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#randomness
Life is a convection model, Moving along constantly, randomly, But that's the beauty of it right? For if nothing ever got shook up, I'd have nothing to write.
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Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 9:58 AM UTC
Life And Randomness
You don't know me. I don't know you. You pass by me, Every day, On the crowded streets. You say hello; I say goodbye. You serve me food, Ring up my beer, Tax my cigarettes. I give you money, And your life goes on. We see each other often. But you don't know me...
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Apr 22, 2023
Apr 22, 2023 at 3:57 PM UTC
You don't know me...
I found my favorite part of life: in all its randomness and uncertainties, we always find our favorites along the way and we personalize those for ourselves. It's lovely; we take our own scraps from everything -- may it be genre of movies, delicacy, fragrance, people -- piece them together, then own a wholeness that we are. Although, wholeness is just a euphoric concept; Some people may feel it, many may be patiently building theirs. Being complete is a great feeling but it's ceasing life. Be quirky and wanting -- this is the beauty of life, after all. I love listing my favorites as much as waiting for the new ones.
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Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC
Vanilla is my favorite scent.
Life is not a dice that you can roll and blame it on fate. don't you know the outcome is not a stroke of luck or random at all the moment its thrown the forces of earth, air and table - take the reins, dance together and seal your Fate.
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Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
Life is not a Dice
milk is just grass stupid questions what's music? *** is weird there must be more to life spider can i brush your teeth? i'd smile for you even though you don't deserve it
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Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
song name ideas
I believe I have more to say. I’ve been quite for a while. But not today, Time to play. I’ve been going out my way. Yes! I’m big a little over weight. Traveling from state to state. Enjoying delicacies, Yum their great! Yo, getting off track let’s set it straight. I have my truck now to transport freight. Wait!, here I go again babbling towards the end. Like you can relate we’re the best of friends. Just because you read this, You don’t need this! This isn’t medicine you don’t need sh*t. I’m just babbling again battling with in. The monster is my adrenaline. Hungry for Benjamin’s! Yes! I’m craving it still, the craving is real. We all have to eat, A snack or a meal. Just a couple of thousands to a mill period. A person can dream or wake up delirious! This coronavirus is crazy it’s too serious! We walk about it oblivious. Put our life on the line mysteriously. It affected others it won’t get to me. I’m covered by the blood, Jesus Christ! If I get infected he will save my life. What if it’s your time to go? No one knows when their debt is up. You may feel alone but what if. We’re not alone and death is next to us?
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Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 8:54 AM UTC
Randomness (Another Babble)
Born my son of youth, My pride shadowed you, Our long talks sitting outside, Your wisdom and learning astounded, You followed my career to fly, Your letters stroked my ego, Returning in uniform, So healthy and strong. Life is random and chaos, Tomorrow is a dice tossed against a wall, Struggling up my drive, Grasping a wounded leg, You was a ghost decimated by **** My heart bled, my love insane, You were weak, sick, you were meths ***** To the VA and rehab I hoped, But rules by elderly, tired, bored women closed the doors, You detoxed, and cleaned up in your high school room, Daily classes, and screening followed soon, A wife,  two girls, rounded your life, But **** called her ***** And she had exclusivity of your soul, Of your girls gone, likely a loss for evermore, We opened our hearts and all we had, To you, wife, and little daughters, Once, twice, three times many more, Our pain ebbed, but our love was true, Lastly, my wife and I had highest of hopes, Everything fell in place this time, I prayed, cried, it’s been awhile, Life is Random and Chaos, We all fell this time, no energy anymore, No hope, no faith, battered love I taste, The emptiness I feel is to great, I put it in a box, My son of youth, I can no longer shadow you, Yet Chaos and Randomness is a two edged sword.... By James Kirk-Wiggins (c) January 2020, All rights reserved
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Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 4:33 PM UTC
We Don’t Always Get Up
# *Like two streams of vapor,  intertwining; in, and then  out;;of one life, 'till the next   dance continues:  and we find ourselves once again, yet under different moments of history,   each. How can a soul desire so much that it transcends, even time-  in it's need  to find its fit, again, and again, and again..* #
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Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
re-turn/ing(s).
We the people are a Sisyphean collective our punishment: progressing humanity With fiery eyes  and frothing mouth we charge towards  its surfaces bashing those with scrawny shoulders ricochet like sparks from flint watch as we fall back how it moves a fraction of a hair length knowing that if all our efforts were combined surely, humanity would’ve accelerated But we the people are a democratic anarchy each one to their own Each thrusts towards their own direction each blow is counterbalanced by another as we foam like sea surf on a shoal crushing from all sides and our humanity crawls in place amongst us For we, the people are a paradox of will the driving, and the stalling force Insignificantly small, with significant resistance the viscous drag that ebbs and flows a choreography of chaos and confusion we are so many so many more And humanity is singular a monument to our failures its minuscule fluctuations a testament of battles fought but from a far, and from way forward it is but a speck of dust which, ever silent, floats throughout the cosmos
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Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 7:06 AM UTC
Lyrical Physics #15: Stokes - Einstein
I’m DatGuy. Maybe you’ll like. May be your type. If the temperature is rising Maybe your hyped. I think I’m hyped too. I think I like you. It’s you that I choose. Let’s be together not loose. Tighter is better. Like money is cheddar. Sunny is the weather. The truth in my words. Like a feather of a bird. Might be light but it takes flight. Do you like how I write? Do you see better at night? Do you think the sun is bright? Question, Question, Question... These suggestion I ingest them for lesson. I can’t wait till the next session I eat them for breakfast. This is my confession..I ushered them. This is my profession and I’m loving them I need to leave an impression in. The time I took...I invested in. And hope you’d be interested in..
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 4:45 PM UTC
Randomness
All this Randomness is my brain babbling. Emotions keeps traveling like candy wrappers unraveling. I’m not even on a high but I’m steady battling. My chains keep rattling cause I’m steady staggering. I need to get up and move. I need to get out this mood. I’m a chill, laidback, gaming type of dude. I’m a real, can relate that, explaining type of dude. I don’t steal, I state facts, I reveal me. (you hate that.) It won’t **** me, As long as i’m still me. (you can’t take that.) Yup!!
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Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC
Randomness (Part 4)
The brain just can’t stay focus. Thanks to these random thoughts. My words is never bogus. Only one time I felt a little hopeless. Like I had a need to be. I wasn’t seen or even noticed. I never thought my highest level would be my lowest. Now I’m telling you as a poet sticking with the motions. How tides come in..the water of the ocean. Like the rhythm of a wizard that uses a potion. There’s a type of pulse that quivers or shake. The brain tries adjust to the movement of the quake. Sometimes that one movement is all it takes. You could ruin your life with too many mistakes...
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Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
Randomness (Part 3)
Here I am again in this same ol’ spot. Same ol’ clothes with the same ol’ watch. Same type of smile, I keep smirking a lot. Call me busy cause I keep on working a lot. Trying to get what you have, what I don’t got! It’s not a lot but I want it all People say Dream Big. I guess I keep on dreaming too small. I was bent on reality it took a lot out of me. I took a breather and changed my velocity Obviously, to focus on my goals and think positivity.
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Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC
Randomness (Part 2)
Contagious Yawning Starts with one, soon everyone Yawns contagiously.
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
Random Haiku
“Do you love me” I question myself. Thinking of you, It doesn't makes sense.
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
Thoughts
When a reality becomes too much for someone, They may try to hide, they may try to run, Yet somehow they're stuck being someone they shun.   When a person tries to protect, They may lose themselves and forget, The way life makes you regret, The way your past is already set. And for those of us who feel strong, We find our strength doesn't last long, Forcing yourself to belong, Will only make you feel wrong. Don't lock emotions, unlock your empathy, Don't be too broken, you're only an entity, You don't have to cry, it won't last forever; In light, shadows will always sever. The key to happiness is only a phrase, Smiling can be classed as a repetitive phase, Except that feelings contradict it; Your heart never willing to admit this. A key to moving on is to find yourself, Some believe they can do this alone with wealth, Some think they find this by devoting to fun, But sometimes nothing has to be done. Take a breath in, Look at what you have, Try to begin, Don't be held back. Holding it in will only cause pain, Saying you're okay is a lie, Go out and maybe you'll gain, A new overall insight. Before we start, we need a way to observe, Before we continue we need a way to make light, Before we give up, we need a way to gain nerve, In life we really need to do more than try.
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC
Try
A random thought (Take it as you will): I've been in every hotel On this little hill I guess sixteen years Is enough time To see every inn I'm this road's line
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
Untitled
Centimeters were needles And meters were knives Are you coming home? Can you ever be mine?
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC
Distance
We are pieces of grass Not washing liquid, not pancakes Our blood is green, not red Our bodies are thick, with fibre We are strong! With the soil With the fellow worms and slugs We will rule nature! WE WILL NOT DIE! HUMANS WILL DO WHAT THEY DO ANIMALS WILL DO WHAT THEY DO HUMANS SHALL SQUISH US IN THOUSANDS ANIMALS SHALL ****** OUR POINTY HEADS But what we can't do IS DIE! WE WILL USE OUR BLADES! WE WILL USE OUR TIPS! TO STAB! WE WILL LEARN TAICHI! From the bugs, the butterflies and that TREE! PIECES OF GRASS WILL LIVE ON! So, my fellow pieces of grass What are you waiting for?! LIVE ON, GIVE BIRTH! GIVE WAY TO YOUR GREAT SEEDS! AND PUSH, PUSH HARD! FOR GENERATIONS AND GENERATIONS WE WILL SURVIVE! Look, look beside the nearest Seven Eleven store! LOOK AT THAT FAT PIECE OF GRASS GETTING BLOWN BY THE WIND! LOOK HOW HE SUFFERS, OF NO SOIL! We are not like any other WE CAN FLY! WE CAN TRAVEL! TO CHINA! To the most populated country! TO **** THE MOST HUMANS! We will have a secret weapon We will bring so forth PEANUT BUTTER! WE WILL NOT GIVE UP! WE MUST REMEMBER, who we are We shall make something like no other We will weave, A BASKET! PEANUT BUTTER WILL NOT BE WASTED BY THE HUMANS! WE WILL GET OUR REVENGE! WE WILL SACRIFACE OURSELVES, TO LIFT! THE PEANUT BUTTER! INTO! THE BASKET! Until the mighty lump of peanut butter is plunged onto China WE! WILL NOT! REST! Our plan, WILL WORK! Now, you may be thinking That I am just a random piece of grass on the internet, Playing a 3 millimetre laptop! But I am not just any piece of grass I CAN SPELL! I have what is called, A BRAIN! DO NOT LET THE HUMANS RUIN OUR SPELLING!
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Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
Pieces of Grass
We are pieces of grass Not washing liquid, not pancakes Our blood is green, not red Our bodies are thick, with fibre We are strong! With the soil With the fellow worms and slugs We will rule nature! WE WILL NOT DIE! HUMANS WILL DO WHAT THEY DO ANIMALS WILL DO WHAT THEY DO HUMANS SHALL SQUISH US IN THOUSANDS ANIMALS SHALL ****** OUR POINTY HEADS But what we can't do IS DIE! WE WILL USE OUR BLADES! WE WILL USE OUR TIPS! TO STAB! WE WILL LEARN TAICHI! From the bugs, the butterflies and that TREE! PIECES OF GRASS WILL LIVE ON! So, my fellow pieces of grass What are you waiting for?! LIVE ON, GIVE BIRTH! GIVE WAY TO YOUR GREAT SEEDS! AND PUSH, PUSH HARD! FOR GENERATIONS AND GENERATIONS WE WILL SURVIVE! Look, look beside the nearest Seven Eleven store! LOOK AT THAT FAT PIECE OF GRASS GETTING BLOWN BY THE WIND! LOOK HOW HE SUFFERS, OF NO SOIL! We are not like any other WE CAN FLY! WE CAN TRAVEL! TO CHINA! To the most populated country! TO **** THE MOST HUMANS! We will have a secret weapon We will bring so forth PEANUT BUTTER! WE WILL NOT GIVE UP! WE MUST REMEMBER, who we are We shall make something like no other We will weave, A BASKET! PEANUT BUTTER WILL NOT BE WASTED BY THE HUMANS! WE WILL GET OUR REVENGE! WE WILL SACRIFACE OURSELVES, TO LIFT! THE PEANUT BUTTER! INTO! THE BASKET! Until the mighty lump of peanut butter is plunged onto China WE! WILL NOT! REST! Our plan, WILL WORK! Now, you may be thinking That I am just a random piece of grass on the internet, Playing a 3 millimetre laptop! But I am not just any piece of grass I CAN SPELL! I have what is called, A BRAIN! DO NOT LET THE HUMANS RUIN OUR SPELLING!
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I walked so far And who I was, I left behind Then I found something new And now that I’ve lived this life The time has come to stop The direction has become a circle Is there a God in my midst Is it what I have already met Or what has already left? Who could expect more To walk inside a dream And then another To know what you want To become the dream But to wake up Not wondering what you saw Or if it made sense But instead knowing All the pieces were there Is it time for a new dream Or to try to live it after it is over? Can I really cross the sea When it won't let me be? The revolution is the dream But peace makes my soul free I can't tell time anymore What was so far has become today The eagles I once saw Are no longer leading the way Hovering over the waters The spirit still silently waits The promise is still being kept But this time it may be too late What can be said An entire religion has answered the question It has been said It has been lived But I have not lived it And I have not said it What is left is gripped tightly Held together by life By responsibility But is it unhealthy fight for every goal Is it when it is not who you are anymore When the challenge is not achievement But instead sanity in the midst of someone else’s dream A dream that is no longer worthy of your own A dream from which you have awaken A dream that cannot exist within your own What is real is love What is real is love What is real is love Where is the plan for this Is it to walk the streets of a crowded city To meet someone either as scared as you Or someone who is not scared at all Do you tell them who you are What you have said What has happened to you But to which face in which you see do you speak I could smile at buildings And at a poor woman cleaning the building Ask her how she feels But what if she cries Should I begin where her tears dry? Should I begin where her problems lie? Is it her problems that is love? Where in the night is the woman who lives in another city Where in the night is the woman who has heard me speak Where in the night is the woman who loves but cannot trust I made her that way And now there is something else Is it love? Is it art? Is it just to live With memories Or with hope? I have to find a way Find a way to be in my head with a new dream But the last one was so perfect And it ended the way it was written
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
Writers Block Love Clot
I walked so far And who I was, I left behind Then I found something new And now that I’ve lived this life The time has come to stop The direction has become a circle Is there a God in my midst Is it what I have already met Or what has already left? Who could expect more To walk inside a dream And then another To know what you want To become the dream But to wake up Not wondering what you saw Or if it made sense But instead knowing All the pieces were there Is it time for a new dream Or to try to live it after it is over? Can I really cross the sea When it won't let me be? The revolution is the dream But peace makes my soul free I can't tell time anymore What was so far has become today The eagles I once saw Are no longer leading the way Hovering over the waters The spirit still silently waits The promise is still being kept But this time it may be too late What can be said An entire religion has answered the question It has been said It has been lived But I have not lived it And I have not said it What is left is gripped tightly Held together by life By responsibility But is it unhealthy fight for every goal Is it when it is not who you are anymore When the challenge is not achievement But instead sanity in the midst of someone else’s dream A dream that is no longer worthy of your own A dream from which you have awaken A dream that cannot exist within your own What is real is love What is real is love What is real is love Where is the plan for this Is it to walk the streets of a crowded city To meet someone either as scared as you Or someone who is not scared at all Do you tell them who you are What you have said What has happened to you But to which face in which you see do you speak I could smile at buildings And at a poor woman cleaning the building Ask her how she feels But what if she cries Should I begin where her tears dry? Should I begin where her problems lie? Is it her problems that is love? Where in the night is the woman who lives in another city Where in the night is the woman who has heard me speak Where in the night is the woman who loves but cannot trust I made her that way And now there is something else Is it love? Is it art? Is it just to live With memories Or with hope? I have to find a way Find a way to be in my head with a new dream But the last one was so perfect And it ended the way it was written
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I was never a believer of love, of soul mates or happy endings But when I saw you sitting near the door of an old café, E.E Cummings in one hand, coffee in the other I knew you were the one. You looked so focused on the poem you were reading A furrow to your brow, a pout on your lips, A gaze so transfixed on the text, the world around you barely existed. You were in your world, and I wanted to be part of it. And as if my mind and heart had an agreement, my legs started to move Closer and closer, my hand reached the door, went inside, walked a few more steps Just a bit more I told myself, I started to reach for you, to ask if I may talk with you But before I could, you looked up at me, smiled, and the breath I didn’t know I was holding in for so long was knocked out of me. You were so beautiful. Your eyes were the shade of the finest and richest of chocolates, Your cheeks the most beautiful of roses, Your lips the perfect canvas for mine to paint, And your smile the sweetest of honeys. Closer I went and finally I reached you. I grabbed your hand, E.E Cummings shortly forgotten, sat in front of you and with all the courage I could muster, I spoke your favorite verse. “I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart. Wherever I go my dear, you go.” I looked like a lovesick fool and you looked confused. You smiled, intertwined our fingers and asked what was wrong. I said everything is fine. Ever since you allowed me to carry your heart and you carried mine, everything has been better than fine
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Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
You
I was never a believer of love, of soul mates or happy endings But when I saw you sitting near the door of an old café, E.E Cummings in one hand, coffee in the other I knew you were the one. You looked so focused on the poem you were reading A furrow to your brow, a pout on your lips, A gaze so transfixed on the text, the world around you barely existed. You were in your world, and I wanted to be part of it. And as if my mind and heart had an agreement, my legs started to move Closer and closer, my hand reached the door, went inside, walked a few more steps Just a bit more I told myself, I started to reach for you, to ask if I may talk with you But before I could, you looked up at me, smiled, and the breath I didn’t know I was holding in for so long was knocked out of me. You were so beautiful. Your eyes were the shade of the finest and richest of chocolates, Your cheeks the most beautiful of roses, Your lips the perfect canvas for mine to paint, And your smile the sweetest of honeys. Closer I went and finally I reached you. I grabbed your hand, E.E Cummings shortly forgotten, sat in front of you and with all the courage I could muster, I spoke your favorite verse. “I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart. Wherever I go my dear, you go.” I looked like a lovesick fool and you looked confused. You smiled, intertwined our fingers and asked what was wrong. I said everything is fine. Ever since you allowed me to carry your heart and you carried mine, everything has been better than fine
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The stars aren't they beautiful? As they shine down on us and show us the way. Like little eyes watching over us.
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
Untitled
The mysterious pregnancy of the present moment. Call it hazard, randomness whatever you like. Contained in that moment, all the possibilities of life. The locus of existence. Whatever you do could change everything. You are 21 and sitting in a bar. You walk out the door and turn right. One life looms. Hazard. You walk out the door and turn left. A different life. Hazard. You stay at the bar; someone sits down beside you. A third life opens up. Hazard. Forget choice. You didn't choose, you just unthinkingly did. Yet so many possibilities in that innocent instant. Mythic, timeless, un-contemporary. Powerful as a Black Hole. We speak of good choices, bad choices, as if we control our lives absolutely. Wrong. Worse than wrong: absurd. Ego. You believe yourself a god? First comes the random hazardous moment, numinous and fecund with an unknown power. Choice only follows that moment. You choose within the arena of hazard. Only then, thumbs up or down.
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
Hazard