Tradeoff Poems - Poems about Tradeoff

...Appearance reality their differences hide Within the perception that judgment abides If once crossing over there’s no going back The tradeoff complete their identity — hacked (Dr......

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...He's the classic busiest bummed bee, Work members close enough not to swallow, Some business pursues far from his body, Their thoughts cease, naught his, she always, follow. She soar the skies ......

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...The distress... fatigue, combined with restlessness, tossing, and turning. Assuming I possess more energy than I truly do because what is worse, exhausting oneself or lying there, depleted? Many of u......

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...Darwin's animal is writing poetry, Nietzsche's Ubermensch is learning idolatry. Cockroach won't leave early, He will wait for the bread crumbs dearly. The embezzler is talking riches, His ni......

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...Left. Plans left unfinished Give too much say too much Words filled with meaning Maybe too much Maybe too heavy Maybe too repetitive Spilled Scattered And washed like rainwater down d......

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...Like in a dungeon we live, Full of dissatisfaction and high charges of stuff With no sign of reduction but expansion As if we were victims of famine In a famished land. The rainbows of intercess......

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...Then she had it all now she walks alone having since traded all treasured vows Stumbling badly on things gone wrong ailing in grievance, " indelible thoughts" Faded yesteryears filled with ......

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...Competing infinities, which one to choose Existential polarities, exchanging their views Superpositioned, anthropic in scope The tradeoff endemic, whose difference elopes Twin paralle......

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...I was perfectly happy, a singular chime I was perfectly happy, alone in my mind I was perfectly happy, my world underscored I was perfectly happy, my feelings secure I was perfectly h......

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...It was not the first time, nor would it be the last, but who's elated about greeting thorns when picking roses from a bush or picking lemons fro......

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...What if you were born in the 1800's? What if your nose was triangular? What if your skin color were 3 shades of bronze, brown or black ......

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... I and I be a hard working man Laying de bricks by day, and collecting de cab fare by night Gon save enough money, mon buy me a beautiful trophy wife Don't git me wrong now, ain't talk......

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...My ancestors had years of struggle Trying to blend into their masters ideas And to secure a slot in masters good books They fought hard to disown who they are Just to prove themselves worthy Of ......

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...stretching taut in summersault bending over the back bends the ends of the middle at the middle of the end blinded blinders - the two-timers left just right the hill climbers seen clear as a piece ......

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