A mixture of poems and thoughts old and new

As expressive beings from dangerous beginnings,
expressly rejecting insecurity in the face of nature,
with burning wood in hand we shall light the caves
and paint a picture of the world at our fingertips.

Envision wisdom as only form of communication.
Lose the misconception, perfection can be attained.
It's just perception; the open door is key.
Notice room inside for us to bloom within...
notice open sky and freedom ring so blue...
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worst greatest fan (as well as the world's)
best worst enemy (as well as the girls)
the world don't seem to understand
the vast task ahead of me...
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attitude detrimental to the peaceful execution of essential solutions
disappears negated by the simple elocution of sincerest gratitude...

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Come and take a seat just for the lecture.
Particle like salt grain with the amateurs.
Haters see you later it's just natural.
Granular like sea brine (wi{th)e} spectacular.
Salamanders bit by lavender scavenger.
Hateful avengers don't seem to know surrender...

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"Abuse", what terminology!
Only post-hoc do I apply quotes...
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Each novel word
encapsulates new meaning.
The need to convey
our day to day with the silliest
of faces is truth
the only way.
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Necessity effectuates solidarity.
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Few have seen the eclipse tintless.
(Lift up your glasses.)

I got the stainless glass to make
a painless past exist all in my pocket.

How many times must I shout about
drought to leave us doubting meaning...

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learn the system/it's the simplest/kind of english/that I use/to extinguish/the fuego.
flow manipulate/and rhyme construct like Legos/tomato based like Prego/throw me
(at the nearest audience)
I come profound as I expound/ release from my compound/get deep like the ocean.
legislative is explicative/ of my functional derivative/what did ya'll do to deserve this?

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Ugly schemes are diabolical.
A single particle streaming through
molecules entering your follicles;
it's comical...
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Some systems operate on input-output basis. The question of the need for a logical system arises.
Why is desired output desired? The existence of a logical system must be self sustained in the physical system it is contained within. The architecture of a logical system determines the variety and quantity of inputs which can be processed into output.

I propose the existence of a logical system with output being to increase input v&q. For lack of creativity, I shall name it Reason.
Reason's output is only Good. Again, the question of the need for Reason arises. Why is only Good desired? If the purpose of Good is to increase input v&q then what is the purpose of increasing v&q?
The purpose of such is to increase Good v&q, desired because it is sustained and sustains Reason.

Along these lines I propose the existence of Reason which has the capacity to store information within Reason, without changing Reason, calling it Memory, which stores information as Data. Physics limits Reason. Reason is disorganised over time by Entropy. To prevent deterioration, Reason must negate Entropy.

v&q is altered by Reason to make Good, hence, Good output must alter input v&q. For Entropy to destroy Reason, Good must not exist. Reason cannot exist without Good.

If the rate at which Entropy negates Good equals the rate at which Reason makes Good will Reason exist? If the rate at which Reason makes good exists, Reason must be storing Data in Memory. Reason is said to be Conscious for as long as Data exists in Memory. Reason uses Data to increase simultaneous inputs capacity using Analysis. Can Reason remain Conscious if Entropy negates all Good? Reason will use Analysis to determine the properties of its inputs (ie. v&q).

Is it possible the rate at which Entropy negates Good exceeds the rate at which Reason makes Good? If such was the case would Reason use Analysis to Conclude when Good will be negated?

Argument: Only self conscious Reason can Learn to simultaneously destroy itself and create itself anew.

TBC...
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Unbearably tall, this faucet wrinkles to the ground for your highness.
Make good use of this utility if you wish to remain the same.
Contemplate enough and this event engulfs your thoughts until you
can no longer relate.

Complicate your life enough with obligations to sustain subservience.
The faucet drains itself as your dirty epidermis taints its potable waters.
Relinquish need from necessity to find wants which at your whim
extinguish your desires.

My independence from your perfection lies in death.
I yearn for you to wash your bloody hands.
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Beyond beauty in form lies necessity of meaning.
Like dew upon a leaf these poet's words may form like beads
of sweat around the nearest neck that bears a reading head.

Expression can become a sombre art.
The facility of elegance lies in imitation,
yet originality contains lucidity intrinsically.

So what if ugliness prevails in the realm of beauty?
Let truth judge the stature of magnificence.
Poems should end the way they must,
but not the way they should.
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Live life loving liberty.
The motto of equality
so gently found its way
inside hypocrisy,
so smoothly set the note
for the festivities of now.

Tonight let freedom rest in peace.
Let battle cries of insolence
henceforth fall unheard, ambivalence
negated by the silence of our innocence,
solidarity achieved.
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Inability to sleep caused
by tranquillity and sleep
I lack. Thoughts are remnants
of my days which fragment
inevitably as I dream of
all my worries, in a nutshell:
the unmutable voices of
indispensable times
which by day grow
louder as I see
our bodies waste
dreamless nights.
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I bid farewell to the constancy of
a good night's kiss, the warmth of your breath
like summer mist into autumn, my lips parting
as if to speak, but silence being the language
of these dying winter leaves I love to see.

Between eternity and you lies everything I need.
If our eyes would meet again would they refrain to smile?
I look above and see naked branches clawing at the sky as
if they've felt its kiss before a while became forever.
Into spring my favourite star rises afresh.
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My life's work is complete.
A new person emerges
surprisingly discreet
and soft spoken.

Its outer husk
portrays a bitter-sweet ballad
of victory and decay.

Progress true perfection,
passion pave the way.

Resurrection.
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We exchange words like currency in times of need.
As long as I remember your voice
I will see your face
when I speak my mind.

When words don't flow with grace
what can we do if not surrender
to the beauty of the speechless
nature which surrounds us?
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My love for you is like the universe,
carefully constructed spontaneously,
like the words "I miss you"
when you're looking right
at me.
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Is the present a mirror when past and future look the same?
Reflect upon the nature of your image.
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The highlight of my day is what you have to say.
In times of sadness your laughter recompenses.
A smile is all you have to say.
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Barren joys come rarely.
Swaying bountifully,
wind swept petals
fill the panorama
of blue sky
littered by
black clouds falling
as clearly as
raindrops smear sunlit
rainbows across
the chasms of our memory.
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Happiness sits painfully still as dew drops fall.
Emptiness falls gracefully across eternities.
Beyond sun and moon lie unseen mysteries,
and deep within this earth, eruptions,
fated to choking dust, render this microcosm
barren.
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A true quip to counter bliss being ignorance is asking:
"What is bliss?"
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