Strange, arriving here
The birthplace of thought
All movement ceased
Feeling, nonexistent
How does one live
....I can't be here
how do I leave
Like an abused child
Whose soul has retreated
All humanity encased
In a flat affect
No seeing in, no going out
...just safety
my soul cries to leave
The body continues
To grow into adult form
Without knowledge
Without present consent
Like a plane on auto pilot
...flying high
my soul MUST leave
...Ground Zero
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-16-2026
I wish to become you.
The simplicity within zero,
The complexity within one.
Yet, all these things gathering together,
Became a single blade of grass.
We cannot carelessly choose zero,
Nor can we have one chosen at our own will.
Remember!
We! When we are driving,
We drive with zero,
But with one, the car behind us
Slams on the brakes belatedly as 0011.
This, precisely, is the voice of the blade of grass
Greeting the wind as a friend.
Time is a zero-sum game.
The way that you spend it
Determines your gain.
Though you might also lose.
It’s your fortune to choose.
Time is a zero-sum game.
Time is the blink of an eye.
You’ve just said, hello,
And you’re hearing, goodbye.
It’s like grasping at sand.
It just slips through your hand.
Time is the blink of an eye.
Time is a wrinkle in space.
Each moment made clear
By the lines on your face.
Only one rule holds firm;
We’re all food for the worm.
Time is a wrinkle in space.
If today I had a rocket ship
I would blast off to Jupiter and Saturn
but writing a poem about my journey in deep space
will not be an easy one for me
because my pen and paper will be too busy
floating away from me in zero gravity
.
there'z only
learn share
then
if'n yuh care
I will show you what the F B I have now informed officially to everybody.!
The survivors unredacted life details
Those make this writes title, is that all? You May well ask of me.? There is more to
The point i raise.' If that is the situation?
How many then are the affected
humans in real
Total.? In this botched investigation? It must be very, very many.'l? And the bureau
Confirms they are ( indeed survivours ) if
So from what? and therefore whom? You
Know I beleive there has been connivance'
That their has been procedure unfair.' A
Reluctance; to bring the law to bear' though perpetrators were reported.'
To skullduggery some officials have resorted.' Unlawfull and mal-feac-iously so
I call for redress also, now immiediatley so!)
I tell my wife’s choice of spouse is fine,
She feels as if she is on cloud nine.
I tell I’m a zero in this art,
She thinks she’s so smart ~
A wife so benign!
There's nothing I can write
won't be misunderstood
won't be misread
won't be misconstrued
nothing I can scribe
won't be misinterpreted
and nothing I can pen
won't be pooh-poohed.
'Write what you know,'
Mark Twain proposed,
or so
his saying goes
and,
as of the reader I know nothing
nor what the reader knows,
if
I'm not mistaken,
from now on
with such wisdom,
call it 'insight',
when I think of, 'Nothing,'
for the foresaid reader,
'Nothing,' I shall write.
Zero is One, One is Two, Two is Four.
As in Platonic solids, there is no One or Two.
If Zero is void and Four is a cube.
If Zero is a circle and Four is a square.
If unity is the glue that connects Zero to Four.
Zero won Two.
One too Four.
The pyramid is absolved from this group.
The triangle is absolved from this group.
Two dot form a line, not knowing the pleasure of a absolved triangle.
Where’s zero? Really. Where is it?
If there are, and I mean that if. If there are any positive “numbers.” Where are the negative “numbers?”
The quotes are for another day.
But numbers refer to “points” of an infinity. There are no numbers in infinity, not even a “one” or a “zero.”
What!?! How can we measure anything, including “time?” There I go again, with the quotes.
From what exemplars can anything be “measured,” gotcha.
Where would we be without water? There goes the metric system. Where would we be without ammonite fossils? There goes a stone weight.
Without dried barley grains, well, there goes the inch.
It has been said, and mathematically proven, that all is “one.”
What if there is no “one?”
Well,
Everything just is.
We just is.
Does that sound familiar to anyone?
"I am that I am." Exodus 3:14
The crew waved their goodbyes
assumed their positions
their space-ship was cleared to go
the countdown reached zero
there could be a new hero ~
Would the media let people know
A child still waits where rivers dry
his ribs a map of silent screams
his eyes hold more than the pain of hunger
they hold the death of simple dreams.
We preach of change, yet waste our crumbs
we build our wealth on others’ pain
forgetting food is more than meal
it is the right to live again.
If every hand could lift one bowl
if every heart could feel this cry
then hunger would become a tale
not truth beneath an empty sky.
So feed the world, not just with bread
but with compassion’s endless fire
for hunger ends the day we choose
to make our care the world’s desire.
Before the term was ever coined
I was a past master at ‘zero-sum games’
Which explains my success
with all those unliberated dames*
_________________________________________________
*Note to the Curious: And if you're on board
with this, I do have a special on ocean-front
properties in Florida this month. ~ Mud-Slide
Real Estate (Our motto: 'Here's mud in your
eye -- and your nose and your throat. and
your lungs, and really just about everywhere.')
The heart feels cold as the storms come in to add to the ice
The winds of change are coming in like a cold fire
What are these storms as they have come in like agents of Vice
Are these people trying to set my heart on a pyre
My hands are only warm when I leave the chamber of the dark
Coen once asked about the bells ringing
How it makes me feel the joy of a Meadowlark
As I see her face and keep singing
In the freezer I feel the calm energy of the cold breeze
Without you I feel the winds of ice being in the spirit
Maybe this time my heart will not succumb to the freeze.
It is the Spirit!
My heart feels cold as ice and hot as hell
You have brought my heart into warmth my beautiful Bell
Word Problem:
What is the political
and economic
and moral difference
between a -1 communist concentration camp
and a +1 capitalist detention camp?
Hint:
Probably the same Christian taxpayer difference
between
-0 (emptiness):
SUBTRACT empowering hope
for a healthy democracy,
Red and Yellow
Black and White
they are precious
in His sight
and
+0 (fullness):
ADD disempowering despair
of stealthy stupid kleptocracy,
pitching Red against Yellow
Black against White
liberal SkyBlue anthropocentric dreams
against conservational EarthGreen realities
Economically unsafe
and politically unhealthy
MotherEarth
laid to waste,
dark stark global disrepair.
Capitalist detention camp distinctions
without communist concentration camp differences
DeGenerative World Problem UnSolution:
a +1 v -1 Total-itarian risk.
ReGenerative Word Problem ReSolution:
a Win/Win +0 and -0 CoBinary
Making Earth Great Again
healthy democratic CoIntelligent
ecological-economic opportunity.
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