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The Tide Formed My Pool When the tide wash in from billions of kilometers away. I found myself tossed within the mirth. And within this stirred up sentiment. In the rubbish and the forgotten. I became my new reality. The one of prosperity and r eal economic growth. As best described by the social commentators of the day. Despite the widening gap that separates the haves and have nots. And the separatists and the terrorists. And the defenders of old orders and wants of youth. And the arguments that form the threats of war My new found contentment places me. Within the data of acceptable trends. Within what is normal for my age. My gender. My genetical heritage. Then as forecasted, the tide seeped out. And so began the new realities and our new stories that had to be acquired. Just look at me, as I shine under the cyclical moonlight. As now in true fullness, I bloom and reflect calm beauty. In stillness and patience, I make little comment. I shingl...

Hole in the Wall: Pool Time I wanted to fly to another planet, but I first built this swimming pool. My dreams just started getting away from me, and then I let them go. In the heat of the day, I plunge into my pool. My refreshing water. I own it. I work for it. When I'm tired of my thoughts I submerge into it. When I'm confused and in panic, I fall gently into it. I emerge feeling invigorated and comforted. Continuation seems so easy once and only after submerging in my cool clear water. My dreams to transform my life never eventuated. I knew it once, when  I was promised myself to achieve. I could aspire. You never fail when you attempt to chase. Somewhere I needed to reconcile between the obtainable haves and impossible wants. Have I succumbed to failed by fabricating my mediocrity prison of pleasure? Am I floating in falsehood Am I wallowing in water of hindrance? I built and tender to this my own 3-meter submersion of comfort. In my moment before...

Hole in the Wall: Moon over Desert Within solitude, there is self-beauty to be discovered. Engage silence and dismiss the want to share. And dismiss the necessity to be liked. And love the abstract of your abyss. Be satisfied by the soiling and scratching of time. Whilst crawling and scampering throughout. The same mistakes. The same divisions. The same crisis. When secrets have long passed their importance. And the desert sea shimmers under full moon. Recognise that glorious intent is cyclical. Without thought and without hoopla grasp this intent. Without the need. Without the seeing. What is fully understood is quickly dismissed. Your story has the greater impact. Your synthesis of fact diminishes being. Nothing will hurt you in your solitude. Within cyclic patterns enable the time to feel your situation. What is in determinism. As an insect in forrige. And thankful for the ambient light. The casting your domain is difficult to define. Let in the univ...

Godin Chat Make your story live and cherish every single scene. Connect to the grid and revolutionize yourself. You can shout from the tallest building. Shop in the deepest arcade. Eat within the most crowded cafe. This is your time,  be heard and seen. Within the scope, we all live within a shadow of revision. Find the noisy space between the shadows. Don't remain silent. Rejoice and celebrate your life amongst others. As the sun rises. And as the sun sets.

Across the scrub and through the winter's cold. Through the wind tunnels of our cities we go. Foraging forward to the promises of a warm embrace. Then when it appears safe to count. The whispers from our night mind contorts order of event. Of what was never to be considered or to be questioned. What is termed as to be expected? Is not present in refraction, glimmer and enticement. Until the realization when all should be questioned and disorientated. What turns our attention is not what we seem. As we are desperately unhinged from the stories of heritage. And so it continues this paradox of acceptance and distraction. We do not want to be seen through distraction. However, as the light changes and the whispers entice our attention. The management of knowing seeps through our figures. Go to sleep and pass through pulsating dreams. Wake afresh with new realizations. It is in unconsciousness we make sense.

And here we think we stand. Alone and wanting for eternal love. We never fully trust research data. We are fully engineered to trust ourselves and follow gut reactions. So stand for with me in motion and deny the silence. There is a probability we can enter into new realities. Scratch this fabric until it bleeds. Spend time gazing into your own abyss. Stand with me as we defy our controlled order. How simple it is to watch time erode our constructed barriers. Our personal walls can be treasured only once poised as in-ruin. Then we can enjoy scampering over our past efforts. Whilst trying to remember the gems from our once greatness.

GODin Pot In our time of relative peace, there are those who will forthrightly blame others to gain ascension. They seek revenge through blinded principles. But it is foolish for our society to gain prosperity from grounds of wrong. To gain via perceive threats is untenable. Centuries of thought have passed and still our want to employ hate lingers. That is, to stop others and to gain our wants through forced misfortune. And as our inflictions grow in number so does our determination. Us theirs and ours cannot be decisively contained. The more our empowered profiles gain clarity the less our perceived enemy is defined. Until our enemy has no humanity that we can describe. Until only shouts of evil and defiance describe only our state of understanding. Within this scenario of threat, our real purpose is deliberately camouflaged. And us we and they can no-longer see and or remember what was. This is how our leading few maintains normalization. Sc...