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I sipped my wine at the dinner table. "Honey, please pass me the salt." I looked up to see her staring back at me, her eyes glistening in the candle light that burned ablaze. The joy consuming the fire in her soul, driving her with lustful intentions of passion and excitement. I ate my meal at the dinner table, "Honey, please pour me some wine." I removed the cork with a 'pop' sound, that echoed in the quiet room space. Looking over at her now, her voluptuous  lips chapped from dehydration. I handed her a glass of wine and watched as she took a sip. Her lips dampened now, a burgundy color stained upon her lips; I could almost taste her sweet kisses from hither as she teased me with a smirk of pleasure. I devoured my dessert at the dinner table. "Honey, please bring  me some pudding." I put down my spoon and reached for the bowl placed in the center of the table that divided her and I. I extended my hand to reach for the spoon, but she stood up quite slowly and leisurely made her way round the dining room table; her left hand index finger lightly caressing the table-top as she walked around to meet me. I found her to be standing right on-top of me. My mind racing. My heart palpitating. She grabbed me by my inner thigh and massaged my neck seductively, moving in closer her eyes centralized my lips, her body prepelling its way towards my cornered space. She bites her lip and thrusts inwards on me now, Oh darling, whisper sweet things into my ear drums now. *** She said, spoken so gently. "Alright", I said. but before I left, I sipped my wine at the dinner table.
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Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
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I sipped my wine at the dinner table. "Honey, please pass me the salt." I looked up to see her staring back at me, her eyes glistening in the candle light that burned ablaze. The joy consuming the fire in her soul, driving her with lustful intentions of passion and excitement. I ate my meal at the dinner table, "Honey, please pour me some wine." I removed the cork with a 'pop' sound, that echoed in the quiet room space. Looking over at her now, her voluptuous  lips chapped from dehydration. I handed her a glass of wine and watched as she took a sip. Her lips dampened now, a burgundy color stained upon her lips; I could almost taste her sweet kisses from hither as she teased me with a smirk of pleasure. I devoured my dessert at the dinner table. "Honey, please bring  me some pudding." I put down my spoon and reached for the bowl placed in the center of the table that divided her and I. I extended my hand to reach for the spoon, but she stood up quite slowly and leisurely made her way round the dining room table; her left hand index finger lightly caressing the table-top as she walked around to meet me. I found her to be standing right on-top of me. My mind racing. My heart palpitating. She grabbed me by my inner thigh and massaged my neck seductively, moving in closer her eyes centralized my lips, her body prepelling its way towards my cornered space. She bites her lip and thrusts inwards on me now, Oh darling, whisper sweet things into my ear drums now. *** She said, spoken so gently. "Alright", I said. but before I left, I sipped my wine at the dinner table.
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Rapid Eye Movements cruise down the Autobahn, driving dreams of soldiers slaying the Beast in the East: seeds hidden in the cuff links that return home for the victory parade. The victory parade of the new millennium is a mirage: desert sand creeps through the streets of Basra; spray painted slogans of “Aryan Nation” are left behind on pock-marked walls. High level terror alerts scroll across the Fear o' Dome, breeding paranoid glances from commercial-class passengers while they fly above fenced camps where centralized secret service agents watch the unloading of another train. "Son, do you forget the sacrifices? Have you lost all your respect? Okay, it’s possible that the Feds were influenced by the Purebreds— a minor repercussion of maintaining our national security. It isn’t even about racial purity— you are all mixed now, anyway. Whether female, black, jew, or gay, we must unite together as a nation; raise its flag with pride, and fight against a common enemy! This enemy is trying to disintegrate the cornerstone of our free society! Son, can you not see! Not see-notsee-notsea-notsi-notzi-natzi-nazi-natzi-notzi-notsi-notsea-notsee-not see!" _____ —cold sweat. I awaken to remnants of nightmarish images sifting through my mind: flocks of carnivorous sheep with invisible shepherds. The dream had felt real— solid, like flesh-out reality. I rush out of bed, just to make sure. From my bedroom window, I see the neighbour’s Iron Eagle weathervane goose-stepping towards the west. A lawnmower growls in the background. Everything appears normal here on the corner of 4th Reichstag Blvd. 2016 Neu Berlin Remix, July 13th, 2016 (original version was written on March 29th, 2010)
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Apr 1, 2010
Apr 1, 2010 at 6:14 PM UTC
Autobahn
Rapid Eye Movements cruise down the Autobahn, driving dreams of soldiers slaying the Beast in the East: seeds hidden in the cuff links that return home for the victory parade. The victory parade of the new millennium is a mirage: desert sand creeps through the streets of Basra; spray painted slogans of “Aryan Nation” are left behind on pock-marked walls. High level terror alerts scroll across the Fear o' Dome, breeding paranoid glances from commercial-class passengers while they fly above fenced camps where centralized secret service agents watch the unloading of another train. "Son, do you forget the sacrifices? Have you lost all your respect? Okay, it’s possible that the Feds were influenced by the Purebreds— a minor repercussion of maintaining our national security. It isn’t even about racial purity— you are all mixed now, anyway. Whether female, black, jew, or gay, we must unite together as a nation; raise its flag with pride, and fight against a common enemy! This enemy is trying to disintegrate the cornerstone of our free society! Son, can you not see! Not see-notsee-notsea-notsi-notzi-natzi-nazi-natzi-notzi-notsi-notsea-notsee-not see!" _____ —cold sweat. I awaken to remnants of nightmarish images sifting through my mind: flocks of carnivorous sheep with invisible shepherds. The dream had felt real— solid, like flesh-out reality. I rush out of bed, just to make sure. From my bedroom window, I see the neighbour’s Iron Eagle weathervane goose-stepping towards the west. A lawnmower growls in the background. Everything appears normal here on the corner of 4th Reichstag Blvd. 2016 Neu Berlin Remix, July 13th, 2016 (original version was written on March 29th, 2010)
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They say something is truly computerized yes or no? yes or no ? which one? which one? BETTER throw a dice if you wanna know but no it is a BIG YES of course! that’s what they should be saying - truly THEY. WE - however - we don’t have a proof that it truly is so and we never may have and actually we don’t even need to spend our time to find out if they are right or wrong It is more important to understand why we discuss this matter here now and we can explain the reasons in two basic steps: 1- believe not  and do not become a blind believer  - to whoever - to whatever- no matter who - no matter what - there is no one who can tell you the truth but you - you may not need to like it all - but that’s always for a good reason - if you make it good 2- understand what is of essence now - thus  - the thing- maybe a poem- maybe a result of a competition - maybe this - maybe that - why that specific thing comes to my/your attention now So it does not matter if it is computerized or not - what matters is I see it and it communicates with me and with my senses and is at my attention it manifests itself to me  here now where I truly am does not matter how it manifests - but it matters that it manifests and the answer to why is by my experience creating an action - Only what I can neutrally and  non-judgmentally witness I can purely experience  - and purity has surpassed frights and purity has no addictions and purity does not swing from moon to sun but remains centralized- and purity needs no temporary replacement that serves to escape from one pain- discomfort to another but purity is ultimate self - is itself by itself therefore what is presented to me here now is not other than what my consciousness is manifesting as - it is not a test -because  we have passed all the tests - there is no teacher other than the self- it is such that we are moving on - on a path of knowing of our own true nature And now that ‘s why! that’s why! There is a dove in love with me comes to see me daily and listens to my songs it ain’t matter if it’s not the same dove although I know it is not because it looks alike but because I know it is and still it ain’t matter if it’s not the same dove because there is a dove in love with me comes to see me daily and listens to my songs adoringly
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
There is a Dove
They say something is truly computerized yes or no? yes or no ? which one? which one? BETTER throw a dice if you wanna know but no it is a BIG YES of course! that’s what they should be saying - truly THEY. WE - however - we don’t have a proof that it truly is so and we never may have and actually we don’t even need to spend our time to find out if they are right or wrong It is more important to understand why we discuss this matter here now and we can explain the reasons in two basic steps: 1- believe not  and do not become a blind believer  - to whoever - to whatever- no matter who - no matter what - there is no one who can tell you the truth but you - you may not need to like it all - but that’s always for a good reason - if you make it good 2- understand what is of essence now - thus  - the thing- maybe a poem- maybe a result of a competition - maybe this - maybe that - why that specific thing comes to my/your attention now So it does not matter if it is computerized or not - what matters is I see it and it communicates with me and with my senses and is at my attention it manifests itself to me  here now where I truly am does not matter how it manifests - but it matters that it manifests and the answer to why is by my experience creating an action - Only what I can neutrally and  non-judgmentally witness I can purely experience  - and purity has surpassed frights and purity has no addictions and purity does not swing from moon to sun but remains centralized- and purity needs no temporary replacement that serves to escape from one pain- discomfort to another but purity is ultimate self - is itself by itself therefore what is presented to me here now is not other than what my consciousness is manifesting as - it is not a test -because  we have passed all the tests - there is no teacher other than the self- it is such that we are moving on - on a path of knowing of our own true nature And now that ‘s why! that’s why! There is a dove in love with me comes to see me daily and listens to my songs it ain’t matter if it’s not the same dove although I know it is not because it looks alike but because I know it is and still it ain’t matter if it’s not the same dove because there is a dove in love with me comes to see me daily and listens to my songs adoringly
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Atom and Eve a basic unit of matter it's more than magic up your sleeve and out of all this gobbledy-goop you wind up with the beautiful Eve a dense centralized nucleus surrounded by clouds of negative charge shake them in a brown paper bag and you come up with more than Curious George stirred up protons and neutrons except for the rascal hydrogen-1 chemical elements and Isotopes but the beauty of you is what makes it fun yes Eve was the Queen of all mothers at least according to what we know but was it the atoms of Adam's rib or much more to this magnificent show it seems the more that we understand the more confused we become I believe our world of constant amazement much deeper than atom and Eve Gomer LePoet...
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Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 8:54 AM UTC
Atom and Eve
Main road marked on all sides By small shops Vendors sell bananas Banks are centralized and closed No corporate vulture multinationals Except the one I chose To make a living representing My empire’s softest power plays The spending, buying, mass consuming, Wifi access money maze The neoliberal colonizing Culture shocking tidal waves Still ebbing in the rolling hills And crashing in the daily pills The vivid dreams dissolve and fade Digesting final three square meals And learning what it means to be A self-sufficient person Goods and services exchanged At rates that make my head spin Topsy turvy circuses New temples to the excess gods Converting them as we decline To little more than human lives Devaluing as dollar signs
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
Butajira
Romantic wise man, starry-eyed traveler, Quick with your heart And words that trail a thought’s whisper As a shadow’s lost ripples soften with journey, The centralized passion blossoms in memory. And the world will know that Love To have the entire world spark ranks of leaves In the universe that exists between Lovers. One road examine, one pair exploring With sun rays imminent, To behold a lifetime in one bright glance, Pregnant light in a fertile flourish of green population Where cities stretch like lovers’ sleep And princes’ reigns cascade from sleepy, drooping yawns. An entire life, A flash of worlds Experience flightily in a traveler’s sigh, Who exhaled down cliffs and heights of Lover’s bonds, And stared down the glare of That other universe In the briefest clash between Lovers’ eyes.
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Sep 23, 2011
Sep 23, 2011 at 11:50 PM UTC
Response to John Donne's "The Sun Rising"
A problem with fiat centralized money    Is that monetary accounts can be frozen       Censoring people or nations who refuse          To follow the narrative of those in control             Monetary officials who decide who can use                Money and who is not allowed to use money                   Because of their beliefs or ideas or support                      Therefore                   Because people hold varying beliefs in life                Let’s use a money that can’t be frozen at all             Because this money remains private property          Money that can be held and used by those       On opposite sides of any issue or decision    A bearer asset that is censorship resistant This money exists - the solution is Bitcoin
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Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 11:02 AM UTC
Censorship (Bitcoin Poem 038)
I said goodbye she helplessly cried full of me for the first time Teardrops of the other by the other Not to impress or annoy the canvas of the truth of I remained untouched but this uttermost cry was maybe a cheek warming Silent expression just in the conscious presence of both embraced by both Goodbye to this roof that welcomed our dreams… Goodbye to this roof that accommodated our flows cries highs ties pies spies allies skies I s Eyes Aiaiai s …. All of her dramatized stories that agonize are to be capsized to emphasize - harmonize - energize so that I s are re centralized re authorized along the curly hum For the game! like the newborn tree growing inside of me now of Me ? me again?!? but I need not much of these anymore and such are all things that gave breath to us : the in/sentient courageously left behind for a cry that bore generations and such is her’s now A means that helped me grow towards this no thing thing and You You ? But you… …? An immortalized posture of a shoulder shrug! Nothing more and nothing less You - as love apart but still with me by each one of my shoulder shrugs like the nameless sage of shoulder shrugs In the western ‘who cares’ style…. We are so good at that! So … so ? Be proud just! to be commemorated as such I will Never pick a wildflower again to place in my beloved vase I did it only twice Shamefully Watching the truth die Instantaneously and no we do not like duality But there will NOT be a third time for such sad action You have my word on that I walk now alone content with a song of a bird welcoming my accord Carrying your light in my heart Plainness is my courage I know you now Your love rains beads of truth shaping words of peace that I read incessantly as us knowing my duty I go go now Taking nothing Needing nothing Leaving all Things and Insightful of no things I am you With you Listening Just to these final immaculate droplets of hers before she willingly dies
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC
As the reflection of the sun and the moon faded away
I said goodbye she helplessly cried full of me for the first time Teardrops of the other by the other Not to impress or annoy the canvas of the truth of I remained untouched but this uttermost cry was maybe a cheek warming Silent expression just in the conscious presence of both embraced by both Goodbye to this roof that welcomed our dreams… Goodbye to this roof that accommodated our flows cries highs ties pies spies allies skies I s Eyes Aiaiai s …. All of her dramatized stories that agonize are to be capsized to emphasize - harmonize - energize so that I s are re centralized re authorized along the curly hum For the game! like the newborn tree growing inside of me now of Me ? me again?!? but I need not much of these anymore and such are all things that gave breath to us : the in/sentient courageously left behind for a cry that bore generations and such is her’s now A means that helped me grow towards this no thing thing and You You ? But you… …? An immortalized posture of a shoulder shrug! Nothing more and nothing less You - as love apart but still with me by each one of my shoulder shrugs like the nameless sage of shoulder shrugs In the western ‘who cares’ style…. We are so good at that! So … so ? Be proud just! to be commemorated as such I will Never pick a wildflower again to place in my beloved vase I did it only twice Shamefully Watching the truth die Instantaneously and no we do not like duality But there will NOT be a third time for such sad action You have my word on that I walk now alone content with a song of a bird welcoming my accord Carrying your light in my heart Plainness is my courage I know you now Your love rains beads of truth shaping words of peace that I read incessantly as us knowing my duty I go go now Taking nothing Needing nothing Leaving all Things and Insightful of no things I am you With you Listening Just to these final immaculate droplets of hers before she willingly dies
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Seigniorage refers to the profits A government earns by creating and Issuing new currency for a nation, but The seigniorage benefits those in power Who receive the new money first via the Cantillon effect. Specifically, the Federal Reserve, the US Treasury, & large banks Therefore In order to foster more equality in finance We can move to a decentralized currency In the Bitcoin network the profits earned From creating new bitcoin are given out To those who work maintaining and Securing the network, rather than to Any centralized person or group
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Apr 29, 2023
Apr 29, 2023 at 10:55 AM UTC
Seigniorage (Bitcoin Poem 051) Problems and Solutions 13
Gold is not easily portable due To gold’s weight and risk of theft The paper currency originally built On top of gold can be moved faster And digital money even more quickly Yet is controlled and limited through Centralized entities that limit transfers Therefore We need a money that is lightweight And easily transported anywhere at Very low cost, AND has no controls Or censorship - truly open to people Everywhere in the world - a money Very hard to steal, but easy to send Bitcoin is supremely portable money
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Sep 9, 2023
Sep 9, 2023 at 9:19 AM UTC
Portability (Bitcoin Poem 064) Problems and Solutions series 15
Approaching Station, Exit to left, Passes please, Discounted and undiscovered, Are the tracks still broken? Hand loosing it's grip, As the content contentment, Starts to rise, Dreamers can't have dreams, When passed oot, Trying to shake, Tattooed faces, Security let's it go, When glasses cant stop staring, An angel with Diamondback wings, Trying her best to keep it all together, While puting on shoes, That aren't on her feet, Rushing to the other car she saves another soul, Central ave, Centralized humility with mangled humanity, He's alive, But rarely living, Loved, But wondering where it is, Art district and, **** I've listened to this song too many times, Poetry on rails, ******** railed by poetry, Glasses terrified by realness, They all deserve better, Would they know what to do with it? Exit to left, The angel let's her sister go, The door closes, She checks, The rail only has so many stops, It's quiet, The significance of the moment, Discovered then discarded, She's asleep. He's not waking up, She leaves, Approaching station. 1st ave, Passes please.
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Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC
Community Bridges- How Will He Feel Waking Up Alone?
Glaring at one person and one only He silently tells of his secrets, those of his creator A message bound to draw me in; us in A centralized herald installed at a dreary post
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
An eye
You can find me in my room My refuge in a home I have lived in for too long Eating my bowl of hamhock soup with beans Recording Churchill's speeches on my iphone What a good man he was We must stand up to evil Stand up to those who threaten liberal democracies But in America today Our greatest enemy lies within, not without Our own government not holding fast To the principles upon which it was founded False illusions that this economic situation Is under control Like bailouts,stimulus packages, jobs bills, Regulation in industry, unconstitutional power grabs, Dismissal of historical laws, changes in the legislative process And changes in checks and balaces of power We have a false sense of security Big government is hurting us Not helping us TSA pat downs NSA privacy intrusions Destabilazation Over arching centralized government model Begins to take control A New World Order Is what they have planned No more national sovereignty I'm not going to the FEMA camp
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
Notes On Losing America
Centralized power proves antithetical To your freedom - it’s quite pathetical They ask us to be more ascetical And let them rule - it’s quite heretical Collectivism fails! Not hypothetical Property and Liberty - quite synthetical I’ll stand for freedom and wax poetical It makes the message more aesthetical
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Nov 29, 2023
Nov 29, 2023 at 9:33 AM UTC
Antithetical (Bitcoin Poem 076)
The chain that binds me, Binds me to a black leather chair, Tortures me with views of the outside, Tortures me with centralized air.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
What Is Work...
You can find me in my room My refuge in a home I have lived in for too long Eating my bowl of hamhock soup with beans Recording Churchill's speeches on my iphone What a good man he was We must stand up to evil Stand up to those who threaten liberal democracies But in America today Our greatest enemy lies within, not without Our own government not holding fast To the principles upon which it was founded False illusions that this economic situation Is under control Like bailouts,stimulus packages, jobs bills, Regulation in industry, unconstitutional power grabs, Dismissal of historical laws, changes in the legislative process And changes in checks and balaces of power We have a false sense of security Big government is hurting us Not helping us TSA pat downs NSA privacy intrusions Destabilazation Over arching centralized government model Begins to take control A New World Order Is what they have planned No more national sovereignty I'm not going to the FEMA camp
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
Notes On Losing America
i just wanna take a moment to take off my disguise so you can look into my eyes and see inside my mind. tell me what you see. i bet it was a surprise. i bet you saw hidden cries and things that i’ve denied. there’s a thousand tears welled up my eyes but i’ll never show you, i’ll just let my feelings continue to fly to place that’s s•cked my heart dry. i must advise against it but if you wanna act like spies, go ahead, undo the ties i’ve put in place to keep you from the “prize”. i’m impossible to analyze. let me emphasize, i’m not something to be centralized, at the end of this all you can say is “at least i tried”. everything you see inside, please don’t try and memorize. i don’t want my thoughts supervised, they’re hard enough to verbalize...so hard i feel immobilized. perhaps this is a silent cry; i’ll let you decide.
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Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 10:01 PM UTC
Impossible possibilities
Centralized coffers, a tempting sight, Gold, fiat, digits, held with great might. A stroke of a pen, a server’s command, And fortunes are seized, across the land. The state’s hungry hand, or a thief’s intent, And our wealth is now gone, to our lament. Therefore We need a refuge, a secure & digital keep, Where our private keys allow us to sleep. A bearer asset, secured by code & math, An immutable ledger, and a secure path. No single point fails, no central control, Bitcoin is a fortress, to keep you whole.
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Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 9:27 AM UTC
Confiscation (Problems/Solutions 043) Bitcoin Poem 131
The leftovers are laying on the plate, it’s almost Half past eight. The Fork and knife knightley laid, on the tablecloth casting a shade. On the plate there has been left a trace, of the food from a chinese take out place. Beneath the table a red stiletto heel, that is probably all he can feel. Slowly raising the glass of wine, it’s a die and dine. Glairying on the silver reflection, how about he is shown a little affection. The black hair in his eyes. He is a human so centralized. But once he loses focus on what is happening, he will feel his whole life blackening.
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
Bread Crumbs
You can find me in my room My refuge in a home I have lived in for too long Eating my bowl of hamhock soup with beans Recording Churchill's speeches on my iphone What a good man he was We must stand up to evil Stand up to those who threaten liberal democracies But in America today Our greatest enemy lies within, not without Our own government not holding fast To the principles upon which it was founded False illusions that this economic situation Is under control Like bailouts,stimulus packages, jobs bills, Regulation in industry, unconstitutional power grabs, Dismissal of historical laws, changes in the legislative process And changes in checks and balaces of power We have a false sense of security Big government is hurting us Not helping us TSA pat downs NSA privacy intrusions Destabilazation Over arching centralized government model Begins to take control A New World Order Is what they have planned No more national sovereignty I'm not going to the FEMA camp
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
Losing America
The history of fiat Is chock full of breaches Of centralized power That pushes and reaches Debasing our money The looters and leeches Gaslighting people With Keynesian speeches Where is our money In fractional banks? They lend out in bubbles And give us no thanks Restricting our freedoms With raw overreaches Yes, the history of fiat Is brimming with breaches But now we have freedom From theft and abuse A better money in Bitcoin And the power to choose
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Oct 30, 2023
Oct 30, 2023 at 11:47 AM UTC
Full of Breaches (Bitcoin Poem 072)
Often when you’re looking For a meaning to be sought You can explain a thing By describing what it’s not Bitcoin does NOT Require permission to use Allow an increase in supply rate Discriminate in any way Enable freezing of accounts Care who is using it Hide what’s happening on chain Control what you do with money Lead to centralized power Favor the financially privileged So in your Bitcoin learning Don’t get all distraught You can see its massive value By knowing what it’s not
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Sep 7, 2022
Sep 7, 2022 at 11:35 AM UTC
What It's Not (Bitcoin Poem 022)
This is the springtime of your life. Don't let it go to waste. Enjoy it. / Does that mean do crazy? Does that mean do whatever I want? Does that mean take advantage of My independence till it's gone? Does it mean drink a lot? Does it mean do drugs? Does it mean charm women, Seeking approval, chasing hugs? Does it mean being lazy? Should I chill and lay back Until I work hard a couple decades, Die later from heart attack? Does it mean act reckless? Is it yolo swag **** everything else? Form a youthful reckless checklist Do what I want, never help? Should I follow my heart, Even if it's a lustful disaster? People who have the most fun, Are they now my masters? Do I follow them? Do I go out and party? Is it safe? Should I black out every other night? Hardly. Is it do what I think is best? Is that really fun? Grades and help for everyone else, Continuing from where I'd begun. Is it autopilot? Is that what I keep maintaining? Do I ask a ton of questions? My intellect, always straining? Does that count? Does that make it count? If I overthink everything, Can my happiness reach an amount Where I look back, look down Sit upon a couch And say, **** that was fun Time to retire and sell out To the American Adult dream Slowly crawling to the grave At least I had fun then, At least by memories, I'm saved. I caved, I lost it, I'm not a normal college kid. I'm on a ride, on my mind, In my life, but listen, It's a blast, it ***** All of the wasted contemplating But it beats blacking out, Complaining, rebelling, and hating. Here I am, patient Looking forward to dating. Self-centered, prideful, Centralized around mating. And it's cool, not bad, I'll still grow up and look back, "This is the springtime of your life. Do what you want, no going back."
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
Springtime
This is the springtime of your life. Don't let it go to waste. Enjoy it. / Does that mean do crazy? Does that mean do whatever I want? Does that mean take advantage of My independence till it's gone? Does it mean drink a lot? Does it mean do drugs? Does it mean charm women, Seeking approval, chasing hugs? Does it mean being lazy? Should I chill and lay back Until I work hard a couple decades, Die later from heart attack? Does it mean act reckless? Is it yolo swag **** everything else? Form a youthful reckless checklist Do what I want, never help? Should I follow my heart, Even if it's a lustful disaster? People who have the most fun, Are they now my masters? Do I follow them? Do I go out and party? Is it safe? Should I black out every other night? Hardly. Is it do what I think is best? Is that really fun? Grades and help for everyone else, Continuing from where I'd begun. Is it autopilot? Is that what I keep maintaining? Do I ask a ton of questions? My intellect, always straining? Does that count? Does that make it count? If I overthink everything, Can my happiness reach an amount Where I look back, look down Sit upon a couch And say, **** that was fun Time to retire and sell out To the American Adult dream Slowly crawling to the grave At least I had fun then, At least by memories, I'm saved. I caved, I lost it, I'm not a normal college kid. I'm on a ride, on my mind, In my life, but listen, It's a blast, it ***** All of the wasted contemplating But it beats blacking out, Complaining, rebelling, and hating. Here I am, patient Looking forward to dating. Self-centered, prideful, Centralized around mating. And it's cool, not bad, I'll still grow up and look back, "This is the springtime of your life. Do what you want, no going back."
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my weeks go by slowly my days seemingly centralized in one place i don't feel like getting up but i don't wanna stay asleep for much longer
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Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
harmful life