"blockchain" poems
every poem is a test of character,
*holy/profane all the same,
algorithm entirely humanized-you,
the elected words cannot be voted out of office,
by a recall petition, regardless of
constant corrected incorrectness.
sorted by size,
nocturnal alliteration,
do they sound in the dark
like your bleeding or you’re breathing?
holy/profane all the same,
Gertrude truth is a truth is truths,
you think my name matters?
Artificial Idiocy. Everyone poem faceted,
a chip off the the naming blockchain idiot.
when I imagine-lie,
it is a truth in and of its own
holy/profane.
call me baffled.
that is a god enough
one word summary.
and so true.
baffling perplexing cryptic and opaque.
in all honesty.
if you’re reading this, you are
testing my character.
what have you found, or even, lost?*
in the midst of the characters is
character
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
Bitcoin is Revolutionary
As power structures rearrange
Bitcoin is Immutable
A pristine record we can’t change
Bitcoin is totally Public
It’s for all to use (and see)
Bitcoin is Collaborative
Community run - by you and me
Bitcoin is fully Open
No permission required for use
Bitcoin is Resistant
To censorship and abuse
Bitcoin is Decentralized
Making the ledger strong
Bitcoin is a RIPCORD
Join the team and come along
Apr 16, 2022
Apr 16, 2022 at 11:41 AM UTC
dark and darker #2: the audio of innards weeping
some long ago scribbled and scribed and now just
a stumbled on this phrase that was then and is now again against
a sad Good Friday with plenty of spare time to review and
listening to busted love songs, the written but not imprinted,
of the anthology of good gone girl poems,
a yesteryear of a decaded decaying life recorded in poetry
my innards weep for me us her -
we were perfected as
perfect could have been
designed-dreamt by humans
this poem by design cannot rhyme
for the rhythmic audio
is gone and now it is only soundings of
my innards weeping self-condolences
of which I write
it just happens - even disney movies have to have
assorted sometimes sordid endings where people disarray
the dreaming of get away schemes where the
absence of this eroding dishing out of little cuts
seems the better of the unwell-being of being love-in-absentia
and the sad love songs blockchain seems to have no ending
and the audio of my innards weeping are the now the
only perfect chorus of human imperfections
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
_***In the year of twenty twenty-five,
Pi Coin’s journey comes alive.
From mobile screens to blockchain’s might,
A new dawn breaks, shining bright.
Pioneers from near and far,
Gather 'round, beneath the star.
With wallets ready, hearts alight,
They celebrate this wondrous night.
Mining Pi was once a dream,
Now it’s real, a flowing stream.
Transactions swift, secure, and free,
A decentralized economy.
From nodes and codes, a network strong,
Pi Coin’s future can’t go wrong.
Empowering people, far and wide,
With every transaction, a sense of pride.
So here’s to Pi, in twenty twenty-five,
A symbol of hope, a digital drive.
As we embrace this new frontier,
Pi Coin’s promise is crystal clear.***_
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 3:36 PM UTC
My blockchain locks war out.
By exectutive order,
war is not legal.
War is out lawed, right of conquest is negated,
will ye **** me for knowing war is a reason
liars made up for payback.
---
mundanityrealistic every day regular stuff at
the level of muons appearing in places
we expected muons to be,
we see
as we saw, you see
about .3 sec ago, you know, you are determined
to read this line and wonder did you read
read or the past tence
red
as a flavor is a harmonic device in simplificity
ifity bop.
ifity boo, ifty ever after now, who are you?
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 8:15 PM UTC
As always when in the initial throes
of writing what I strive to concoct viz
pièce de ré·sis·tance,
which grandiose whim fizz
hills with utter futility, nonetheless this
nondescript husband under
scores comment, while pulling his
grizzled hair of chinny chin chin,
and emphasizing that mine
literary effort ain't no ****
whether expressing an insatiable hunger
for factual national world events,
weird news i.e. geico liz
hard eats dog,
(who swallowed homework) quiz
sic hull varying from opinion/editorial,
geopolitical related or showbiz,
but breathe deep, while setting loose
quiet riot of ideas,
which profuse accursed
process usually incorporates an overwhelming
growing exponentially cerebral burst
whereat impossible task
looms large, asper how to
zero on most agreeable needling
threadbare notion to come first
amidst the plethora of rampant analogous
to horde of infants
clamoring tubby nursed
bajillion ideas touting joyfulness
(re: l'chaim), or...mine
envisioned sorrowfully immersed
demise as select small group
of family and friends accompany
glassy transparent hearst
(which...shh... keep on the Q.T.
as figuratively utter by pursed
lips), of course no corps
(habeas corpus cited for no reason),
but liver worst
poisoning wrought unexpected demise,
AND cremation (in a free nation)
means body double
coffin before your eyes
doppelganger paid in blood
money and french fries
(duet to a solo salt craving) no lies,
hence an none nee moose penniless chap dies
in short shrift within schema of mortal guise
ashes scattered all points on the compass
one bitcoin player in the blockchain of life wise
lee subsumed within world
wide web, this fate hain't no surprize!
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC