#trading
Scenario 1:
Mr President:
"Good news, the war will end soon"
Stock prices rise.
Expected behaviour.
Scenario 2:
Anonymous person buys $1.5 billion
value of futures, based on no publically
available information.
5 minutes later.
Mr President:
"Good news, the war will end soon"
Stock prices rise.
Anonymous person makes
$100s millions in 5 minutes.
Odd behaviour.
I wonder who it was, Mr President?
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 1:46 AM UTC
I wish I could accurately depict
Exactly how this feels
Maybe you would understand
My wounds won't ever heal
Want you to walk my shoes
You can drag heavy feet along
Cloud of depression overhead
Wandering where it went wrong
To see from my point of view
Have to exchange our eyes
You would have to cry my tears
Then you'd realize
Switch bodies for a day
You'll get how lonely I am
Sitting on empty bed
Too much time on my hands
Let's swap brains for a bit
You can be flooded with thoughts
Seemingly endless questions
Memories twisting to knots
If you borrowed tongue
Owned my voice instead
Would taste the copper flavor of blood
From biting back bitter words unsaid
I long to change places
At least emotions
I'd splash in a shallow puddle
You'd drown in my oceans
I bow head in defeat
Will never get why I am blue
Would suggest trading hearts
I already gave mine to you
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 3:33 AM UTC
if I were you
what would you have done?
would you have shut your mouth?
would you have conformed?
would you have won?
if I were you
would you have been counted
would I have needed to be brave?
would I have chosen to stay the same?
would I have found a reason to stay?
we can ask these questions
until questions no longer exist
either way,
we won't find out the answers
we will never be trading places
Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 11:46 PM UTC
Is there a vaccine
that stops us being mean?
Ready for Homeless and Queen!
A vaccine that heals this routine
And keeps you away from the slot machine;
That makes economics less obscene;
That will wash every sin, dry clean;
And will keep you forever at nineteen?
A minus 70° vaccine to fight global warming and be green.
Maybe you don’t need a vaccine
If you travel in a limousine!
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 5:27 AM UTC
Trading life for death isn't the countermeasure for strife! As it is very "politely" too say that life mocks the complete scenario of death itself. However, if you actually started to take a little closer look at ourselves in general... You'd come to say that our very lives, aren't so different when death essentially claims them. Only when it is time for our lives to become entirely subjected upon deaths desire to appoint life to crumble at deaths very feet. Life in deaths very comparison for an opposite comparison, is seeing that it's nothing but "dust at one's very toes". But when life is about to crumble and seemingly turn into a crumbling dustless ash... It see's itself (for the very first time ever) plead too death in such a way as if it's begging at it's very, well...feet! Revealing it's form of crumbling dustless ash, even before it's become aware of that very state. As all life ever wanted (after coming to the final point in it's very supposed fluid ride of existence) was to hope for a nice ending! Until finding out that death wasn't so merciful!
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 4:56 PM UTC
At the end of it all, what were we trading for?
A brain inside our skull, spending it for muck!
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 4:43 PM UTC
~for Wendy ~
with my almost two years old poetry advisor,
who loves her Sunday rituals, an extra sabbath,
of waffles and Shrek, kid’s gym and artistic endeavors,
cozying up with Nana and siblings in a big old bed,
snacking and chewing on the good silk sheets
as always, she and and I go off to have an intellectual conversation,
letting the older ones to do kid stuff, while we converse and debate
topics of nature vs. nurture, the weather vs. climate change,
and the future of everything, unbeknownst to everyone else
which is greater, love or honor, she inquires,
sensing my thoughts are preoccupied with matters of honor...
as she strokes my itchy, scratchy day old face,
insuring her having my full attention, while
taking advantage of my loving weakness
grandpa:
honor over everything my opening gambit,
while she coyly harrumphs in response,
one can love without reason for such are
our natural souls programmed,
but honor needs concentration and contemplation,
and if done right,
then love will surely follow!
She-Woman:
ah ha! once again you sidle up to nurture,
cause love is too inexplicable,
old man, old man, did I not love you before
any season of reason crossed my brow,
and my vocabulary consisted of just
more, no, toy and hungry
what did I know of Aristotle, logic, codes of conduct,
the definition of honor yet abstract,
while love is nature’s illogical construct,
coming first without restrictions,
while honor is malleable and
property of the eye of the beholder
grandpa:
wise beyond your tears, you are, and unquestionably correct,
but while coming first, love cannot last,
until cover-coated with honor,
for honor gives us the because, and locks down the why,
honor gives the insight, the rationale, the rules of how to say
yes and no, when love is tendered and an R.S.V.P. is requested
She-Woman:
absent experience, for now will concede,
but be warned this is not over,
fo you have not brought me a definition of what truly honor be
grandpa:
honor is the housing of love, and though you granted me your favor,
comes the day that you will demand proofs that
what was unearthed & unearned
is now earned, a course in credit, a baccalaureate in life’s lanes,
when to heed them, when to crossover, when to say I do, I do,
no to someone else alone, and yes to your honorable self
She-Woman:
adult double speak, I suspect, and you will rue the day
when forced to concede, with a wrenched
‘child, I do not know,’
meanwhile change my diaper
after I karate chop your knee
Grandpa:
yes child, but know, two of your requests/notifications are
honorable acts and/know real love can be ONLY be exchanged
tween honorable humans
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 10:05 AM UTC
Look
Feel
Sequence
Ratios
Forming the spiral
Beauty found well within nature
Conscious and unconscious patterns forming everywhere
Support and resistance levels formed around fear and greed of people in markets
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
I'm trading tender for splendor:
The loss of sweat, not-so-tragic.
I'll build up my blisters for whispers:
Spells recited in habit.
Dollars can buy what I seek:
It doesn't take many to have it.
The strange, the odd, the mystique:
The flowers painted by rabbits.
The song played by the beach:
The harp without hands to grab it.
Nature has cradled my needs:
The order created by savage.
We pay for all of these things:
Even chance has stated this adage.
I know this from my own beliefs:
The months living as addict.
They blurred, and flew on the wings:
My "needs" growing emphatic.
The basement was surely my feet:
My mind, alone in the attic.
The empty, the holes, the replete:
Filled, trading my money for magic.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC
Cooking beneath the shell
The meat of my thoughts
Like a hermit crab
The boiling of my dreams
Escaping as high-pressure steam
Through tiny fissures
In dye-shifting armor
I never opened up
I never bent or broke
and never cracked
But now is never
All I have, I’m giving back
Plug your ears
To the deafening screams
That no amount of heating
Can make edible
You are the hardness of my shell
Omnipresent and Incredible
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
I am not as beautiful
As my ice cold heart,
Which glimmers each time
We experience pain.
But I will not waver
Because they say I belong in a fortress
To hide this outer shell
And this soul that crawls within me.
I would dream of endless nightmares
In which I obtain the beauty like
My callous heart
But then I would realize I would
Loose those who are special.
And don't care if I am a goddess
Or human.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC