#analysis
Outside of what becomes of
me,
the flowers remain
tender in the storm.
Magic cascades, blooming silent
trajectories.
From under her breath
she says she can’t do
it anymore.
A world dies
with every decision —
many worlds —
but to only mourn
what was left out is
to miss the note.
And if you miss enough
of those you miss
the music.
And if you miss the
music, well— God help you
when you hear the
silence.
Look, all I’m saying
is, she’s already gone
and it’s going to take
reality a minute
to catch up.
Sixty seconds,
that’s all you need to
forget the plot.
navigating protocol instincts…
discovering internal networks…
engage over[drive] ?…?…?
execute.clr\\edu*.do.00m ?
y or n …
y.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 9:10 PM UTC
(This is not scary, short fiction and probably not fit for click-farming.)
Sometimes I’m serious, a girl can be serious. I have to write a lot of analysis papers in school (yeah, some people still waste their time and money like that). I’m leveraging that effort here. This is part* of an academic paper I’m writing on the world economy in crisis (this part covers world inflation and China/Taiwan). It’s a draft in progress and, in the spirit of brevity (my target ~1000 words) and avoiding the verbose, I’ve simplified the narratives and removed graphs, diagrams and footnotes. Here we go:
Have you noticed that the world seems less stable and that your spending power has eroded since 2009 and especially since covid? You aren’t wrong.
The Fed balance sheet had never been over a trillion dollars before 2009. However, from 2009 (the banking collapse) to 2022 (COVID) the Fed moved our balance sheet from sub-1 trillion to 9 trillion - pushing about 50% dollar inflation on the world. We ourselves experienced 8% inflation.
Everything in the world is priced in dollars. If you look at cross-world currency settlements, you might think, ‘well, there's the dollar and the euro, the pound, the dirham and all these other currencies’ but there’s really not. There's only the dollar and the other currencies back-solve for how they pay for things in their own countries. That's the way the world works. So when we push 50% inflation (in dollar terms) to the world it affects everyone. Marginal currencies on the bottom of the financial structure collapsed. That would be Turkey, Iran (Iran controls Iraq now), Pakistan, Lebanon, and many many other currencies throughout the third world that hyper-inflated (became worthless).
So when people say, “can we all just all calm down and go back to business as usual?” There is no easy way to go back to 2% world growth and stability. Inflation is an insidious, destabilizing force. Even China’s economy is in deep, deep trouble - they’re in the midst of a real estate crisis, a banking crisis, a youth unemployment crisis, a trade surplus decline (because of their threat to invade Taiwan), a debt to GDP crisis (much worse than ours) and now, Trump is threatening tariffs that could bring their net income to zero.
China has said many many times - too many times to doubt it - that they will attack and absorb Taiwan by 2027 - period.
Why would they do that? Aren’t our economies too linked? Knowing we will have to retaliate? We don't know what President XI Jinping’s calculus is. The CCP doesn't see the world the same way we do and, like Putin, we may not be dealing with someone rational. It’s like when Putin moved his blood banks, tankers, air force and army to the edge of Ukraine - some said it was just ‘saber rattling.’ No, when the blood banks and tankers are moved - you’re a ‘GO’ - it’s just a matter of time.
Neville Chamberlain, the British Prime Minister now vilified for appeasing ****** wasn’t an idiot. He could not get his head around why ****** would plunge the world into war. They had lived through WWI and where was the profit in it - what reasonable reason was there for a world war in 1938? Let’s not make that mistake. Let’s take a moment and think it through.
Why is China obsessed with unifying with Taiwan? (1) History, the Chinese, who lost the revolution that brought the CCP to power fled to Taiwan (2) The democratic government in Taiwan is four times as successful as communist counterpart. Their GDP is higher, their worker productivity is four times higher, they enjoy a higher standard of living, (3) they are a success story that demonstrates what China could be if it weren't hamstrung with the communist party. (4) they want to deny us the tech, (5) Their culture and world view is different. In China there are no human rights and no truly private property. There is only what’s good for (Chinese Communist Party) CCP power - the CCP is everything.
Why protect Taiwan? Taiwan Semi is the chip manufacturer for the world. They are the only maker of 2mn chips - the most vital, powerful component for the AI and quantum computing races. The country that wins those races will control information for the next century. The loss of that capacity is an absolute, existential threat to the security of the United States. The fact that the US failed to keep current in this area is a major screw-up decades in the making.
Messages of deterrence are flying. One reason we bombed Iran - where we had to drop munitions, with precision down three tiny shafts, covered by a mountain, from whatever heights - and we did it - was a message of deterrence partially aimed at China. Proof that America still has the best and most lethal military in the world - and we aren't afraid to use it. The US admiral who commands our indo-pacific forces recently said - publicly - that “if China thinks they're going to either blockade or engage in some kinetic conflict with Taiwan, we will turn the Taiwan strait into a hellscape.” Even a limited naval engagement with China, in the Taiwan strait, could cost thousands of American casualties (think Korean War people).
What kind of leverage does China have VS the us? Recently:
China has stopped supplying the US with rare earth magnets - those are critical to making EV vehicles run.
China is denying America processed synthetic graphite - a critical component in every single EV battery.
China is withholding the lasers used in fiber-optic communications from the US (they are the single world manufacturer).
Those are single points of failure for US technologies and we must ‘Manhattan Project’ our capacity for their replacement.
Why did the Trump administration remove subsidies for EV vehicles? First, it plays to his base but secondly, removing the subsidies slows demand until we can fill those gaps ourselves. Part of the ‘Big Beautiful Bill’ earmarks billions to start addressing the failure points mentioned above.
What non-military leverage do we have VS the Chinese?
We hold the upper hand. China imports 13 million barrels of oil every day, 9 Bs of natural gas every day, 40% of their food every single day.and they need access to the American dollar system to acquire those goods. They are a closed capital account - no one will accept Yuan as payment. That is a single point of failure for them.
Conclusions: We should let the CCP know - make it very clear - that if they attack Taiwan, the first thing we’ll do is take them out of the dollar system. Pushing that button would be easy - but it will hurt us too in the short run. It may be a better deterrent than those US carrier strike forces - which are still an option if it comes to that.
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Songs for this:
Canary In a Coalmine by The Police
Invisible Sun by The Police
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 5:39 PM UTC
The unknown it analyses,
The truth that is confined.
Black box of mystery’s,
Tools to set and find.
Axiom to choose,
Hold what not to loose.
Axiom of premise,
Domain of voice.
Infinity in what’s empty,
A category of noise.
The mystery to seek,
Is not all so bleak.
The joy to find what’s in the dark,
Can cast an unknowable spark.
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 7:06 AM UTC
"How?" I am asked.
Tax. Incremental siphoning.
"Service changes"
"Greedy!" I am accused.
Relax. Manufactured crash.
"Bad economy."
"Incompetent!" It is exclaimed I am.
Facts. Distort reality.
"Fake or foreign elements."
"Fascist!" It is said of me.
Craps. Gambled living.
"Sweating like a ***** in church."
"Pig!" I am called.
Animals. **** philosophy.
"Your life should be in service."
"Dictator!" It is written of me.
Preach. Misinterpret history.
"And God rested on the seventh day."
"Monster!" It is all that's left of me.
Kingly. Total war.
"On the first day, God said,"
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 1:09 AM UTC
Divide and conquer, deride compassion.
Indulgent resentment exposes the actions.
Wolves dressed as lambs, lambs as wolves.
Nobody believes in good ideas.
Craft deceptive reasons behind the words of love.
Stuff your victims into the dark, cramped box.
Do your work quietly, with discipline.
When the red moon rises
the energy of broken breaths
strengthens your existence.
Illusory peace as a weary sigh.
You laugh
when they try to unmask your behavior
Whispering: just another pathetic attempt
of hysterical souls, not pragmatic solutions.
Different actors, new stages.
You’re always the same,
Irresistible.
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 2:51 AM UTC
It's really easy to write
Like you're for the hardline right
And far-flung conspiracies.
Easy to address as a member of the left
Like you believe in extreme liberalism
And wild ideas.
And then there's a center,
Or so I've heard.
For the intellectual or versus,
For the institution or against;
For the fascist,
For the anarchic.
It's all so archaic.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 8:03 PM UTC
The third eye,
Is a bird’s eye,
View on a hurt guy,
Within a dirt life.
Since first flight,
Cut with a big knife,
By Dad and his wife,
Who gave me life.
What hurt Dad?
Who hurt Dad’s wife?
So much strife,
In this foul scented life.
Bitterness so rife,
In these brown eyes,
Since all that I,
Know is to,
Trust that third eye.
Oct 22, 2023
Oct 22, 2023 at 9:42 PM UTC
as the rest move in a herd in time, fixed and onward
some remain at a pace of their own
slower,
wallowing in crevices, an act of conscious apartheid
familiar with the shortage of influence, that is, separation.
wandering by will
vicariously living through a phobia of confusion
hence why lost souls remain lost
fear of false direction, fear of decision
uncertainty amongst hysteria
a deadly duo for the few
settlement has become still
and those lost are familiar with movement
2 steps forward, 12 steps scattered
here and there and it's unclear
up and down
its all around the dance to delusion goes to no sound
but illusion.
distress within the body whose mind follows curiosity
incessant pondering yields a detriment
to the thinker,
be about
your quest and breed your farewell to the
blissful life of ignorance
that now follows you
-
is there a solace to be found for these creatures?
has the point of no return passed?
the distance behind is immeasurable
for the path previously paved is dimly lit
to decipher the single instance is a feat of all men
does the lone wolf recall?
Apr 16, 2023
Apr 16, 2023 at 1:51 AM UTC
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क्या रखा है वक्त गँवाने
औरों के आख्यान में,
वर्तमान से वक्त बचा लो
तुम निज के निर्माण में।
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अर्धसत्य पर कथ्य क्या हो
वाद और प्रतिवाद कैसा?
तथ्य का अनुमान क्या हो
ज्ञान क्या संवाद कैसा?
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प्राप्त क्या बिन शोध के
बिन बोध के अज्ञान में ?
वर्तमान से वक्त बचा लो
तुम निज के निर्माण में।
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जीवन है तो प्रेम मिलेगा
नफरत के भी हाले होंगे ,
अमृत का भी पान मिलेगा
जहर उगलते प्याले होंगे ,
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समता का तू भाव जगा
क्या हार मिले सम्मान में?
वर्तमान से वक्त बचा लो
तुम निज के निर्माण में।
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जो बिता वो भूले नहीं
भय है उससे जो आएगा ,
कर्म रचाता मानव जैसा
वैसा हीं फल पायेगा।
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यही एक है अटल सत्य
कि रचा बसा लो प्राण में ,
वर्तमान से वक्त बचा लो
तुम निज के निर्माण में।
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क्या रखा है वक्त गँवाने
औरों के आख्यान में,
वर्तमान से वक्त बचा लो
तुम निज के निर्माण में।
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अजय अमिताभ सुमन:
सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित
Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 3:02 AM UTC
The hammer came down
as thunder resounds
bouncing around in my skull
a paradigm shift
like closing the rift
the knife not sharp
waxing
dull
Passing the line
all of the time
burning deep in my heart
what I once knew
tried, and yes, true
passing it all off
as art
Hell doesn't knock
hard as a rock
ripping my small world, apart
no plea or recourse
the unstoppable force
an end that begins
with a
start
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 10:23 PM UTC
Paralysis by analysis
overthinking life and all
its complexities...
I think:
Truth, what is it?
When everyone feels as if they
know
and feel
even ****
in the name of this 'Truth'
I ask why...
What's the basis for that certainty
Is it something born through analogy?
I see that we are all mistaken, guilty
Of that condescension!
Pretensions
Self-deception!
The irony of this age of technological
innovation
is that it has become fancy
to crave disinformation
Truth is what we think we possess
in this great idiocy of the masses.
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 3:02 AM UTC
“What about me?”
I asked.
My whisper echoed
Against the glass.
The reflection
Whispered back,
“Never enough”.
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 9:37 PM UTC
Ms. Del Rey says “the world is made for two”,
but her idea of two is some fresh hell;
it’s seems that Lana thinks a girl’s abuse,
is cinematic fodder one can sell.
The other woman sings about her man.
“sO pOPuLIiSt” with flowers on her head.
While some may come from poor & tell the tale,
Del Rey wears being poor like it’s a dress.
But voices that she channels in her songs,
Bespeak a femme fatale alone, and they,
Are both no one, and everyone in one.
The guardians of endless summer days.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
YOUR LIFE IS A MOVIE THAT IS BEING DIRECTED BY YOU, PRODUCED BY THE YOU, YOU ARE THE PROTAGONIST AND YOU SHOULD BE THE ONLY CRITIC OF IT.. SO LIVE IT LIKE YOU WANT.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 5:52 PM UTC
****** Analysis
by Michael R. Burch
This is not what I need . . .
anal-ysis,
paralysis,
as though I were a seed
to be planted,
supported
with a stick and some string
until I emerge.
Your words
are not water. I need something
more nourishing,
like cherishing,
something essential, like love
so that when I climb
out of the lime
and the mulch. When I shove
myself up
from the muck . . .
we can ****
Originally published by Unlikely Stories. Keywords/Tags: analysis, paralysis, psychoanalysis, words, nourishing, cherishing, essential, love, muck, **** ***
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 3:03 AM UTC
She tied a black ribbon around my wrist
Like a dark lake reflecting moonlight
And in my enchantment, I missed
The ribbon was tied far too tight
She tied a black ribbon around my neck
So cold on my skin like ice
And in my fervor, I failed to see
The ribbon was knotted up thrice
She tied a black ribbon around my heart
Winding its way through my veins
She gave a tug, and I gave a start
As her ribbon turned out to be chains
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC
I am uncertain of my body,
how strong it is, how little it appears that way
having hurled itself into danger several times
and coming out only with a few hand scars
see its muscle
see its fat, unneeded storage,
look and don't touch, please.
The soft thrumming of my heart
in my throat shows how strong it is,
sneaking its way up
to where it shouldn't be
see its battle scars
see its healing wounds--
still festering, a little raw.
look and don't touch, please.
I've got a strong jaw and a chin
with an irritated red galaxy on it,
an odd contradiction between
soft and hard--
see the constellation in my scarring,
a rude connect the dots you shouldn't be playing,
look and don't touch, please.
I look out from hazel glass,
flecked with hidden gold foil
you see if you stare long enough,
but staring would be rude--
see the one way mirror,
so that you stare at you and not me,
look and don't touch, please.
My fingers are long and spindly,
artist's hands,
the webbing in between makes them seem smaller--
see the raised marks,
see the wearing nailpolish,
my hands are an artist's hands too.
look and don't touch, please.
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC
I've been thinking about you each day, maybe twice
And how disfigured your world views can get
And how I could help if I could go back with abilities to stop regrets
I'd tell you not to worry but I know that's a lost cause
Because back then you were trying to treat your feelings with rap gauze
I'd tell you love yourself because you're the only one that matters
Or maybe tell you how my brain works now, to see if you'd get sadder
I know the world was built on shakey grounds of lots of stress
But no one you know thinks like you son,
That was your genesis
I would tell you how you should see your dad
But back then if anyone bad talked the family you'd get mad
So maybe I can tell you why everyone is out to hurt you
Or why you'll try to make your life close the ******* curtain.
Maybe I can give you space to ****** grieve
Over your aunts, uncles and friends that had to leave
Maybe discourage your ambitions and untie the knot
I know life's a surplus of vacant parking lots
Where dreams, ambitions and desires start punching rocks
Until they're morphed into creatures you refuse to acknowledge
Until your final break down at the "Pittsburgh Rip off College"
Maybe I could tell you to feel your pain
Or lessen the impact of prescription drugs on that younger brain
Maybe even make you into who you're meant to be
But I fear that that answer maybe me
I'd tell you to talk to mom, and open up
Take up the vacant room she left you in that hut
I'd help you sleep at night with soulful lullabies
And put you to sleep with our own hurt pride
Maybe if I could bleed the effects of the pre-condition
You'd be intelligent and have some kind of ancient wisdom
Lessons that stuck from two worlds apart
But most of all, I'd tell you to take the sleeve from that bleeding heart
There's no wound to nurse once you break the silence
Because the only reason it still hurts is cuz you're keeping quiet
You'll grow up to be a manipulator
The kind of person you won't despise until much later
The kind of person that uses people for mental exercise
The person who isn't afraid to resort to lies.
Sometimes I wonder if it would even make a difference
Or if the timeline would adjust the route,
Like a downhill liquid.
I killed myself to make me view
That life is how I see it,
So now I look at you.
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC
I see my friends in new relationships, in bliss
I'm happy for them
I'm also a bit bitter if I'm being honest
And if I'm being honest I'm never really honest
It's a protection plan of mine like
the kind you get when you're at the checkout and the
cashier who's on her
second hour of overtime
says that for thirty extras dollars all your broken parts can be fixed
if you bring it back
There was an asterisk next to the plan
Terms and Conditions apply, please sign here
so when you bring it back with a shattered screen
they say they can't help you because you did it to yourself
And I've done this
thing
to myself
Over and over and over again
Waiting for the time it works
The right formula of time multiplied by distance divided by maturity
But the solution I come up with always equals zero no matter what numbers I move around it stays the same
I don't commit because I've committed too much before
I don't walk on those egg shells anymore
When I love there is an asterisk next to my heart
Terms and Conditions apply, please sign here
Don't get too close because you might see me without my mask
And unmasked me is brutal and burnt out
As frail as thin ice covering the pond of his regrets
I've grown old groaning on about these things
A cold king with a cold crown sitting on a cold throne
alone
And I don't want to be alone but I don't want to change
This is normal for me and it feels safe even if it is killing me slowly
Nobody has been through my shoes
You can sympathize but don't ever say you can empathize
You have not seen through my eyes or felt with my heart
There are parts of me I lost with every step forward I took in absolute fearlessness and faith and it crippled me
So don't act like I have those parts of me, still
There are things I just cannot do anymore
Like an amputee who can't feel his wife's hand in his anymore
Like a paraplegic who can't run a marathon anymore'
Like a young boy who spent his love in fullness and never got any back
Please, just accept that this is who I am and I can't change that
Because it's not in my nature anymore
It just can't happen
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 11:10 AM UTC
Blood piercing my skin
Salvation a damnation in my mind
Quick like the scent of sin
Horrors crucifix rewind
Endlessly endless
Folk hearts and celibace
An age too unknown for hell
The driver is there as well
On a cross
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
The people in my class analyzed poetry
With finely sharpened pencils
And color coordinated pens.
I don’t understand.
I thought poetry spewed from within,
Without care,
Out of necessity,
Out of the need to rip the bullet from
One’s heart,
Out of the need to
Save oneself.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
Poem Analysis
1st read, I thought gibberish,
2nd I thought Hmmm,
3rd I thought interesting,
4th I felt genius. billy
your poem comment-dissects my poem
my process,
a marathon interview for a new poem pole position,
limb by limb, word by word,
chewed and re-chewed,
like a tiring piece of bubble gum,
the flavor remaining ebbs, but is not extinguished,
and can live in your mouth,
forever
and the praise and this poem,
not a rodomontade,
for your comment dear Billy,
is the process description of a poet’s labor,
from word first to a baby’s birth,
gibberish into genius
emergent from first pain, then pushing, then tilled, at long last,
the dirtiest immaculate conception beautiful
billy reads my rambling, silly abstruse^ & wrote me:
*1st read I thought gibberish,
2nd I thought Hmmm,
3rd I thought interesting,
4th I felt genius*
this is a much loved critique
for I well recall each step of creation,
a summarizing parallel
that your words+genes replicated so well,
forgiving you a minor typo, Billy,
it was genus, not genius that you meant
(but then again, why quibble over a miscellaneous, harmless, delighting, tiny little extra i...not me, said he, my muse ego )
Billy has gone gray dotted, but his dot, his comment,
with gratitude,
in me, he,
lives for ever
I feel gibberish coming on...
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 2:50 AM UTC
DIGESTION
When the temperature is raised
Particles gain kinetic energy
And collide at a greater frequency.
The more particles that collide
The chances of a reaction occurring increases.
How many times have elbows rubbed
In hallways, no matter how crowded
Yet nothing happens,
Nothing precipitates,
Not even a cough
Or a wandering shot
From the corner of their eyes.
People pass
By or away
And yet hallways are still full;
Full of thoughts of other people
Full of longing
Full of the people who are missing.
USE OF ELECTROLYTE
The addition of an electrolyte
Reduces the coulombic repulsion
Produced by a solution’s ionic atmosphere;
An electrolyte allows ions to interact more freely.
A full bus is void of tension.
A stranger who writes letters everyday,
But crumples the paper before finishing
Is completed by the person
Who eagerly awaits a text on their phone.
A person with a bouquet of flowers
Catches the eye of someone lost in thought.
So many people who compliment one another,
Or an other,
Sit idly on a moving bus
Separated only by people
Who, too, are separated from their second piece.
You meet such people everyday
Who could have been,
Yet are not.
CO-PRECIPITATION
Something that is generally avoided.
An impurity that co-precipitates with the product
Can cause an overestimation of analyte.
Impurities can be caught within
The crystal lattice structure of the compound
Or trapped inside a growing crystal.
It may be hard to understand
Such thoughts still seem foreign
But I, too, have things that I remember dearly.
They are wrapped up with
Lists of groceries, and formulas
About distance and its relation to
Speed and its change over time.
It is all just things that have
Come to pass.
Such memories are hard to keep
When there is only one who articulates them,
But I am sure
Perhaps years from now
You’ll catch yourself thinking
For a split second
And then go about your day.
PEPTIZATION
The breaking up of precipitate
Due the loss of electrolyte
Which strengthens the ionic atmosphere
Around the analyte.
In line at a bus stop
A glimpse is caught
Of the oncoming bus
And people shuffle
As the line moves up.
Never again
Can the same people
Line up the same way
For the same bus
We are too fragile
To construct ourselves in such a way
Where we can meet again.
Fate is too frail
Someone must leave
Leaves must fall
But someone always stays.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
So many lives in an essence of mind
the possibilities endless
there are so many of me
I don't know which one to give life to
I'm like a deer in the headlights
starring down my inevitable fate
how funny we should die together
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC