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In the current financial system we never can
   Know the future increase of money supply as
      This is decided by a few powerful people who
         Are not elected or chosen by the citizens, yet
            Rig the game for the benefit of those in power
               Monetary Inflation rate for 2024?  We don’t know              
                  Monetary Inflation rate for 2025?  We don’t know
                  Let’s gain surety by using a Bitcoin Standard
               Which has a perfectly predictable issue rate
            The new coin inflation rate for 2023?  1.78%
         Inflation rate after halving in 2024?   1.1%
      Knowing these figures exactly for the next
   100 years and more gives people surety
And businesses foresight and stability

Stats on Bitcoin Issuance when this poem was written 6/14/23
Total amount of Bitcoins to be mined:  21,000,000
Bitcoins in Circulation:  19,401,756
Total Bitcoins left to mine:  1,598,024
Bitcoins Generated per day: 900
Bitcoins Generated per day after halving: 450
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The fractional reserve banking system
   Is built on an unstable foundation where
      Not all depositors can access money freely.
         Since banks can lend more than they have
            This regularly leads to credit & asset bubbles
               And then business failures during downturns
               Let’s move to a more stable system where
            There is no central authority which people
         Need to trust with their deposits, an open
      And accurate ledger where everyone can
   Simply verify that their money is secure
With Bitcoin this technology is available
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I grew up with these cliffs
the boundary of land and sea
where rock, exposed and naked
stands before the unforgiving elements
eroding each moment yet stable
a rock face, a solid, changing, evolution of nature
raw, unflinching, unapologetic.
holding a magic none can match.
the beauty of the inner form exposed
present, bold, unerring
Who are we that stand before them?
Do we bare out soul
And allow life to shape us into beautiful magical beings of grace?
Or do we brace against the winds of lifes changes
try to hide our nature, cling onto a redundant view of ourselves
and struggle to conceal our truths
Be more like cliff and rock,
Stable yet fluid. ever-present yet evolving
Embrace your decay, your lines your growth
Rejoice when a part of your psyche tumbles into the ocean
and you are exposed
In newness.
and vulnerability.

Strength is there.
I love those cliffs
Erik T Blaze Nov 2022
All pray for sunny rays
But the sunny days have
lead astray smokey grey just to say
I must have blazed a few back in my
But the skies still blue turns a different hue
but only on May--
I guess that's the reason why the meaning of life
Or at least for me?
is so
un--substantial even tho some-times we fold
but don't forget_ to line it with hope
Or maybe much so?
that our minds are now frac--
Don't tread on my mi-cro frac--
( As I would often say )
Seeing that mines are both split / in personalities of my current
But that's just a very small frac--
in this type of  re--
Dealing with feelings of being shunned and or rejected
Nomadic poet Jul 2022
Paralyzing fear stood in the midst of the rubble
    ....  a seething self...
   Hell even worldly loathing
A terrifying unknowing end;
My mind no longer works this way.

This time i see a clear palette
Clean slates
This time; i have the tools
I learned the lessons
Exclaimed my confessions
No longer a prisoner to this depression
Its only about correction

Rebuild with protection
Dawn Jun 2022
I would share your bed forever
That even in clothes
I'll always feel naked with you
there we were lying in bed, playing games on our phones and listening to music, separately. while it's less than everything we've ever done, somehow it feels more intimate than anything else
Kewayne Wadley Jul 2021
If there is one thing that couldn’t
Be further from the truth,
Nothing in this life is free.
To do better in chase of sanity.
One of the greatest forms of currency,
In a world of chaos everything
Has a cost.
No matter the need or want,
Yet I am ever so appreciative.
To be housed, clothed & fed with working
Lights and water.
Stability, an antidepressant in a world
You wake up & do the same thing over
& over.
If there is one thing that couldn’t
Be further from the truth.
Nothing in this life is free, & I
Ever so appreciative.
I’d gladly pay weekly, biweekly,
even monthly.
I feel that much closer to liberation
Under the roof of your smile,
A sense of privacy unlike any other.
Your lips the doorbell to inner peace.
Your hands a meal to feed thousands
At a time.
Although nothing is free,
I am ever so appreciative that a smile
Doesn’t cost a thing.
I couldn’t think of a better representation,
A better place to be
I yearn the mundane,
for a stable home,
for a place where I feel safe,
for common problems and not feeling alone.
Jason Apr 2021
I grew up moving from place to place,
Usually about once a year.
It is very difficult for a child to form friendships,
When they are never in the same school two years in a row.
Military brats go through this, I'm told.

My childhood was a series of disasters and moves.

Like the apartment building in Alexandria that caught on fire every other weekend.
Where my step-dad lost control of the car and tried to stop by sticking his foot out of the door.
My sister almost died from an allergic reaction to soap.
I fell off the jungle-gym and nearly bit off my lower lip.

We moved.

The townhouse in burke where my step-dad went through the sliding glass door, face-first.
Where he got Tiger, the 75 lb. German Sheppard,
Who was crazy and scared the **** out of us constantly.
Let's see what else?
I knocked my sister out of a second-story window,
Our babysitter was a ******,

We moved.

The townhouse in Fairfax where I first saw my step-dad hit my mother,
Where we lived when they divorced.
This is where we lived when the 300 lb. redneck enjoyed trying to **** me on a daily basis.
Our college student tenant had to stand up for me.

We moved.

Basically to make a long story short, not a lot of ****** stability in my childhood.


Move on.

Every single adult relationship continued this pattern.

Whether this is because I unconsciously seek out these situations, I don't know.


I sometimes think that people need their disasters, so they have a reason to give up.

I am sick of disasters.
I am tired of moving on.
I am sick and tired of giving up.

And of being given up on.

Asonna Apr 2021
he loves me
he loves me not

He loves me not

Never in a million years did i imagine this,
sensation of lonely haunts me.

                                         *consumes me

becomes the true identity of what it means to be me.
                           Forever more.
No love to give,
No love to share,
No Love, that's it.

she loves me
she loves me not

She loves me not

you just haven't met the one,
oh you're young,
there's plenty of time,
                              stop stressin ***.

but that's not the point.

Used so much my soul screams for protection,
had people walk out,
judge me for my choices,
                               Like they were my choice

She loves me
He loves me not

*They love me not

sinking ship.
iceberg ahead.
I'm going under.
Ready to give up instead.

My walls are up,
Don't need to take cover.
Put the gun away.
Spare me of this final blow.
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