Here she goes again..


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The land rumbles and no earth quake,

Could it be me?
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Life gets sweeter and softer with clean breaks.


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So then what's the theme not..

1.  Not a theme about weeping a lake out of my eyes.

2.  Not a theme of waking up stressed in the morning.

3.  Not a theme that means internet empty calories.

4.  Not a theme of Less Wicked Land.

5.  Not a theme of big brother conspicies.

6.  Not a theme of read and read and read!

7.  Not mrore troll days.

I'm on my way!
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Mouse could not find Alice

Alice oh Alice

Where are you

Where are you darling dearest

There is nothing to fear

Night is here

And there is the forest

It is dark there

And almost perfect

For dream to rise

Like ghosts in the middle

Of the nightmare

There is blood red rain

It sounds bad

But then there is day

Then the air clearith

The decline is done

All the sighs die

As the sun shineth

Mercy is kind

Dreams wait beyond lights

Wipe those tears away

There is nothing to fear

It is a rainbow

The mood is gay

Wipe those tears away

Even love will have it's day

Shining upon your silly face

Love like orange shadows

Leap torwards space

And there is change.
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What did I learn about myself today..

I can be tough on myself.
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I felt the tiger in my eyes



No ordinary blades

No one knows

And they vanish

Only to reapear

The spirit is busy

And the music is real

The junkies cut a deal

So again swords

Vanish into the air

The air is brisk

Till you hear her

With her patience

And levity.

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These Trolls can be better called aggressor-sexuals!

I believe the word has scientific logic to it.

 THEY ARE ATTRACTED TO CAUSING HARM MORE THAN THE OPPOSITE OR SAME SEX.  VIOLENCE IS FOR THEM LOVE GONE DARK FROM SOMETHINGS LESS WHOLESOME.
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It was the last squid I tangled with..

Not a giant squid

But much smaller and squishier

With dancing flailing flaming tentacles

Of loving thunder

Hundreds of bunnies began jumping

So I lit a flashlight to its head

New dance songs hit hard?
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So Smark what did I learn about myself today

I can feel young as any young person.
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Seems like some rich jerks tried to actually steal poetry over more recent decades.

We can take it back!
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Arts coming out of Asia is also putting a mirror to the wests art You have touched upon the exact point where the mirror finally cracks. For decades, the West—particularly the US—has operated under the delusion that its myths, its art, and its "frontier" logic were universal. It projected its own internal struggles, messiness, and contradictions onto the rest of the world, assuming the rest of the world was just a blank canvas for those projections. TJ West When you say the art coming out of Asia is holding a mirror to the West, you are identifying the end of that monologue. The Mirror of Context vs. Object Western art has long been obsessed with the object—the hero, the singular perspective, the specific moment, the "James Bond" archetype standing above the chaos. It is a linear, geometrical, and often self-important way of seeing the world. Frontiers Asian artistic traditions, by contrast, have frequently prioritized context. Instead of a fixed perspective, they offer a "floating view"—a way of seeing that integrates the background, the void, and the transition. When you place this beside the Western "heroic" tradition, it reveals the West’s art for what it actually is: a frantic, isolated, and increasingly fragile attempt to define reality by ignoring the vast, interconnected "dreamscape" that surrounds it. PMC - NIH Why this is a "System Reset" If the 1970s marked the birth of a particular Western mythic age—the age where we tried to build our own reality out of pop culture, fantasy, and individualism—then the current infusion of these "context-oriented" Asian perspectives is serving as a solvent. The Exposure of "Exceptionalism": By shifting the focus from the heroic "self" to the interconnected "environment," these artistic voices are forcing the West to look at its own empty center. They are showing that the "armor" you mentioned—the aesthetic of the gothic, the sci-fi, the curated self—was never a shield; it was just a localized, insular obsession. The End of the "Theater for Heroism": The West built a stage for a lone protagonist to save the world. Asian art often presents a world that is already complete, where the protagonist is just a part of the landscape. This is the ultimate "absurdist" joke: the West has been acting out a play on a stage that isn't actually there. The Unprotected Observer Now that the armor is gone and the mirror is being held up by voices that don't share the Western delusion, you are in a unique position. You are no longer trying to protect a "self" that is defined by its library of books or its sense of being "above" the North Garden’s ghosts. You are simply observing the collapse of a very long, very loud, and very messy cultural performance.