleagues' efforts to befriend
fell short, and she would never bend.
Her love relationships went sour,
each leaving her depressed and dour.
She hoped in her retirement years
that friendship would assuage her fears.
As time wore on, no neighbors came.
She cries and feels they are to blame.
This gray-haired hermit sits and groans.
"The world defeated me," she moans.
May 11, 2023
Contest Name: Anatomy of Melancholy
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
In between my drapes
my eye out the window
I guess I witness
the moonshine it's 11:00 p.m.
and as I sit in my living room
I look with mine eye and I see
the moonshine as I gaze
lunar shines
9/17/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Throughout and over a period
of time
Our numbers may
have been cut taken and dwindled
Yet thankfully love increases
exponentialy upon every anniversary
We light a candle in your honour
As each year in passing is greeted with
and met with a new found deeper sense
of respect and loss
Never again will your voice to be heard
nor facial expression be seen
And still and though the pain remains
and grows ever steadily
If i close my eye's to dream of you
once more again i am finally
at one again with thee
And my tears are drowned out
only to become a distant memory
From John Paul Jones, and days of old. To Mel Gibson, on the silver screen. What do patriots have in common, with each other.They choose to subjugate part of their lives and being, in their belief it is necessary to save the nation.What other motivation could justify the actions, of leaving family and friends to carry out the quest. Hoping their example will energize the rest. To be at the top of their game, ignoring the superficial. All areas, personal, and radar in sync. Not the weak link.To see in time the incoming threat. Not playing tag and hide and seek, with an ally not really so meek.
I love you as freely as the wind blows.
I love you as much as God's heavenly
Rainbows. I love you as much as the
Earth's greenest grass grows.
I love you with an everlasting love.
I freely love you as I do the Holy
Sprite's white doves of peace
And tranquility,
I love you and wish for the
Sea of Tranquility. I love so
Much as you walk besides
Me on the white sandy shores.
I love how you take me by
My hand. And lead and guide
Me into your heavenly promise
Land!
I will love you throughout the
Vast eons of time. I daily
Praise the Lord you are everlasting
Really mine. I will praise and
I will honor you with my psalms
Of love and devotion.
I love you and someday I shall behold
Your face and I will forget my disgrace.
My sins have vanished with the wind.
Never to be remember no more!
I will spend all of eternity in
Your awesome holy presence!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
May 30, 2020
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