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Sahian Lascurain Sep 2024
Even now
I wonder
What it will feel like
To let go of your hand
And fly

- Freedom is near
G C Innocenti Sep 2024
The wind caresses my cheeks
The flowers’ sweetness scent fills my lungs
My hand travels on the canvas
While guided by the soft brush.
What a beautiful sensation
Almost idyllic…

Sat in this marvelous garden
I let my imagination merge with the beauty around me
Escaping the cruel reality
The one which can no longer affect me.
I am free
Finally free from anguish and fear
Free from anything that caused me despair at the only thought

Free from the time, which has ceased going forward
Free from responsibilities, which have ceased suffocating me
Free from people, who have ceased having expectation of me
Free from the fright of the new day, which has ceased raising in surprise
And free from life, which has finally ceased causing me death.
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And you want to cry and pout
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Where your freedom is in doubt?
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Do you want more hope in life?
More confidence, strong & stout?
Then choose accountability
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When you’re sick of seigniorage
This theft that comes with “clout”
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Bitcoin provides a better way
So stand up with joy and shout
That it remains permissionless
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MetaVerse Sep 2024
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Asmita Ray Aug 2024
A key unlocks my music box,
My heart unwinds with a song.
A sweet melody of ecstasy
Tuned with a withdrawn note.

I close the music box, erelong.
Melancholy hangs onto my soul--
With sheer mindset of right and wrong.

Thus, I break the key and box
Setting myself free
Forever and long.
Asmita Ray Aug 2024
A withered leaf falls free.
Free of a century lamenting
And spent his time repenting
"Freedom from life",
He cries with glee.
anonymous Aug 2024
the girl
gauzy dress
tattered and torn
running
breathless through brambles
reaches a river
pursued
panting
she must cross it
take a step into
freezing water
numbing bones
shaking shivering
pale skin and blue lips
trip
and
fall
hands go forward
trying to catch
whatever is left of yourself
but pieces crumble and scatter
on the mossy rocks
sharper than they
look
dogs barking
men yelling
filthy
hunting
they will be here soon
so get up
because there is no more time
to lie here
and wish you were home
the girl
who was maybe once loved
is now drowning
face down
in frigid murky water
the only company in death
is those who persecute her
as her pale body
begins to rot
even god
starts to
forget
about her
first
her hands
then
her face
then
her hair
until there is
nothing
left
so that when the dogs
frothing lips
raised fur
and the men
shouting voices
savage thoughts
arrive
the girl is gone
nothing left of her but a
whisper of wind
the scent of sandalwood
and strawberries
and ****
and summer days
long forgotten
but now remembered by those
who never knew them
maybe god didnt forget her
maybe he saved her
Asmita Ray Aug 2024
My eyes bleed of a thousand woes
My heart throbs, when I hear the raven's crows
About those crestfallen shadows
That prowl faintly beneath our skin
Pining to take shape of a vile thing

I beseech, if only a sacred voice
Quell these demons back
Like a ray of light piercing through a crack
Betwixt this odious curse--
Albeit to free us.
Ken Pepiton Aug 2024
At thought speed what's an instance cost
- adjusting thirst too much salt,
- take sweat stores, make spit,
- later, after recent thirst through
re examine the examined life,
worth it thirsty, worthit intuitively
quenched, no lucit licet vide
Gotta expand the penetralium,
gotta deal with spherical infinite points,
examining a lived life investment in others…

On the surface, just below the mountain tops,
certainty in time passing, here it was, today,
passing faster as I notice, half a day runaway
- it is 19:15, same day, that half later
whiling with a will to feel as fine as can be,
a one in nearer nine billion than eight, all being
the potential reader, the potential knower more
or less essential to the task at hand,
last straw,
Zippo all fueled, flicked in the wind,

telling who ever happens to hear,
listen, living with enough is enough for anyone,

living with less than a full **** sapien ration,
is a matter of mind and enviro-mental genetics,

breathe along the curve, think around the effort,
what knowing is called for to function animated,
become alive
in an active atmosphere of anxious thoughts, all
remenants of familiar spirits, the domain of we
the ones once called wise, for ways we know,

how we grow from suckling to sage stage,
wishing to know, both why and how, right now.

Wait,
we're here, we think
wait and see if we can think a way beyond,
same old reasons for defense spending,
same old reasons for earning a living,
same old reasons for holy terror and grace,
best breaths bet last,  you know,
confess, say you know the secret reasons
for war and hate of the others who speak

as dogs, barking, and smell, of smoked fish.

Starlink, think, everywhere we put a solar
water purifier invented by Dean Kamen,
we could make life possible, comfortable
and all the Earthlings could use Google translate,
to read centuries worth of discoveries since,
Gobekli Tepi was hidden until we could
make sense of logotherapy, personally.

EKOCENTERs wherever useful cost less, by far
than the war in Ukraine, as of 8/26/2024,
many problems are locally mini
we were thinking you were saying,
go exxon- no, share this think
The USA budgeting and borrowing servants
toiling away in oligarchical lobster stacking orders,
selected by committees with donor profit share
maximization on constant priority, ever spending,
ever raising awareness for the payoff on investment.

Round figures, $300 Billion, on a war
for profit, bottom line perennial expenditure,
Industrial Base Support, {nee Subsidy, to La. Distr. 4.
good middle class incomes, and devine exec perquisites. }

Where did who invest whose time invested
in a musing adventure past last edge we spoke of,

this is new, day for with chocolate in my some time ago
coffee, plus the diet Dr Pepper, half eaten Carl's Jr.
get home in time to feed the recluse, useless,
laughing to himself, type, archetype tuned
in to the many mirrored experience enchantment

mental attach mentenough for a burp alert
remenants, remind me later, ding, soccer practice
active bombshell grandma in anybody's seventies,

yes, nuffsthoughtoughtasaid
you seem to think along these lines, where
from my vape charging chair, staring past
a half-eaten carls junior burger reaching out to me
- thirsty and the Dr Pepper's gone, swallow
could we be shared madness therapy,
past certainty, we make chaos spin
phi final analysis, if we must agree
this is it, this is the same river,
one ready reader finds it worth it.
we were rating for trading with whom
they must have wondered, at Bonelli's landing,

spell it like it is, we say bewondered, blundering
on,
expecting edit rights, extend throo wow, how long
today is our anniversary and for this guy, I never
learned, as in when it may have done a lot
of good
to think you imagined I kept breathing, remembering
to breathe, and truly trusting sleep in peace,
what's conceivably real,
old guy's serving what purpose, if not thinking

mere, what ifery, mind you we form, inform
just enough turbulence to take a breath a while
to suggest// a [aipause. yes
Today I have been married forty-one years,
to an adventurous soul, who inspired me at first sight, and second,
and earlier today  I love the woman, she shaped the old man I am freely being. And since that has more umph in public I made it an epilogue
Most assets have counterparty risk,
     Which is the risk that the other party
          In an investment or contract may not
               Fulfill their obligation, resulting in loss.
                    All stocks, bonds, and other securities
                         Contain counterparty risk in many forms
                               Therefore
                         We need a bearer asset with absolutely
                    No counterparty risk in order to remain
               Secure in our wealth and our freedom.
          Bitcoin is the asset with this property
     Of no counterparty risk, but sovereign
Ownership secured by private keys
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