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

Current money systems usually collect
   Lots of personal information about users
      This information can be vulnerable to hacks
         And also identity theft, control, and censorship
            Many people do not want sensitive personal
               Information and documents stored online
                  Therefore
               Since it’s not criminal to want some privacy
            Let’s use a money system that doesn’t require
         Personal information simply to use money
      And doesn’t require submitting documents
   Which remain on vulnerable databases
We have this money now, in Bitcoin

Keeping a bit private
after the night
the sun goes all out.
Over the painted rose
and through the shady clouds.

East west north and south
at the end of the day always returns
the twilight could never forget  
a lurking little mole
the sun's missing beauty spot!

The ambling twilight goes deep
it isn't all black
a full moon shines on her brow
neither the night is pitch dark
down the mountains of floating stars.

Tomorrow again yet in the broad daylight
the sun will tuck into a throw of twilight
something is still private a black mole in the light.

In this day and age
Being Sad
Is posting
A black n white
Text filled story
On a private account
Under only close friends

Nobody knows
I'm a detective
I'm constantly
engaged in
unveiling
the secrets
Everyday
I solve a puzzle
I bring light
to a complex mystery
I'm not such famous
as
Miss
Marple
I'm an unknown detective.

Once, I wrote down all my happenings.

On an old paper

Invaded by a stranger

Myriads of night, crying


My friend has been exposed

“You loved him.”
It wasn’t a question,
but I answered anyway.

I immediately became defensive,
scared of my past being brought up
and merged with my present.
I was doing so much better.
I couldn't afford to mess it all up now.

“I wouldn’t call it love.” I said,
when I wanted to say:

YESYESYESYESYES OH GOD YES



“Why?”
Perhaps they were genuinely curious.
They didn’t know, after all.
They didn’t know anything about
him, or me, or us.
And they never would.
I couldn’t let someone in, not now.

“It's complicated.” I said,
when I wanted to say:

IT'S SO SIMPLE

I LOVED HIM BECAUSE
HE MADE ME FEEL SOMETHING,
AND FEELING ANYTHING IS
BETTER THAN FEELING NOTHING

HE TAUGHT ME HOW TO LOVE WHEN
I COULDN’T EVEN LOVE MYSELF



“So why did it end?”
I could feel the walls
I built myself tumbling down.

I wanted to tell them,
I wanted to tell them everything.
I couldn't. I turned away.

“It didn't work out.” I said,
when I wanted to say:

I TRIED I TRIED I TRIED

I GAVE HIM EVERYTHING I WAS

AND I LET HIM TAKE
EVERYTHING I HAD

AND HE STILL WANTED MORE

IN THE END, I WASN'T

SMART ENOUGH

PRETTY ENOUGH

SKINNY ENOUGH

THICK ENOUGH

QUIET ENOUGH

BOSSY ENOUGH

CLASSY ENOUGH

SLUTTY ENOUGH

WILD ENOUGH

PRIVATE ENOUGH

ATTRACTIVE ENOUGH

HAPPY ENOUGH



NO MATTER WHAT DID,
I WASN'T ENOUGH