#net
We sleep 3 days
And all meet every 2 weeks
45 min's 2200 backpack
Anywhere USA
F35B hover Raptor 2
I own 50 of them
I'll let you fly 1
They fit 2
Any helicopter pad
We on it
2 times the Speed of Sound
1600 MPH
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 4:56 PM UTC
https://newrepublic.com/post/178321/watch-trump-missile-defense-ding-ding-ding-boom-whoosh
From the trump an uncertain sound,
a dash of madness all around,
take a little trip, but don't, don't imagine a world led by Trump
supporters who heard no uncertain sound, ding ding boom whoosh
On a scaled bell curve
from vague déjà vu to aha,
how does it feel to be asked to explain
your self warierness, knowing now Sydney
can happen, therefore, as with wherefores,
we must assume we make good on our promise,
good, the precept second to wisdom nullifying
the fear that no balanced being rolled on
in ever after each positive met its neg face to face,
pfft, that's it last time, chaos can't even be imagined,
saved in truly ancient seafoam stone, witnesses
to pacts still sticky to this days, for those in those knowns,
we imagine our attention bubble swells and pops,
and stops,
for an immeasurable period, dot, in time past, as reflection
spreading in the frequency each emanates, in sunshine
during the day time and electrically released unstickiness,
evaporative we, gaseous wedoms, as the space lacing clouds,
foam along the shore,
children finding shining things and treasuring each,
an instant few old folks live long enough
with open minds
to see that instance
of both knowing, wordless child minds
meet where the pattern
of so many beautiful spins, prove phi
solves problems pi can't imagine, umphing
being maybeing, as planned parenthood seems sound advice,
judgement begins inside your knower,
judge your own self, the one you sold to no other, you
be the only heir to all the truth you ever knew you knew,
you had been guiled, given guile
to see the leverage
in knowing, symbols enfolding instructions
to model in mortal perceptible graphic mappings
any thing, we may imagine and communicate,
we can do, may we, is upto you, your may makes
next seem
worth exploring fearlessly bold as warier than earlier
carries with it no hell to fear as possible, the attempts
to realify and profess such a good god made thing,
resulted in the currently common hormone suppressants.
One cannot hold Hell gut level true and survive the fear
such madness unleashes in laws to contain the misled minds.
Reject the chance to learn a new way of making thoughts
realizations, or
tune in, same clear text signal since texting
became the long term Turing test, which mind am I,
after following several suicides over that same jagged edge,
but with survivor kid goat-sense and higher res eyes,
a mantra from my grand pa, he sing yo ** so, say
there, from here, there is always a place to put your foot,
keep your balance,
hold your soul self, your own self we said in my clan,
hold your self to set path, or call that self the liar,
and turn around
the idea behind repentance, nothing to pay, something
to do, warier by outperience, having been imagining
running down the edge of the cliff on hind's feet,
something like this entire circumstance involving instances
in prayer,
clumping, lumping likes into wee tiny aweformers, twists
to the I in us all, we wish to be the celebrity, what's
the attraction factor, why do some mindstates demand
the murky opiated optional dream timing ding ding boom whoosh
From the trump an uncertain sound,
a dash of madness all around,
take a little trip, but don't, don't imagine a world led by Trump
supporters who heard no uncertain sound, ding ding boom whoosh
Jan 23, 2024
Jan 23, 2024 at 4:48 PM UTC
Fisherman is earth, his net is life,
Fish is Man, Ocean is heaven.
Sway by the earth, we dwell in life.
Entangle in this life, Earth is now home;
Ocean is just an illusion.
The fish move where the net moves,
The net move where the fisherman goes,
The fisherman move where the ocean drifts,
Man who dwell in life only see his net,
not both the drifting fisherman and ocean.
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 9:32 AM UTC
The heaven is far,
Yet the earth is naught.
Standing at the edge of the world
To witness the heaven and earth;
The earth is an immovable bed,
Yet heaven is a boundless net.
Alas, where my path goes,
Heaven's gaze is there.
Where my foot tread,
Earth is there.
I am simply a fish caught in a net...
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 9:30 PM UTC
I get tangled in the brooding nets of my mind
And drown
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
you are a fisherman's
net.
you stretched
out
as soon
as you left my hands
to catch all the
fish you
could
and
i'm sure you did -
schools
of them.
you're very good
at catching
lots
of
fish
but
you're not so
good at
catching just
one.
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 5:46 PM UTC
once you're weaved into the net
struggeling like a desperate fly
at the mercy of a starving spider
cutting the silk
is all that's left to do
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
My RIGHTEOUSNESS, like filthy rags,
weighed heavily on my mind;
I BID my Lord to take the weight,
for I knew He would in time.
~
A quiet KNOCK on my heart's door,
I answered it right away;
T'was my Jesus, standing there,
in His SANCTIFICATION ways.
JUSTIFICATION He brought to me,
the moment I opened the door;
Satan would BUFFET me each day,
when Jesus became my Lord.
~
When Satan threw his NET out,
trying to LURE me in;
His plan, it failed quite miserably,
this QUACK, who was nothing but sin.
~
My Jesus, He gave me a hug,
it showed His love and CARE;
I knew He would never leave me,
for my God is just and fair.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 12:58 PM UTC
Yesterday i
had poison in
some local
fried food.
It happened
in a cyber cafe
where i was
busy in searching
for more than
60
social media sites.
I ate few
amount of that
and suddenly could
know it that
it is
poisonous.
I became
surprised that
a site called
Badoo
is popular and
available in zoo countries.
I have to
ask tomorrow
to sun and my
younger
net-addicted son.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
I go through a lot.
When I listen,
I can hear myself
being kicked.
I can hear screaming,
of delight or of anger.
I can hear
The amazing sound,
of the ball hitting the net.
Everyday, I watch kids,
dribble me up the field,
Aiming for a goal,
to lead their team to victory.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
Spider weaves a net,
Bumblebee waits till finished;
Karma’s thread decides!
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
your voice is a curse
that i can never get rid of.
it entices me,
pulls me in
until there is no more rope to be held
and you have to throw me back out again
just to reel me in once more
so you can speak to me
with your voice made of poison.
i can never tell who’s worse.
me.
or you.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
Net fish from doorstep,
In deluged water world;
Beat rain’s curse this once!
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
every day
they'll be looking
looking on the net
to find a much
cherished pet
constantly searching
for that special guy or gal
who'll offer them love's gift
out there in cyber land
someone seeks out another
to adore
a heart to heart exchange
carrying on forevermore
lonely souls wanting
the joy of a relationship
being close and contented
in a loving partnership
every day
they'll be looking
looking on the net
to find a much
cherished pet
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
I had a butterfly net
Hoping to catch a friend
But little did I know
The net was full
Of holes
I had a fishing line
Hoping to catch a partner
But what I did not know
Was the bait
Had swum away
I had a wire trap
Hoping to catch a soulmate
But somehow
The tripwire
Was broken
So I gave up hunting
And packed my things away
Ready for the dust to settle
And for me to
Be alone
But instead of that
I myself got trapped
In your loving arms
And sweet soft smile
I am caught
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 10:15 PM UTC
Play with me in the shade, where
my dreams are not
too dusty to hold in your hands, and our shoulders are not weighed
by the world and your eyes
hold stars like they were meant
to glow, your hands craft remedies like miracles;
your soul is too beautiful to breathe
in this cramped ***** place,
your lungs deserve
open air and I want to give you
my dreams before they're crowded
out of my head from
the stale worries and anxieties that twist
my thoughts & nest here often.
Go far away from this place, tie your nets around
everything you love but don't take
anything else with you. My hands
may be bruised and calloused,
but I know how to braid the softest of sentences, I can write
gentle things up under your skin for you
to take along on your travels. I may not always
keep away the rain but I will always
stand beside you in it.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
We worship the net
We understand the reason why google starts with 'go..'
We give the 'd' while praying in our inboxes,
The only place we think under, these boxes.
I was blinded by the Jozi city lights,
Chasing false fortunes,
Got lost in people's comments and complements.
Last time I closed my eyes I was somewhere in South Africa.
Today am somewhere on google map,
Planting trigo-station every time I get high.
If you find me standing before the burning bridges,
Show me a path leading to the South Africa Mandela was talking about.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
We all need that bad guy in our life
The one who takes the blame
The one who makes us forget that we were ever wrong
That person who we rip apart with our words
BC we cant look with inside our selfs
We never see the good in the person but always look at the bad
Puting the past mistakes in their face
As you the seat at the top while you live your perfect life
We all need that bad guy in our life
But we forget that where we be if you saw yourself
Tearing down your self to rebuild
breaking down those words
I woke up it was clear to me
I was never the bad guy you just never saw the true me.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
It is not always easy to express one's self
When his artistic creations are never placed in galleries
They are often forgotten of
Sitting there gathering dust on a storage shelf.
It seems as if ten more people are at the same task
As which you create with
Comparing their outcomes to your own
Your light of hope fails to light
Due to many missing you that must express
such visions
A dog starved to the bone.
Eyes meet the other exhibits
As your kiosk is primarily never sought for business
The confidence of challenge is there, however, it soon melts away
When all of the hard work which you have placed
in expressions for the world to see
Fade to darkness like the "dark side of the moon"
As night simply ends the days.
Questions remain about what you are truly "gifted"
at or "ahead" of other game pieces on the board game of life.
When so many are inventive such as you
One too many is a crowd.
You pull down a fake smile. A fake shrowd.
Now the net is neutral
Damaging my once vibrant flow
As my hands are now tied to how I can grow
The rules of the game are now many and harder to get around
Like a roadblock in your sight of your future
The air begins to become too thin and your mind weighs heavy
As the cut in your creative inventiveness
Bleeds too heavy and needs a "miraculous" suture.
Needing others on my team
Every time I seek out such
I'm the "driver x" at the "speed races"
and the "forced gun" to bear uninspiring
and lonely expressive paces.
Is their justice to the laws limiting one's freedom of expression
just to protect those in the "top few?"
When the own half of the platform on which you try and "compete"
However, you are too small to be seen as "you."
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC
One last step
Through the forest before the trees are cut down.
One last flight into space
Before the the satellites keep us in.
One last read
Before the library cuts the sentence by toll.
One last champion
Before his logos show.
One last man.
Before he places the devil around his neck.
One last word.
Before they charge me for every other after.
Freedom doesn't have "a last".
Freedom is lasting.
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
My net worth is negative 20K,
With interest, that's growing every day.
Now, my starting pay’ll neighbor 60-70k
And though I have no technical skills
My friends find me dull
My talent needs work
I dismiss it all,
Go ahead,
And gas it up full,
Fork over said talent
To a Professor who ignores my attempts at a challenge.
Yes, yes, I’ll manage this round,
Though the hole's designed for a stay,
In debt, forever on the repay.
Now I'm pushing 40,
And the negative has 40 over me.
How'd I lose that bet, so clearly bad?
I thought this here was the recipe:
I'd go to school, get good grades
I’d hit that rice-only diet, labor like a slave
Occasionally crunch a wrap at Taco Bell
(Cause if it ain’t a date, you're saving still)
And while I rant, rage, and rave
I continue to dig.
If this is me caving in
Then these digit-dusted boulders
Are going to crush this twig.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
There is an old concept
A Wives' Tale some say
That in minds has been kept
And passed on to this day:
*The world has zero net
Each life has the same
Some luck in beginning
Some good in the end
Whether spread out thin
Or gathered at once
Each person holds within
A set amount of luck
For those who face hardships
Early on in their life
By the time that they're old
They'll be free from strife
And for those who live joyful
When they are still small
Will find that the end
Isn't pleasant at all
And for those with a tad
Bit more luck than the rest
Their life will be even
Awakening to rest
With small hardships spread out
From day one to the end
But ultimately we all
Have set amounts of good fortune
From birth until death
We each get our portion*
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 5:26 AM UTC