People who are good at greeting others
greet others first
Survival strategy
There are no weapons in their hands
To shake hands
there must be nothing in their hands

A person who greets well
kneels down and places their elbows
on their knees
They accept attacks
and express humility and obedience

A person who greets well
bows their waist
and exposes their vulnerable back
Thus, they gain wisdom
and lose danger.

Mockingbird, your twisted song
Of love, and dance, and mirth
Tinge my scarlet heart with white
And give my soul rebirth
Rest my mind with naive dreams
Give me once a cotton bed
Tell me of my unlit means
And rob me of my dread.
Once your song has finished fast
Leave me on my own.
Give me hope of death at last.
And so my fate be sewn.

The wounded CDC buildings, riddled with bullet holes, still stand tall,
More than bricks and glass, they symbolize well-being for us all.
They represent the gold standard—a fusion of science and art,
Safeguarding health and safety, even when resources are taken apart.
To grasp what it truly means to wear a CDC badge,
Serving and protecting, with honor, that's our pledge.
We stood firm, shouldering the increasing weight,
Guarding the safety and well-being of the nation's health.
If breaking the spirit of dedicated workers wasn't enough hurt,
Showering the daycare and workplace with bullets is a punch in the gut.
Our health and well-being represent the most excellent form of wealth,
Yet, the odds of survival are diminishing for the American public's health.
Will this harm everyday people, losing the best in health protection?
They will soon feel the impact, but it may be too late for redirection.

Inside of, before we get old
There isn't a delicate way two fold
On the corner nearly a weak
Worth less than off my feet
Just often enough to hold
Backs of bolder than, no
In and out you traded in
Condone going out whim

Are you hear in why we split
The deepest pains are heavens miss
The days not spent under June
Making out like watching Sue
In where you won't say
Coming at you every, fray'd
Endings inside no way to climb
Piano toes blinding sighs

Who or when you did it right
Miss be four then me
Limbs I wouldn't greave
Now he's back against
Two new packs of heels in print?

3 two to bring me my solo

Mistreat rogan the revelation
Soo wee delivern pip

Reliant out my lights
Newpiter, on to your studio

Galactic cause

Two   the word we use,  
As if life were a coin,  
Each side opposing:  
One, a dream; the other, silence.  

We call Death the thief of goals,  
The end that never asks,  
But why should it?  
When even Life, its brother,  
Arrives without permission,  
Yet remains sacred.

Sometimes I speak to Death itself,  
Ask it:  
Why don’t you knock?  
Why don’t you warn?  
Why don’t you ask before you take?

But then I pause,
Am I not in control of my own path?  
Or is Death the master still,  
Choosing when to come  
And who to claim?

Death
Why do  you grieve?  
Why do  you  fear fate?

Imagine the soul   yours, mine  
Entwined in the delicate dance  
Of life and its inevitable shadow.  

It must happen.  
Karma, I say.

Every decision, every step
The seeds of future consequence.  
Right or wrong, good or bad
But who defines them?

The sun and earth,  
Even they obey time
Silent servants to fate.

Old men, look at us now, we,
the living, we the exposed to Camus,

and Sisyphus and Faust and Iphigenia,

we, arriving at a wake of Ozzie's meme,

his driving force, his words, in truth,
his mush tip bamboo pens, faded
his words, you have,

to read, and think, he lived, long
in character, I think, he did all he could,

as do we all, NPCs, we the entertained,

we the cast of thousands pumping the jams,

and bringing the gospel to those thirsty souls,

go fast the acceptable fast, go past the evidence

per se, se cura, free from worthless folly, wise
in waiting, wise in escaping the Druj, indeed, the lie,

we found the first fruits of wisdom, patience, let be,

spirit in the form of truth, lie not against that, let be…

gaseous we form, whatsoever we agree, we may, we se

free from unreasonableness that justifies any war, any

waste of any child's first ration of hope, first faith evidence,

the happy child who suckles at a happy mother's breast,
best of circumstances for a new born in the world,

any where, where some peacemaker made a stand, here,

we banish beguiling mistaken steps, trespass into holy,

dare not blaspheme, nor dare define the term, judging

me, heretic speaking through magic tech, shocking

turbo life at 75,  yes, cardiac arrest flat line, thrice,

so wu wei, pay attention, now

ask what is one such day worth, just to imagine.