#preparation
What’s the relation
Of your explanation?
It’s off the subject we’re on!
Alphabet soup,
And Greek loop-the-loop,
Alpha, phi, beta? – Come on!
With little persuasion
You form an equation:
x + y = z.
“What happened to numbers,”
Will mumble the stumblers.
“What happened to 1, 2, and 3?”
Yet numbers are few
For one such as you -
A master of hieroglyphics.
A genius needs not
What others need taught
To hell with a few good specifics.
Yet you say not to worry,
Take my time and not hurry.
Relax! Be calm! Take a rest!
Though perhaps you are right,
What then for tonight?
Tomorrow’s the day of the test!
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
Sitting alone at home/
in the eerie glow of our
phone or watching the
world through our TV/
we may or may not care/ because we know we're
not there/ but what will
we do when we will be!
But the answer can't be/
"I will just face it when it
happens to me,"/ because
in these turbulent and
often violent times of the
21st century/ we must diligently and passionately focus daily on understanding
ignorance and hatred so
we can at least be helpful
in diffusing volatile
personal and social
situations when we are
faced with them head-on!
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 8:17 PM UTC
Dive deep into those domes we go
Soil, h2o, building homes we go
Not ***** water but damp soil to grow
Planting seeds of love for Hope.
Dirt brick houses can't hide the snow
To cuddle closer whats needed is cold
Melted into mud
For the first time i'm not afraid of deep water
Before we bloom the flowers Bud
The seasons change, the sea gets hotter
"April showers bring may flowers."
Fall leaves may bring powers
Rising up at early hours
Building blocks
Foundations for summer towers
Kingdoms that we now know are ours
Condensation
Precipitation
Participation in the cycles
Team work to build disciples
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 11:03 AM UTC
The Helm of Salvation, Shield of Faith,
Cingulum of Truth, Breastplate of Right-useness…
shod with Boots of Manifest Destiny, stomping out
Liberty and Justice for those deemed included
beguiled and given extra days,
to learn assisted thinking
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Look at me, admitting to myself
and to you, of course, I expect
ready writers, on course, see
without a vision, a what if,
or a wonder if, we perish.
Wishing utter evil away,
or praying, either way,
with confidence, say,
perhaps perish, said,
totally means wholly, done
perish per
ire(n.)
c. 1300, from Old French ire
"anger, wrath, violence" (11c.),
from Latin ira "anger, wrath, rage, passion,"
from PIE root *eis- (1),
forming various words denoting passion
(source also of Greek hieros
"filled with the divine, holy,"
oistros "gadfly,"
originally
"thing causing madness;"
Disinterested parties may depart,
all intention to hate faces a Y here
if you choose, or chose a milisec back
you know, this is the first time, ever
anyone with your capacity, once,
establish, right now, your tale
is being recorded in those legendary books
of Lucretius and a local muse in the desert,
the books of life, those where precepts
keep here and there, here as there
and so on
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Poetic Cosmology Human Ratio Rebalance,
known numbers of life producing galaxies,
one,
known numbers of galaxies
~
There are likely
around 100 billion galaxies similar
to ours in the observable universe,
though the answer depends entirely
on how strict your definition of "similar" is.
To get
to this number, we have
to filter the total population
of the universe
through a series
of specific criteria—moving
from broad similarities to exact "twins."
If you tighten the criteria
to include detailed structure—specifically a "barred" spiral with similar chemical composition and star formation rate—the number drops significantly.
A study analyzing 10,000 galaxies found that while many looked like the Milky Way at a glance, only ~0.5% were true "compact twins" with matching chemical fingerprints and structural ratios.
• Result: 0.5% of 2 trillion total galaxies = ~10 billion.
• Refinement: If you restrict it further to galaxies that also live in a quiet neighborhood like ours (the "Local Sheet"), simulations suggest we are even rarer, potentially lowering the count to the hundreds of millions.
From <https://gemini.google.com/app/eb03b083f94da14f>
What a poet's license does these days, and a fiver
will get a good cup of coffee these days… and
wish you could think and read at once…
Or think and leave a trail,
just by thinking it thunk.
As a habit,
as a manner
adapted for setting mind
on peaceful pursuits, praying
within one's individuated self,
a project, a mental window
into a thought procession
up from species intuition
swallowing
in the course of human events,
we have days, whole never lived days,
just ius to say for my own free usages,
you surely grasp at whims sometimes,
you certainly affirm unconscious agreement,
you believed effectuality is generally subjective,
subs and sups and epi and ana alathatstufft, true
some time, one thing happens first, that's ordinary
true, some things wish to happen never do, so true,
too, this thing you are readily thinking through,
breathe, we breathe, breathe, we be breathing.
Same pace some place any time.
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Wait, hours, minutes, remind first timers, all of this,
for me, is borrowed time, or gracious sakes alive, I am
breathing now these 700 and some days, since dying,
if it were now, 1968, and in a medivac, my heart stops
then I'm dead, that did not happen, now I am acting
on my own dammed dreams,
yes, I explain, plain make per fectual ef fectual agency
to call a we forum of two or more,
before we agree to pray, say aloud, oh my lord,
what is this fool thinking,
what if this man is saying
what is in my core just true?
Jello time, slow gelling pleroma consciousness,
just imagine, slowly breathing acknowledging God,
the idea, the mind of, not for, Christ, he in me,
the spirit the air is running Christmas caroling,
the season, on earth, as it is in every such place,
Old journals leave old impressions, but, you must
obey the urges to maintain some worldly worth,
only contend if in truth we have agreed, worthy
call, on any pending promise, if we made it this far,
we would thank goodness and offend no atheist.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 10:53 PM UTC
Your songs sweeten this bitter passing
Rudder me through to calmer waters.
Your words secure my departing
Restore my shredded sails
For this last crossing.
But first let me stay a story longer,
Tell me a tale from our voyages together:
Of past storms soothed,
Of old foes bested.
And so ready me to weather this course
To its end.
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 5:13 PM UTC
The tables are set,
we are care-free, nervously --
our feast has begun.
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 2:02 AM UTC
We’re playing the long game.
We share things, we’re lovers,
we slip in and out of each other’s lives
like jackets hanging on the back of a door.
Relationships are like instruments,
they must be played, kept in tune,
the carnal and the corny balanced,
carefully, like sections of an orchestra.
Sometimes, I feel that I have to bring the energy,
BE the entertainment - and I can do that - in spades
but not forever - I’m not a tireless-giver - in fact,
I'm atavistically Parisien (we admit loving nothing).
I’m learning that when a relationship’s conducted,
at great remove, the basics - like punctuality,
dependability and preparation - become a big deal.
When I’m in an optimistic headspace, I think we can do it,
maybe, that we know what we want and who we are.
That we’re playing the long game
Nov 15, 2023
Nov 15, 2023 at 4:37 PM UTC
'Practice makes perfect' is a Damoclesian carrot fastened with erudite string.
•
Its bite mentally drops.
•
Practice is the whetstone of preparation.
&
Perfecting, the work of The Spirit.
© Qwey.ku 2023
Jan 29, 2023
Jan 29, 2023 at 7:40 PM UTC
how do you get a boilover?
you can turn up the heat
add more water
or increase the pressure
of course, you're using a melting ***
so there might be some difference
in how much you'd need of each, respectively
no past recipe can really offer preparation
the water's not the same
the temperatures' change
and pressure varies wildly
from kitchen to kitchen
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 11:57 AM UTC
Autumn wants attention today
as she tosses leaves
into cool, crisp air
Autumn wants attention today
as my flip flops are thrown
off my porch
into a pile of crunchy leaves
There is a chill
It makes me awake, more prescient
There is a chill
Have I prepared?
Autumn wants attention today
as she tosses what's no longer needed aside
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 3:48 PM UTC
Sometimes it’s stressful
when I’m unprepared
and nervous, because
I fear they might think
I’m not doing my job.
But when I feel good
having put in work
and seeing it all
pay off, I feel
amazed at
the fear
that no
longer
taunts
me
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 3:43 AM UTC
Finders keepers,
Losers weepers.
You're the prey
And I'm the seeker.
Hunt you down,
Leave you in pieces,
Hold me back
I really need this!
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 8:03 PM UTC
For my love I have a plan
So much to do - oh man
This plan so grand
For so long I have planned -
Now to spill
Oh, what a thrill!
So much to do
And all for you
My love, I don’t mind
But oh time I’m not sure I can find
Ah, oh well!
All shall be swell!
After all, it is for you that I fell.
First I must clean the house;
I must sweep the downstairs,
My anxiety I must dowse
Oh but who cares
I must sweep the porch and walkway,
Tell him, “Come, go this way!”
No dust at his feet
Take him inside and from the heat
I must clean the table,
Oh I hope I am able
Make sure on my feet I’m not unstable
Oh my dizzy spells
Are tiny hells
I must clean the placemats,
Shoo away the pesky cats
Little things get their fur everywhere
Oh but who gives a care
I must clear the clutter from the piano,
Think of my friend the soprano
She’s a good singer
But slow to answer her ringer
Then I must decorate;
Oh this house no one shall hate
Besides I, I suppose
Oh, I think I’ll give him a rose!
I must put the carpetes on the piano,
Nevermind the soprano
What a voice
On the carpetes I can put flowers or candles
With no handles
Oh what a choice!
I must place the smooth stones and flowers in the walkway,
Make them say, “Hey, come this way!”
Inviting him in
Oh, his heart I did win
This is a celebration of my love
Just for my Love
I must place the stool by the door,
Place his card on it and oh not the floor
Hope he likes it and keeps it
Hope he knows I am of wit
I must put the ribbon downstairs,
I don’t know if he cares
But I certainly do
Oh Love, I do this all for you
Next I must cook and bake;
I must make the steak,
Get the recipe from my stepdad
Oh I sure hope he’s glad
I can make this myself
And have a picture on the shelf
I must make the mashed potatoes,
No, I won’t touch the tomatoes
Those are for next week
Not my dinner to cook
I’m not that weak
I can be a good cook
I must bake the brownies,
They say you can smell them for counties
I hope they taste sweet
And not like feet
Finally I must get myself ready;
I must shower, clean my hair and body,
So I’m not still plastered with sweat
Oh and I bet
You’ll just look so good
Just like I know you would
I must wear something nice,
No, it will not be of high price
If it were I would leave it hanging
Like the photographs overhanging
In my room
Where roses bloom
I must do something with my hair,
Not that anyone would care
None but I
Still I try
I must put my lotion on,
This cracked flesh it must go upon
To heal me
Of this eczema I wish to be free
After all that;
I will give my arm a pat
An indication for him to take it
This great planning a display of my wit
I shall walk him to the door
Read him the card then read no more
Escort him inside
The dogs both aside
Have him pick a seat
While ready is the potatoes and tender meat
To be served
I supposed I would be observed
As I bring him a plate
Oh this is so great!
Ask him if he would like a drink
Once poured, our glasses will clink
A sign of good fortune and luck
And as I gaze into those eyes, I am lovestruck
We shall dine
Oh this heart of mine
Beating loudly in its cage
As tonight I have taken center stage
And brought all the light just for my Love
After we dine,
After I gaze into those eyes divine,
I bring out dessert
It won’t be too hot, so it won’t hurt
Once dessert is through
I’ll look to you
And ask what you would like to do
A movie, perhaps?
Seated side by side, a blanket on our laps
My hand in yours
Holding me, this ensures
My mind may wander
Oh the things that silently ponder
Whilst I am by your side.
- Jay M
January 30th, 2020
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 1:15 PM UTC
I’m the queen of overthinking so you have to know that I’m overthinking things each night that goes by, afraid that you must have, or will, changed your mind.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC
Accepting
and preparing myself
to experience
my body becoming older
and my bodily-functions diminishing
towards death
brings me peace of mind.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 5:44 AM UTC
Accepting
that my body will probably become sick
into the future,
and preparing myself
to experience the sickness
and improve my health,
brings me peace of mind.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 5:32 AM UTC
Bread from waxed paper packet
a childhood memory of mum making tea
snow white, thick sliced
fringed with a brown crust
comfortingly heavy, ****** smelling
the butter pleases me
covered under the tub lid
with a coated paper peeled back
to reveal a thick golden slab of
churned cream easily spread, cold
straight from the fridge onto waiting
fibrous surface, allowing it to sink in
cheese in a yellow block, related to
the butter in so many ways, dairy
a long lost brother, sliced thick with
a proper knife with the pointed curved
tip, designed to ***** and pick up
each slice, placing carefully on the bed
prepared for it to rest, ready for the final
ochre coloured element, mustard, from
a glass jar using a teaspoon, to dollop
before resting a second buttered slice
on top to make a creation, a taste sensation
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
There you are,
You pile of steaming hot crap,
I knew you were watching me,
And so I was on the lookout,
Why do you always turn up,
At the most inopportune time?,
Can't you see I'm busy?,
Can't you see I'm content?,
you sneak around leaving black sludge,
Shovelling despair and anguish into my bag,
Making it heavier as the minutes drift,
So heavy, I can't carry it much further,
I see you,I saw you and yet,
There's sweet FA I can do about it,
Other than crouch down and endure the deluge,
So bring it, let's have it,
Because, when you're done,
I may be broken, but alive,
I will be on my knees to be sure but,
I will always get up.. Always......
(C) [email protected] 06/05/2019
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 5:43 AM UTC
To those who
Judge
Your present
Never rush
Vibrate higher
Dream bigger
Have trust
On better
Future
And that's
Something
Different
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
It may be a truism but optimists cant escape it....
No one is right all of the time.
The only difference there has ever been is the frequency between being wrong and right.
When an optimist falls in the woods only the pessimists will notice.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 2:57 AM UTC
If I made a poem that sang to the seas
and whispered to the winds,
Would the winds remember what was whispered?
And when I sang to the seas, should they see the secrets sunk into my subconscious?
The winds won't ever wander where I once have.
The seas never will stare solemnly at the stormy sky.
Seems that it is worthless.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC
white pages before me
pure as snow
no mark, no scratch
no story to show
page after page
waiting to be used
patient, at peace
excited, and amused
each page a day
of the future world
anticipating the time
when their purpose will unfold
who will be a part of them?
everyone but those yet to be
who will enjoy them most?
the people who now get ready
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
Starting to study
At 12:00 in the night,
So, me or sleep
Who will win the fight.
10 chapters, 10 hours
The statistics are clear,
Earth sees its apocalypse
And the end is coming near.
Trying hard not to sleep
And a lot harder to study,
Wasted so much time
As if were in no hurry.
Two pages are done
But that’s not enough,
333 more pages to go,
The night's gonna be rough.
Still 10 chapters to go
And hours left are five,
Amidst the chaos
How I'm going to survive?
Now turning the pages
Faster than vin diesel’s car,
Reading all at once
I'm a studying superstar!
Then trying to pray
To all new and old gods.
Wars have been won
Against the greater odds.
(In the exam hall)
Question paper be like
It was from outer space,
Somehow I survived
Making it a great chase.
After a few answers
And a long staring at wall,
Gathering myself,
I left the exam hall !
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC