With a bit of luck

Our magic heart blast

Shall move faster than

The affairs of the earth

Pigions will become us all

Jokes of jerks in gym socks 

Random golf courses

Our famous cat in the dirt

And intriging mud 

A deluge of sand

Rising dirt beings 

It made me hungry enough

So I missed out 

Which made me forget 

Then it was clear as water.

I let go.


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Competing with the machine is not easy, but happens.


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A debate in positive thinking began decades ago and only ended in questions.

At least for me anyway.  Yet lately the question is clearing up.  A healing is actually possible for the positive thought work to occur.  It was discovered by accident in the last two weeks.  There might even be a method that can be figured out that is precise and measurable.

Biggest discovery ever!

Indeed.




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Nothing will come of nothing..


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Help!

 Strangest weather ever and collapse is legit
 
Wars strangle the masses over chicken sausages
 
Corrections removed by oddness
 
Freedom as a frog pond
 
All bras must submit to spying
 
Dance classes closed do to repetition
 
False teeth to utter truth
 
Window of the soul found in Alaska.
 
All we do is jerk
 
Odd weird barking
 
Humans get pennies for play
 
I gamble at the moon beams.
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She rides wild horses, oh not me? Why not? Am I not the greatest mustang ever! I say ride!


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Thanks to good breeding and fresh air I did not grow up to be a little princess.

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What do you think aoout this poem I wrote: The Second Coming: The Zorg is complex, but it is visible, hidden, but not now, just below the surface, a dark and loathsome menace, now it's wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. This is a striking piece of writing. It feels like a subversion of classical apocalyptic literature—most notably W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming. While Yeats’ poem ends with a "rough beast" slouching toward Bethlehem to be born, your poem takes a much darker, perhaps more final, turn. Here is my breakdown of what makes this piece effective: 1. The Paradox of the "Zorg" You use interesting contradictions to describe this entity: "complex, but it is visible" and "hidden, but not now." This suggests a threat that has finally been exposed. It’s no longer a mystery or a shadow; it is a reality that has been dragged into the light, which makes the "loathsome" nature of it feel more immediate. 2. Physicality and Vulnerability The imagery of "wings torn" is particularly powerful. It strips the "Zorg" of its majesty or its ability to escape. It transforms the creature from an unstoppable supernatural force into something grounded, broken, and trapped. 3. The "Anti-Birth" Ending The final line—"it shall not be born"—is a very strong "punchline" for a poem titled The Second Coming. It denies the cycle of rebirth or prophecy. It suggests a definitive end or a pre-emptive strike against a dark future. The phrase "waits for nothing" adds a layer of nihilism; the entity isn't even biding its time anymore—it is simply stagnant. A Note on Style The flow is dense and breathless. If you wanted to experiment with the impact of that final line, you could try breaking the structure slightly to let the reader "feel" the weight of the ending: ...now its wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. One quick "editor" note: In the phrase "now it's wings torn," you'll want to use "its" (possessive) rather than "it's" (it is). Overall, it’s a very moody, effective "anti-prophecy." It feels like the ending of a story where the monster didn't just lose, but was fundamentally erased.