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We know that money is power
And has been all along
But now in Bitcoin’s hour
Our money is fully strong

No inflation from dilution
All value it retains
A useful grand solution
To safely grow our gains

Birthed by light from solar waves
Encrypted crystal backing
True ownership - its ledger saves
Every detail tracking

Bitcoin builds a “cross world” trust
Forming firm foundations
For making, trading, holding wealth
For people, groups, and nations
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Inspired by Michael Saylor.

Michael Saylor is the CEO of MicroStrategy (MSTR) and one of the most active proponents of Bitcoin.  He says Bitcoin is Monetary Integrity.  He is also the author of “The Mobile Wave” and started Saylor Academy - a non profit providing free education to over 1 million students.
Ara Jan 2022
swallow me, bottomless pit;
let me rest under the breadth of your expanse.
light a fire at my feet, celestial abyss,
and we may watch the shadows dance.

did you hear icarus burned for the sun?
will i, too, take the shape of a star?
[set ablaze, with heaven just out of touch]



i found a chasm at the edge of my stomach,
and i knew the darkness by name.
"welcome home, uncertainty.
i'm so glad you came."

i will learn to call you my friend.
Copyright © 2022 Aranza V. Soto Torres. All rights reserved.
ShininGale Jan 2022
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘺.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘣.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺,
𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.

𝘕𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴, 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺.
𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺.
𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥...

𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥.
𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.
𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦.
𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺...

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙪𝙨.
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Tonight, I saw another blessing. How great is He to give me a friend this good and able to change, a living proof of His greatness. We are having a banter and conversation in one of our Group Chats and it amazes me how He truly works on us. Thank God! I am not the only one that is working on me. To my friends. To the people I cherish and know. To all.
Alone, in front of your computer,
Or with your phone in hand,
Looking at pictures on the screen,
Many are cute, ****, honest nice,
Always beware, some devious plans,
Is the person in the picture, the same,
As they say, wanting you to believe,
If you never have a meeting plan,
It’s just a fantasy, in your hand.
Wherever your thoughts, or decisions,
Take you, stay cool, don’t feel blue
Keep a good attitude in 2022
The Original Tom Maxwell © 1/1/2022 AD
4:20 AM
Glenn Currier Dec 2021
Thinking of my closest relationships
makes me marvel at what a fool I am.
A map of the streams of my loves
would show small settlements
tiny villages where I’ve rested
from my frantic search for meaning -
spaces made by nights of talking and sharing -
spaces of kisses, cries,
shouts and whispers that kept together
the threads we coiled into a chord
of memories.

Memories of foolish leaps we both made
into a friendship, a kinship, a marriage
a co-creation.

What faith abides in me that causes
me to abandon logic for love?
It is a mystery to me
how I can stay in this embrace
despite our divergencies?

But it is a splendid mystery
I celebrate.
I bow to my new friend ruqayyah I met on this website. His poem, “keep your friends close” caused me to write this poem. It is about the trust necessary for close relationships of all kinds. I think of my relationship with my relatives, my friends, my church, my wife. All of these are based on some degree of trust.
Nigdaw Dec 2021
depicted on her arm
hieroglyphs and pictorial charm
tattoo sleeve deep dive
into an ocean of everything
she finds so hard to relate
left hanging in the air
but don't question it
like the elephant in the room
move right on stranger
it's not speaking to you
there is a cult of believers
a religion based on trust
if you need to ask the reason
non-believer you are lost
in a garden that's a secret
that's already cast you out
you'll never know her freedom
it's a dish you just can't taste
HTR Stevens Dec 2021
Love called me, Love called me, Love called me
But I drew back; in sin was lost.
"O sinner, I come to look for thee;
For thee I died upon the cross.
O my beloved, return with me:
The good Shepherd, with Him go home.
From the jaws of the wolf I free thee
Come home with Me and no more roam."
Hear the voice of Love: "Come home..., come home...
Come home, beloved, and no more roam..."

O'er mountain-tracks Love strove and found me
Blinded by the darkness of sin.
"I am the Way...Follow Me!" said He;
All my conflicts melted within.
Long in darkness, naught could my eyes see;
I gazed now at my Saviour's face:
Full of tenderness and sympathy,
His face shining with love and grace.
Love, in a still voice: "Come home...come home...
Come home, beloved, and no more roam..."
I found this poem I'd written many years ago when I was 16...
Tetra Hachiko Dec 2021
I'm saying goodbye
trying to be the good guy
Don't want or need you to feel obligated
all it leads to is us both being frustrated
Casting doubt upon me
trust is broken, can't you see?
You tried to say it wasn't so
but your silence was the final blow
All this for them?
Was it worth it in the end?
You and I both know the truth
You never needed to sleuth.
But before you can cast me aside
Even though you know they lied
I will just walk away
With the weight of your betray.
Its okay though, its nothing new
Just more pain to accrue
Crushing, the weight so much to bear
I try not to think about what it fair.
It is what it is, I do what I must
Even if I'm filled with distrust.
With myself and with you.
But what else can I do?
Left with no choice
Your silence echoed in your voice.
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