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Melting angel wings on the windshield Catching hissing beetles with vinegar Hear them murmor profanity in a jar Firefly apathy withdrawing their fading yet electric glow Each season I observe less light year by cascading decade The swoon of the summer chaotic Suspended by the curse of the hourglass Skinning my eyes on simmering sunbeams blessed by euphoria Esoteric practices bring on the light Buried are the pleasures I deny myself Geometric shapes & religious ruin Displayed symbols of old capture me Books of alchemy smell of earthen dust Wireless connectivity ever pulsing- chugging like a passenger train The electricity of your heart keeps me awake & breathing Zealots are now snared by the honeypot The last breathing light of midnight comes to me in dreams Mirroring, lunar illumination grows as it crosses my windowsill My threshold holds my eternal halo in place for the moratorium O Divine Architect, looking down at me with glassy eyes Smite me with your cold, unimpressed hand
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May 2
May 2, 2026 at 7:33 AM UTC
Room No. 3327
A battery powered car With the capacity for love Was never meant to run Never meant to drive far without sputtering out A capacity for love Is a capacity for hope Hope it will last Hope it is worth staying and grieving for This machine requires A carburetor ready for ruin Ready for heartbreak and trusty mechanics known as Alcohol and gasoline To patch up and be resold To pass through another's hands To be constrained once again to a radius of desperation But to be a machine — to be a good one Means driving far Means being unemotional and Free Is that freedom worth it? Is it worth switching from ethanol to Electric if it means not Loving the fuel and the earth And the hands that grip and repair? The truth is, I suppose You cannot survive in this place If you actually cared for it
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Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 10:47 PM UTC
A Tesla Could Never Love You Like I Do
Nobody Saw this coming In unison they begin All media nose a joint Same talking points Teslas are burning Obscenities churning Bullhorns are turning Domestic terrorist Molotov cocktail Concerted effort In the streets Citizens last To speak Destruction without missing a beat 11 states thus far, drum beats fire heats. Destroying Tesla Buildings and Cars Private information Public made known Hacking systems they condone Targeting Tesla owners destroy Terrorist  play games power decoy Elon Guilty by association Trump Elon Works free, SpaceX DOGE astronaut’s home no reprieve He exposed their ***** secrets American citizens believe truth No longer can they hide uncouth What was hid is now openly known Foot notes I tried to make a picture of a face and body in a sitting position. I think I captured the face pretty well the perfect protruding nose . just like a government official their nose in everybody’s business. This is what I call WORD ART Inspired songs 1)Terrorist By Novelist ( official music video ) YouTube 2) True Story By Jimmy Cliff 3) Born in The U.S.A By Bruce Springsteen
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Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 4:38 AM UTC
America under Fire Domestic Terrorist
Tesla stock is up again, Guess that's good for Elon. Though I think we're all real sick of him, And the stink he calls "Musk."
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Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 1:52 PM UTC
TSLA +1.83
Folks ask why I chose Elon as my guy, Smart and tough Knows how to fight even when rough, Let him loose To put woke projects in the noose, Cause a stir For progressives to deter, Stop the rot That placed us all in this garotte. Act with haste Take a sledgehammer to the waste, Clean up house Never mind who first we douse, Set the scene For what will come not what has been, Make us great Stem the voices that insidiously berate, Make us strong Choose what's right and not what's clearly wrong, Pull as one Don't cheat and steal then simply run, Trust in him For the fate of all excesses will be grim, Trust in me See how great united we can be.
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Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
The Sledgehammer - in Trumps own words
it is the defining answer as to why in the infinite measurement of time we are quickly fading as a species the heroes and those given the gift of genius quietly silenced in the shadows in the whispers that fade quickly like dreams the light of untethered thought the discoveries that lay in wait to bring us to an enlightened world are crushed by the deviants the malicious the maggotry that userp and violate the natural progression of mankind more brazen they have become more defined are their goals unflinching in their task these oligarchs who see utopia as a world under their control they ****** they destroy they bury all ideas and creations that interfere with their burning desire for personal gain greed owns them greed drives them and in the end will come darkness
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Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 9:45 AM UTC
The Death of Genius and Heroes
Tesla, Tesla symphony orchestra Harmony of tech and art Your charisma drives me crazy You’re the car that drives me mad Oh Tesla my love, Tesla my love A love for a lifetime Oh Tesla mi amor, tesla mi amor Amor por la vida No more spark plugs to replace No more oil to change and waste No more gas to buy and burn No transmission tricks to learn San Francisco to LA We’ll blast our playlist all the way For three hundred eighty miles In romantic mode we’ll stay Oh Tesla my love, Tesla my love A love for a lifetime When I saw you it was not a love at first site I couldn't believe that beauty and intelligence Could co-exist so peacefully Oh Tesla my love, Tesla my love A love for a lifetime Oh Tesla mi amor, Tesla mi amor Amor por la vida No more power steering leak No more engine there to tweak No more opening the hood No emission test for good To the moon TSLA Autopilot all the way For a quarter million miles In romantic mode we’ll stay Oh Tesla mi amor, Tesla mi amor Amor por la vida Tesla, Tesla symphony orchestra Harmony of tech and art Your charisma drives me crazy You’re the car that drives me mad Oh Tesla my love, Tesla my love A love for a lifetime...
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Jul 21, 2022
Jul 21, 2022 at 4:04 AM UTC
Tesla my love
Edison was an ***** but Tesla a true gentleman of scientific progress and even though they do not know we are simply looking through the papers of life''s nature; life flows like B u t t e r f l i e s --> and someday rocks will sing ; 'we wish you love and we wish you peace' yea oh yea oh yea wish we lived within a better time than now now-now no hearse pulls a u-hall behind it now-now if you give it away give it all away i say and moths have no feed-time on a closet of emptiness as empty heads require no hats -- there-there; who wears a real hat these days? Sinking waters hold ships tighter than leather- skin and she was a grand woman with a long neck and longer abdomen -- forgive the orchids for they ate her and spat up fluorescent pink angel hair. ::02.22.2020::
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Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 10:58 AM UTC
SCIENTIFIC PROGRESS EATS HUMANITY
The Secrets It is mind which brings for what you yearn; This is the gist of book by Byrne. “Thoughts are contagious.” I changed mine. “Let them be positive” said Einstein Energy, frequency and vibes you ever knew Are the secrets in Tesla's view. What Buddha had told made my head reel; “You can attract what you feel.” “If you think you lack nothing” said Lao Tzu “The whole world belongs to you.” S. Bharat
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Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 12:06 PM UTC
The Secrets
Moonlit sky Why Do you try To lie? I see through the treacherous waste of time and space Saturn and Jupiter make you look stupider You talk through Uranus Milky way You say? Maybe Some day! Satellite saddle bright ride the horse Ursa's delight Universe Witche's curse Hide dark matter In your purse Atom, quark In New York Higgs-Boson Keep your nose on Big Bang Big Crunch Do not mention The 12th dimension Let's all send our cars to Mars! Maybe the aliens Will choose ours?
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC
Galaxy Note
We’re riding, feels more like flying, because this car, feels more like a spaceship, used to ride in a hybrid with eyes red, now I ride a Tesla clean as a whistle, used to use the pen as a sword, now I use my laptop as a missile, sorry I’m not sorry if I missed you, didn’t intentionally diss you, just been focused zoning on my poems, keeping it going with my mind on the mission, listen, this is the future, most are out to lunch better catch up, this isn’t a **** it sandwich this is blessing dressing, not an invalid salad but an important portion so pay attention when addressing us, fck, trying not to cuss too much, but what the fck, sometimes too much isn’t even enough, probably heard that before, probably didn’t know that was my line, see when over a million people have read your words, your words get rewritten time after time, rewritten but not bitten see there’s a difference, and yeah I know that the difference is a line and that line’s fine, and it’s crossed when the message is lost and the spirit leaves the body, but it’s not when I hear the words repeated in songs and I know those words are mine, because when I know other people also know albeit sublimely, I guess that’s what happens when your work outgrows you, when you hear words you wrote in songs and quotes, and it gives you that potent mix of anxiety and adrenaline, which leads you to speeding by throttling the clutch like a throat, heading north on America’s most west coast road, going 100 MPH with no MPG up the PCH, no MPG because the ride is all electric, like we are running in this lifelong race, racin’ with Jaden we ride out to our Topanga hideout, got a whole 10 acre mountain top up there, where we go to get ghost when we need to get away from foolish folks, from their flashing lights Hellish cellphones and all their blank faced phony stares, riding, feels more like flying, because this car, feels more like a spaceship… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
Racin’ With Jaden (Rideout To The Hideout)
We’re riding, feels more like flying, because this car, feels more like a spaceship, used to ride in a hybrid with eyes red, now I ride a Tesla clean as a whistle, used to use the pen as a sword, now I use my laptop as a missile, sorry I’m not sorry if I missed you, didn’t intentionally diss you, just been focused zoning on my poems, keeping it going with my mind on the mission, listen, this is the future, most are out to lunch better catch up, this isn’t a **** it sandwich this is blessing dressing, not an invalid salad but an important portion so pay attention when addressing us, fck, trying not to cuss too much, but what the fck, sometimes too much isn’t even enough, probably heard that before, probably didn’t know that was my line, see when over a million people have read your words, your words get rewritten time after time, rewritten but not bitten see there’s a difference, and yeah I know that the difference is a line and that line’s fine, and it’s crossed when the message is lost and the spirit leaves the body, but it’s not when I hear the words repeated in songs and I know those words are mine, because when I know other people also know albeit sublimely, I guess that’s what happens when your work outgrows you, when you hear words you wrote in songs and quotes, and it gives you that potent mix of anxiety and adrenaline, which leads you to speeding by throttling the clutch like a throat, heading north on America’s most west coast road, going 100 MPH with no MPG up the PCH, no MPG because the ride is all electric, like we are running in this lifelong race, racin’ with Jaden we ride out to our Topanga hideout, got a whole 10 acre mountain top up there, where we go to get ghost when we need to get away from foolish folks, from their flashing lights Hellish cellphones and all their blank faced phony stares, riding, feels more like flying, because this car, feels more like a spaceship… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
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Working parts and mechanisms, charts and graphs and mannerisms, a table, pencil, square and mitre... eraser marks, sweat drops, -go lighter! A thought or two and ponderance... Decimal here and decimal there, -micron adjustment now we're square... Up all night until daylight dawn and finally I've fixed the Krong! A thought or two and ponderance... To the factory arrive before eight and finished, furnished, a model late... A handheld one and something larger, humanity saved by my charger! A thought or two and ponderance... 10 years long after planet saved, They'll be parades and accolades... Statues, tributes, my name in text-books, but no one, never, a second look! Never to worry on life again... ..I did it, I reset the world; begin. And did it all with Earth's mighty spin.
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
K.R.O.N.G.
It is beginning. Mouse on the C Mouse on the keys Photovoltaic benjamins New cologne: Mars Musk X marks the interstellar profit Build-a-baby with CRISPR-Cas9 Mouse jumping playing "Für Elise" Are words worthy of the afternoon? Does the value offer gain an interest? Nicholas coils are being insistent. Mouse waving, saying, "see! Will you follow me?" Scampers toward ignited rockets I'll follow him into the gold rush
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
The Gold Rush of 2017
Your tiny hiccups break the silence of a room full of mechanical people with their perfectly rehearsed Cheshire Cat grins and I move like a marionette puppet that had too much coffee except this interruption in my system is caused by the electricity that surged through my stomach when we locked eyes so now I feel sick but in an oddly pleasant way I'm sure Tesla would have been so ecstatic about our spark
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 9:33 AM UTC
Nikola
No we're not learning about inventors. No we're not learning about scientists. If we were, that would be great, But we're not, Instead we're learning about lying thieves, And overrated ones at that. We should be learning about real inventors, That didn't steal ideas from others, And were lucky enough not to have ideas stolen from them, Like George Westinghouse. We should be learning about real inventors, And real scientists, That sadly went unrecognized, Because their ideas were stolen, By so called inventors, That were in reality total jerks, Like Nikola Tesla, And Rosalind Franklin. However, instead of learning about true inventors like them, We're learning about the likes of Thomas Edison, Guglielmo Marconi, James Watson, And Francis Crick. Here's a "fun fact" about Thomas Edison, He promised Nikola Tesla 50 grand, In exchange for fixing his machines. However, when Nikola Tesla was finished, Several months later, He not only didn't pay Tesla, He mocked him for asking, He said that he was joking, And according to some, he was offered a raise of 10 dollars According to others, he asked for a raise, and was denied it, Either way, Tesla quit. Here's a "fun fact" about Guglielmo Marconi, He didn't invent the radio, Nikola Tesla did. However, Marconi pulled an Edison, And stole Tesla's invention from him. Luckily, although sadly too late, Tesla was rewarded the patent. Here's a "fun fact" about James Watson and Francis Crick, They took credit for Franklin's discovery. Why do we have to sit in social studies, Listening to Youtube videos, And reading books, And doing plays, That people created for school kids, About so called inventors. When instead, We could be reading books, Listening to Youtube videos, And doing plays, That we created ourselves, About real inventors. I want to get a real education. I want to learn about the truth, Instead of lies. So please teachers, Principals, Superintendents, Common Core Professionals, State Test Professionals, Please let us learn about the truth, Please don't make us learn about lies.
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
A poem by Olive Goldstein, a character I created!
No we're not learning about inventors. No we're not learning about scientists. If we were, that would be great, But we're not, Instead we're learning about lying thieves, And overrated ones at that. We should be learning about real inventors, That didn't steal ideas from others, And were lucky enough not to have ideas stolen from them, Like George Westinghouse. We should be learning about real inventors, And real scientists, That sadly went unrecognized, Because their ideas were stolen, By so called inventors, That were in reality total jerks, Like Nikola Tesla, And Rosalind Franklin. However, instead of learning about true inventors like them, We're learning about the likes of Thomas Edison, Guglielmo Marconi, James Watson, And Francis Crick. Here's a "fun fact" about Thomas Edison, He promised Nikola Tesla 50 grand, In exchange for fixing his machines. However, when Nikola Tesla was finished, Several months later, He not only didn't pay Tesla, He mocked him for asking, He said that he was joking, And according to some, he was offered a raise of 10 dollars According to others, he asked for a raise, and was denied it, Either way, Tesla quit. Here's a "fun fact" about Guglielmo Marconi, He didn't invent the radio, Nikola Tesla did. However, Marconi pulled an Edison, And stole Tesla's invention from him. Luckily, although sadly too late, Tesla was rewarded the patent. Here's a "fun fact" about James Watson and Francis Crick, They took credit for Franklin's discovery. Why do we have to sit in social studies, Listening to Youtube videos, And reading books, And doing plays, That people created for school kids, About so called inventors. When instead, We could be reading books, Listening to Youtube videos, And doing plays, That we created ourselves, About real inventors. I want to get a real education. I want to learn about the truth, Instead of lies. So please teachers, Principals, Superintendents, Common Core Professionals, State Test Professionals, Please let us learn about the truth, Please don't make us learn about lies.
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How Edison and Tesla warred To be the first to capture light. A replacement for fire And an ode to the sun. Guiding travelers Across sky, land, and seas. Balming my hungry skin with rays When I’m jonesing for the sunshine. Bringing life to what was once still Shadows dance across glowing plains. Illumination to our world No longer constrained by dawn and dusk. The power of storms harnessed To fuel our weapon against the dark. Transcending to be hopes beacon Against all fear. Miniaturized to be as small as a dot Oh how we hunger for our light.
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Lightbulb