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Old December 25th, 2017, 11:31 AM   #51
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Your avatar looks like a black hole surrounded by an event horizon. The event horizon will not be realized until next year because of the radio telescope in Antarctica was late by six months due to inclement weather. The event horizon telescope is the diameter of Earth and looking at Sagittarius A which is 26,000 light years away with 4 million solar mass and at the center of the Milky Way. Stephen Hawking sitting is on pens and needles wanting to see if Hawking Radiation is fake and Einstein is rolling is his grave.
It's actually a painting by William Blake. I'm not sure what it is or what he meant when he painted it, but it is awfully interesting, isn't it?
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Old January 1st, 2018, 07:01 PM   #52
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For the love of my life. I'm sorry.

Here I am, just standing in the rain
Got a lot of thoughts on my brain
Where do we go from here?
Nothing seems quite clear
I feel so lost
And I gotta drown the pain
So pass me the bottle
A joint and maybe a shot will do
Can I see you again?
Can I feel you again?
Do you miss us too?

Do you remember when
We first held hands on the
Jungle gym late at night?
Do you remember when
We first kissed out on
Your friend’s driveway?
Oh how the years have flown
And my how so far we’ve grown
Can I see you again?
Can I feel you again?
Do you miss us too?

Maybe they’ll come a day
When we can find a way
To make it work again
But until that day does come
I’ll sit right here on the floor
And wait for you to open the door
Can I see you again?
Can I feel you again?
Do you miss us too?
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Old January 3rd, 2018, 09:53 AM   #53
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For the love of my life. I'm sorry.

Here I am, just standing in the rain
Got a lot of thoughts on my brain
Where do we go from here?
Nothing seems quite clear
I feel so lost
And I gotta drown the pain
So pass me the bottle
A joint and maybe a shot will do
Can I see you again?
Can I feel you again?
Do you miss us too?

Do you remember when
We first held hands on the
Jungle gym late at night?
Do you remember when
We first kissed out on
Your friendís driveway?
Oh how the years have flown
And my how so far weíve grown
Can I see you again?
Can I feel you again?
Do you miss us too?

Maybe theyíll come a day
When we can find a way
To make it work again
But until that day does come
Iíll sit right here on the floor
And wait for you to open the door
Can I see you again?
Can I feel you again?
Do you miss us too?
Haunting refrain. I read it to my wife who handles the Literary Department in our home.

She loved it. So do I.
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Old January 3rd, 2018, 10:18 AM   #54
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Haunting refrain. I read it to my wife who handles the Literary Department in our home.

She loved it. So do I.
Thank you so much. Pass along my appreciation to your wife.

Here's another poem. I wrote this today. The opening line was written on the board in class and I felt inspired:

Ice cream tastes as delicious as cake
Tastes so sweet and itís easy to bake
Two birds fly into the room
Blue clouds push away the gloom
Imagine walking high on that wire
Imagine getting awfully higher
Spinning crown, circling down
Waving my arms all around
Screaming ďCanít you hear me?Ē

The bridge of sighs, just a pie in the sky
No time to chastise, gotta get that prize.
Robots running a thousand miles a minute
Is there any hope that we can win it?
Throw it to the wind, forget yourself
Donít forget to say farewell as Iím
Waving my arms all around
Screaming ďCanít you see me?Ē

I scream and I plead and Iím calling
Iím frantic and I feel like Iím falling
Whereís lies the tipping point?
Iím so very sorry to disappoint
I just canít seem to get it right
Give me a chance, Iíll try it tonight
And maybe we can make it work as Iím
Waving my arms all around
Screaming ďCanít you touch me?Ē
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Old January 5th, 2018, 12:42 PM   #55
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Here's some prose for you gentlefolk. I call it "The Perfumed Garden."

It seemed the light in her eyes had penetrated Jim's darkness on the other side of the wall. Captive inside the prison of his own construction, he dug deep within himself to find what could drive dark and gloomy clouds away, and to once more bask in the sunshine. At once, he found himself standing with his back against the wall in a murky garden. The fog, a strange color of green and grey, hung heavy in the air. A peculiar scent emanated across the yard, oddly like perfume. Jim felt oddly at ease; the place felt homely and very comforting. As he walked through the overgrown webs of thorny bushes and thickets, long grown from their original configuration by decades of ill maintenance, he felt eyes watching him from the sky. Looking up, he could only see a yellowy bright light piercing through the grey clouds. Pressing forth, he walked towards an antiquated red brick house attached to the garden. Vines shot up along the sides, climbing up towards sunlight that seemed scant and ill-present. Ripping through the veils of green, Jim reached his arm towards the ancient door and twisted the golden knob, shiny as if it had been waxed that morning.

Jim found himself in the cigar lounge of the abandoned estate, surrounded by colorful characters with exaggerated facial features. A man with an abnormally elongated beak and a waxed bald head puffed clouds on a pipe, leaning back on a chair that seemed to blend with himself. The border between the disproportionate person and the patterned lounge chair seemed to be indistinguishable. Ladies with legs that curved upwards into hunched backs and faces turned devilish with powder and glam smiled teethfully towards him, but it only served to repulse Jim. In the background, a band droned on the same note in a never-ending cycle. It grew nauseating and he tried to open the door that he had come in with. It initially refused to open, and growing anxious, Jim pounded furiously against the door. His fists crashed against the antique wood. The party continued behind him.
As he barraged the door with clenched iron hands, the door opened with ease. Instead of opening to the perfumed garden, but rather it was a bedroom in a studio apartment. He walked out into this projection and was suddenly taken aback by the rush of memories from a time long ago. Jim walked towards the window and peered down into the street below. Clowns with flowing long hair and dressing room faces sauntered, going to-and-fro with their dismally grey leatherback companions in their button-down disguises and shuttered eyes. Feeling a presence behind him, he turned and he could see her at last. The one he wanted. The one he needed.

ďIÖĒ

ďDid you think itíd be this easy?Ē

ďWhatÖ?Ē

ďDid you understand, or was it all in vain?Ē

ďI donít follow...?Ē

She smiled coyly and stepped back onto a raised platform on the stairs. ďItís how the world turns my dearÖĒ She laughed as the platform continued to raise her up, as fog spread throughout the room. Jim edged his way backwards, treading his feet carefully as the gas began to fill the room. Jim felt his footing slip over the leading edge and he fell in reverse towards the pavement below. Flipping over midflight, he saw the pavement mutate into a scene of the wilderness, the buildings changing into canyons and the roads turning into rivers. He flew himself, gliding as if he had wings, to a large hill and landed feet-first ontop of it. Barren, it was surrounded by a wild forest, rushing with nature. Peaks of mountains stuck up amongst green oceans. He shielded his eyes with his hand, and searched the skies for sights of life. He searched for what could have been, and what might have been. A bright light engulfed him, as if he stared directly into the beating sun, and he was overcome with a sudden flood of emotions, as if a dam had broken inside of him. His vision was filled with sights of half-remembered days. He could remember everything, every triumph and every mistake, every attempt and every failure, every moment of bliss and every occasion of pain, as if every connection in his brain fired at once. Suddenly everything became so clear, and it was so easy. The answer was right in front of him! How could it have been so hard? It was obvious! It was so damned obvious!

He opened his eyes as the moment of clarity faded, reaching his hand out in the darkness to see if she was still there, and he could felt her warm skin in the morning air.
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Old January 10th, 2018, 09:09 AM   #56
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What did you do?
Did you know there’d be no clues?
Did you expect to find yourself
Rowing on the stream?
Where will you be
When you set out across the sea?
Did you find what you were looking for
Floating in a dream?

The rivers of gold flow
Into the endless night…

I feel so afraid! I’m so alone!
I want to go home!
But where is my place in space?
Can’t you see the look on my face?
Please help me…

The power of thoughts
Overwhelming my mind so lost
Reach into my mind and you
May find something so new
What will you do?
Will you come out to find me?
Or will you just abandon and leave me
Floating in a dream?

The rivers of gold flow
Into the endless night…

I feel so afraid! I’m so alone!
I want to go home!
But where is my place in space?
Can’t you see the look on my face?
Please help me…
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Old January 10th, 2018, 09:30 AM   #57
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Another word-salad poem:

Awareness
Mind mess
Must protest
Put it to rest
Am I all that’s left?
Reading like a sad song
Can’t seem to belong
Why’s it feel so wrong?
It was this way all along
I don’t feel very strong
Weakness increasing
Relentless unceasing
Unbelieving deceiving
Stop me from needing
You to be there with me
I can’t seem to be here
It feels so weird
Didn’t you hear?
So let out a cheer!
And I’ll give you an ear
My dear
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Old January 10th, 2018, 09:46 AM   #58
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Another word-salad poem:

Awareness
Mind mess
Must protest
Put it to rest
Am I all thatís left?
Reading like a sad song
Canít seem to belong
Whyís it feel so wrong?
It was this way all along
I donít feel very strong
Weakness increasing
Relentless unceasing
Unbelieving deceiving
Stop me from needing
You to be there with me
I canít seem to be here
It feels so weird
Didnít you hear?
So let out a cheer!
And Iíll give you an ear
My dear
It may be word salad, but it screams the unease of late adolescence.

Sorry I haven't been holding up my end. My latest:

Look me in the eye
Look deep, can you see?
Can you see the sky?
In my eye?
Please come walk with me....

Blue-purple dome
penetrated me.
with the way it could be
O lord set us free.

Endless debates
over black and white
You gotta be right.
Gotta shine the pure light.
When in reality, itís only grays
over which we fight.

Cause, what I call white
you call black, while
what I call black
you call white
on and on we go
and even though weíre both wrong,
still ainít no end in sight.

So, look me in the eye.
we'll look for the sky
in each other's eyes.
Look deep, can you see?
The sky in my eye?
Please come walk with me....
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Old January 11th, 2018, 05:07 AM   #59
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Peaking through the clouds
A bright shimmering sign of life
Breaking into the sky
Blue beams of aquamarine shine

On a red brick path stands the
Defiant guardsman sure in his step
Walking up and down the promenade he
Boldly reaches for his gun, pointing it
Towards an unfortunate soul, gets lit
And crumples to the ground.

Falling down to the ground
Echoes ripple off the coil
Hitting down the earth
Death being just another birth

Panic induces setting in as
He runs and runs down the aisles
Corridors and mazes block his way
Heading down the leading edge, come way may
Panting his heart beat increases
His mind is unweaving

Black shoes hitting the tarmac
Vibration shockwaves off the ground
His eyes dart back and forth
As he heads running to the North

He’s out! He’s out! He’s out!
Can’t keep him from what he’s all about!
All you can do is wave your arms and shout!
You gotta see him! He’s one of a kind!
We’ve got just the same mind!
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Old January 12th, 2018, 09:11 AM   #60
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I’m swaying in the breeze
Like a tree without roots
It’s on days like these
That I like to let loose

I’m falling in the air
Cutting through like a stone
So please don’t say a prayer
I’m not the man you’ve known

So please try to understand
This didn’t go as I planned
Will you still let me play in the band?
Will you still let me come home?
The walls are closing in on me

Doors shutting before my eyes
Please, please, let me be free
Please let me take off this disguise

Slipping down the mountain
I’m tumbling, calling out to you
Take me to the mystical fountain
of truth for the life you once knew

So please try to understand
This didn’t go as I planned
Will you still let me play in the band?
Will you still let me come home?
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