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All possible obstacles are present under the surface. I love you in other stories where you blend in. That familiar look to you —the wonderful disappointment, a new layer to disguise what was once originally something more. Standing stationary in white out conditions, the foreshadowing is equal parts preservation bias and correction perfection.
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Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 7:20 AM UTC
Liquid Paper
What does it mean that my logic and reasoning could solve a problem? Meaning the one who gave me the problem could solve it already. Yet there are those who have gone through all the courses of problems, all ending in relatively the same place mentally. However, there are still problems they can't solve. What does it take for a breakthrough? To know when to employ math known to mankind and when I can't. To know when I need something new or when I can use something old. This, I believe, is the crux of the matter. Otherwise, I try to invent new what is already done and so go nowhere except to prove to myself what all these people knew from a different perspective.
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 3:17 PM UTC
Math problems #6
How close we are now, your face on my screen, My arm seeking your back, A kiss, pout, thousand gestures, Typing texts bestowing wide smiles and staring screen in hope to never end this moment, Miles apart yet so close that the warm breath reach me Soon you exhale, or at least sound of it, How gorgeous these inventions are making lovers life easy, sighs cut to half, tears reduced to zero. I thank that human God who invented the phone, And glory to all those shadowed by the mythical ones.
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Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 5:36 PM UTC
A Video Call
Gumballs from Jules Verne's mental dispenser got blown out of proportion and popped his internal clock now there's never enough hours in the day so before global unrest bursts his bubble he'd better stop chewing on ideas and actually come up with a solution that will stick
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
Out of Time Machine
Wisdom is better than rubies Its harvest is better than gold I’ll obtain and use this wisdom Like the greatest people of old Wisdom is deep and eternal And guides me in meaningful ways Its sense and witty inventions Add wealth to my life and my days Wisdom says, “Hearken unto me And riches and honor will flow Follow my ways purposefully And your riches will surely grow” Wisdom will fill me with treasure Rejoicing in daily delight Bringing me love and contentment I’ll keep wisdom first in my sight
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 7:50 PM UTC
Wisdom (Prosperity Poem 32)
They warned us not to worry, Just do our best in school; Those worldly professionals, Taught us work-to-rule. They did a few case studies On twins from day of birth; There's a fifty-fifty chance, A will be born first They are urban fighters, Of fire, crime and blame; They live in high rise condos, They return from foreign lands. They  wait over subway vents, Their hearts and heads are bent; They show-up in walk-ons, They go without for Lent. They fly in and out of space, They don't identify with race; They're picked up for vagrancy, They dance cautiously in the street. They volley warning shots Across our private dreams; They sign and seal a peace accord They're sincere to a degree. They contribute to the run-off, And spiked our holy water; They enlisted Moms and Dads, Then slaughtered sons and daughters. They made rings from ivory, And pale lamp shades from skin; They list dissipation As a personal sin. Then they did unholy things With wood and nails, then atoms; They tore at our goodly earth, Wreaked havoc with their mapping. They distilled our alcohol, Made smoking so appealing; Then they rang the tower bells, And preached we had no feelings. They dug deep for wishing wells, Grew stuff to **** our germs; They bestowed us rods and reels, And spades to dig our worms. They connected us Through wireless touch; They counseled us on loneliness, And the traps of busyness. They pronounce death is art When they hang it on a wall; Then blame it on our women, In a scene based on our fall. They're newsy opaque, In love or hate; They are the ambiguous, The they, them and all of us.
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Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC
The Ambiguous
They warned us not to worry, Just do our best in school; Those worldly professionals, Taught us work-to-rule. They did a few case studies On twins from day of birth; There's a fifty-fifty chance, A will be born first They are urban fighters, Of fire, crime and blame; They live in high rise condos, They return from foreign lands. They  wait over subway vents, Their hearts and heads are bent; They show-up in walk-ons, They go without for Lent. They fly in and out of space, They don't identify with race; They're picked up for vagrancy, They dance cautiously in the street. They volley warning shots Across our private dreams; They sign and seal a peace accord They're sincere to a degree. They contribute to the run-off, And spiked our holy water; They enlisted Moms and Dads, Then slaughtered sons and daughters. They made rings from ivory, And pale lamp shades from skin; They list dissipation As a personal sin. Then they did unholy things With wood and nails, then atoms; They tore at our goodly earth, Wreaked havoc with their mapping. They distilled our alcohol, Made smoking so appealing; Then they rang the tower bells, And preached we had no feelings. They dug deep for wishing wells, Grew stuff to **** our germs; They bestowed us rods and reels, And spades to dig our worms. They connected us Through wireless touch; They counseled us on loneliness, And the traps of busyness. They pronounce death is art When they hang it on a wall; Then blame it on our women, In a scene based on our fall. They're newsy opaque, In love or hate; They are the ambiguous, The they, them and all of us.
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Mr Whoever Invented My Keyboard The stupidest thing ever invented Is the power button on my keyboard. Hours and hours of smoking and playing, lost to a mistake. I knocked it off the bed and lost it all! You’re joking! Well I agree with you then, This invention is ludicrous. Hey Mr. Whoever-Invented-My-Keyboard! You’re an **** So shove this keyboard back up yourself! (C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
Mr. Whoever-invented-my-keyboard
I scribble this thought in an ode, Writer's minds have minds of their own, Our Muse does oft overflow, Unless there's writers' block, you know, Fiction people come to life, We create their joy or strife, Or do they invent their own? Is fiction a world to compose, Or do our minds have minds of their own?
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Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
MINDS OF OUR OWN!
practicing mental gymnastics insipid memories seeping their way past defensive buffers remembering repressed poisons as a catalyst for making wiser decisions lackadaisical reactions to sharply defined parallaxes warrant an immediate shift fractal spectacles the labyrinth of my innards inhale the cosmological smoke of suggestion words become meaningless when repeated exhaustively semantic satiation slicing away at true intentions paving the way to false inventiveness shallow river beds are loud prouder than their counterparts insecurity overshadows a lack of faith in the faint of heart everything worthwhile falls apart
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
deconstruction