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Zywa Jun 1
Certainly, AI

isn't the future, it does not --


escape from what is.
Article "AI maakt eenheidsworst van onze cultuur" ("AI is making our culture uniform") by Jonasz Dekkers in the NRC of May 31st, 2025 - Artificial intelligence

Collection "Truder"
Zywa May 15
Next to us, they fall

silent for a while, busy --


rewinding their thoughts.
Collection of family stories "Gezinsverpakking" ("Family package", 2024, 'De Chabotten'), story "Hier, ergens" ("Here, somewhere", Sebastiaan Chabot)

1. Re-flecting
2. For lack of topics of conversation, repeating oneself

Collection "Stall"
Manx Apr 24
So Kronos is the name, yes?
And Ouroboros the title?
Can you guess what they were responsible for?

Keeping time is more
Than just watching the shadows.
More than just lurking in them,
More than just by lurking among them.

Coming from a time of oral record;
What, or more aptly whom,
Is responsible for it?
Manx Apr 19
Mnemonic devices,
Order entices.
Yet, what drives the daily thirst?
What directs what we hunger for?
Strange tonics,
Concordance appetizes.
But who bottles what they distill?
What facts in feed do we receive?
Rough slough,
Sloppy knowledge.
Mayhaps, where few are not free pastures?
What cages themselves in self-battles?
Petty sows,
Birds that cuckoo.
Zywa Apr 9
Register in tri-

plicate please! the beadles plead:


your name and shoe size!
Comic strip #42 - "Tom Poes en Eh… dinges" ("Tom **** and Eh… whatever", 1950-1951, Marten Toonder), tier 1222

Collection "**** & Lord"
Zywa Apr 8
There's a smell of food

in the hallways, it's Monday --


meat wrapped sausage day.
Novel "Ontaarde moeders" (1992, "Unnatural mothers", 1994, Renate Dorrestein), chapter 4, 'Veilig bij Moeder op schoot' ('Safe on Mother's lap') - Bacon-wrapped ground meat: in Belgium and the Netherlands called 'slavink'

Collection "Old sore"
DJQuill Jan 13
Sometimes my mind feels like an ocean
A tremendous motion,
That can sink nations

My thoughts on the other hand
Speak like a small pond
A peaceful collected body
A city of harmony and greenery

Sometimes my actions are unpredictable
Movements to achieve a checkmate,
Yet let me lose the game as well

My legs are earthquakes
A stick that can‘t bear the weight of the ceiling

Meanwhile my hands are waves
Creating words that speak more than books

I‘m chaos and order
A song that makes you cry with joy and frustrate you at the same time
Is this ok for you?
Tears rain, Heaven cries
Men in ghostly array
How celestial dew turn bitter!
What is to come a dismay

Earthly decadence, Withering opulence
Mammal to earthly disorder
How providence turns virulence!!
Untold tale of “no escape” parable

Tears reign, Heaven’s turmoil
Assembly of beings on cross
How the haven to hell subscribe!!!
Home affords no salvation

Hellish magnificence, Exalted tumble
All beings of chaotic order era
Men of hailstorm and fiery delight
Shall destruction be a rhyme.
duck Dec 2024
it
a stone cold heart, in a midst of
confusion, terror, and silence.
and blood it can cough
yet it remains a sight of nonchalance
everything's unkempt and rough
out of order and balance
far away, a cry and a laugh
a battle of chaos at a glance
a hide that is tough
yet the insides tense
nobody can plough
through the violence
to save it.
this poem is a bit messy ;-; atp I dunno what I was writing abt
showyoulove Nov 2024
Life is like a great big balancing act
When we can't find our center, things are out of whack
Too many irons in the fire and too much on our plate
Its chaos truly, but if anyone asks, things are great!
Life is playing a tug-of-war, and I seem to be the rope
To finally step off this wild ride there seems but little hope
My priorities are a mess, and my life is out of order
And I can't call for help, 'cause I just put in my last quarter
The world is spinning sideways, my life is upside down
I don't know which way is up; my head keeps spinning round
I know I've lost the rhythm, help me find the perfect beat
And when I find that groove again, I'll put it on repeat
If I looked the world over there is one thing I would miss
That would put color in a life that is currently so colorless
Something not of this world; some celestial force
To some, it is quite alien, but it's Jesus Christ of course!
With Jesus at my center I feel, at last, made whole
And now I can truly say that this is the story of a soul
That once was lost and in chains
But has been found and set free
Through the suffering and the pains
My Lord and Savior died for me
As all things come from Him, He is the center of all things
And so, from Him, to all my life, joy and peace He brings
He is there when life's demands I'm juggling
He is there when it's clear I'm struggling
But when I focus and don't look to do too much
Then, I find sometimes I can have the perfect touch
So, Jesus be my center; my rock, my cornerstone
You are the best balancing beam I have ever known!
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