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Norman Crane May 1
what if people had hearts,
and cared for one another deeply,
everyone doing his part
to improve his neighbour's condition completely,
without reward or remuneration,
only love for the entire human population?

what if cows had wings,
and buzzed above abattoirs like bees,
*******—as nectar—the skins
off the bodies of humans, fallen to their knees,
in repentance and commiseration
with the suffering of all living things?
Norman Crane Apr 28
listen to them wingmongers
circling round
squawking about how
there be tiny cities on the ground
moss barble asphalt
laid down
betwixt twig-mud megatowers
architecture of invisible sound
leaves decomposing, ants scurrying
spider weaving her web,
connecting flowers like power
lines buzzing beetles hurrying
all the way down the naturebound
off-ramps to the nine burrows
past the dead squirrel,
through the downpour
of fungal spores more
self-sustainable than any city of yours,
screech the wingmongers,
and from dirt level
i understand their song
these tiny cities will be
long past
when our civilization's long gone
Chad Young Feb 25
What exactly does this expenditure of energy for solving a math problem do?
After I forget about solving it, what do I have?
An accomplishment?
I have conquered a bit of logic and reasoning; just as this sentence does, but math takes more effort usually.
It is precisely the reason that math requires more effort than reading or writing that there is a following behind it.
That's probably why I'm into it.
Because not everyone does it due to its difficulty.
So it is an exclusive group.
This is why it is bothersome to know others have excelled beyond me in math, because they have put forth the work; that they were tired enough of their ignorance to accomplish so much.
It is nice to know what I
could and couldn't accomplish from seeing them.
99% of mathematicians will never put forth a new theory or solve a once unsolvable question.
It would seem my whole life of math would prove futile in light that this exclusive "club" only allows 1% to make a dent in human history.
Therefore, I must strive, see it as a process of unending steps, and pray that I will add some work to humanity's progress.
low poetry Dec 2020
Full of doubts,
making the decision.
Ignoring taunts,
implement the vision.

civilisation is going to die.
ask yourself question - why?
James Study Nov 2020
plywood windows
              dusty streets
                         faded graffiti
casper Nov 2020
As potent as the drugs flowing from an IV drip,
I the prodigal son of this town,
the only one to infuse the blood of a much needed sacrifice into it's veins,
the one to carry the souls of those past,
those future,
those fleeting few at the end when the long standing foundation that has held up countless feet and dreams,
no longer stands and in it's place breadcrumbs fall,
thousands from the sky,
folly and few,
until embedded in the very ground it lands upon.

I, the one from the third house down the lane,
the all seeing all knowing all feeling touch,
climb the silo and above take in the view,
the little lives and scattered stories,
told once in still rooms with only the orange light of a desk lamps,
then carried away on drool into the storm drain,
with the leaves and street grit.

I, the babe,
once innocent and tender,
and still so within me exists,
carried through an entire lifetime on a sled,
down the sidewalk with only the sight of street-lamps as stimuli,
past every corner and home a dream implanted from my eyes to theirs,
yet mistranslation corrupts the many and what can I do but allow,
their own bibles to be written.

This town belongs to one king and one son on both sides of the mountain,
snow to teach them lessons,
rain to cleanse their wounds,
and to keep this monolith of a civilization alive,
all that is prophesied,
to run far, far away,
in place.
Dedicated to my home town.
Naveen Malhotra Nov 2020
Type 1 civilization
Humanity approaches
Distancing from Nature
Energy from all sources
On Earth it would harness
Type 0 to Type 1
Enormous energy consumption
The only parameter
Determining type of civilization
Natural disasters
Earthquakes, tsunamies  
To be sources of energy
Technological advances
Life artificially distancing
Flora and fauna
Only on smartphones and computers
Living in virtual reality
A reality
Living in Nature's lap
A dream
Current civilization
Somewhere Type 0 and Type 1 in between
Type 0 civilization
Minimal energy consumption
Pollution free environment
Imagine roaming about
In a jungle
Riding a horse
Bow and arrows on shoulder
Sword in one hand
The other holding bridle reins
Horse galloping the trail
Then meeting princess
Of your dream
In type 1 civilization
Man would be an intelligent mass
Overwhelmed by technology
To and fro
Moon and Mars
Enter next type civilization
Dyson sphere
Around the Sun
To materialise
Channelize and harness
Solar energy Earth towards
Farther from Nature
Artificiality upwards!
Billie Marie Jul 2020
me me me me me me me me me
you you you you you you

All of this seems so silly now.
Why are so much of the important things in this life not spoken?
Why do we choose and remember to forget our true reality for a shadow of our own light?
This that we have made is not better or even just as good.
Who is tired of the lie?
Souls lilt as flowers from poor soil and no sunlight.
We are drowning in thunderstorms of our own tears,
yet we keep drinking and drinking.
What else do we know?
How else were we taught to live?
Show me a reality I can sink into without losing my Self.
We are the ones we have been searching for.
Aydin Ilhan Jun 2020
How small we are, yet how big
Our graves that we dig.

In a hut or room, cottage or house,
Are we not laboratory mouse
In the hands of Human Almighty
Who builds village, town or city,
District, state or country?
Are we really folks gentry
Ruling subcontinent, continent?
Are we not the self proclaimed incumbent

Of this planet earth?

Solar system, stars, nebula, cosmos
And then?


Information is now currency,
Nuclear warheads and biological weapons,
Another man-made big bang on earth;
No room, no house, no city,
No hut, no cottage, no village.
Another hundred years or may be less
To turn the cradle of civilization into deathbed.
Dr K S Bhardwaj Apr 2020
Women live by heart
Men by head,
Former is ever alive
The latter is emotionally dead.

Heart represents love
So women feel more deserted
Head is crafty
So men are less broken hearted.

Men are extroverts
Always look out for pleasures,
Women are introverts
Staying in is their nature.

The former is bumble bee
Never is contented with one,
The latter is honey bee
Collects for the she loves one.

Women are for what they have
Men look for more and more,
They squander for pleasures
Women take care of the store.

Men are like South Pole
They are haughty and aggressive,
Women are North Pole
Humility makes them submissive.

This variance makes
The former very intolerant,
The latter bears the brunt
As she is by nature very tolerant.

Men are too spendthrift
Are fond of too much flirting,
Women are preservers
As she is fond of saving and saving.

But these differences
Are in tune with Mother Nature
Positive mixed with negative
Produces the newest manpower.
Women Are Preservers. Nature Has Made Them So.
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