Zen EDTA
My dream is
to chelate
the chrome-coated,
heavy lead machinery
that processes
and manufactures
my stock of mass-produced
thoughts
and the residue of their
components.
I want to wash their clawing ligands
from my rusting porphyrin rings,
And dissolve them in the disemboguing
trails that flood through my insight.
I want to watch them
crush, fold, and collapse
in the concertina
of bathetic synthesis,
the incondite structures
that manifest
my impulses and my impressions.
I want the irritated skin,
the suspension
of nausea and discomfort,
the fever, the headache
of detoxification—
and I want the lucid feeling
of knowing that nothing remains.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Many people who did not die right away came down with nausea, headache, diarrhea, malaise, and fever, which lasted several days. Doctors could not be certain whether some of these symptoms were the result of radiation or nervous shock.
quote by John Hersey
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Moreover the incorporation requires the same components needed for protein synthesis, and is inhibited by the same inhibitors. Thus the system is most unlikely to be a complete artefact and is very probably closely related to genuine protein synthesis.
quote by Francis Crick
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But a rise in the wages of labour would not equally affect commodities produced with machinery quickly consumed, and commodities produced with machinery slowly consumed.
quote by David Ricardo
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Collide
I felt my heart collapse
On the day that I met him
I felt my heart collapse
It filled up to the rim
I felt my heart collapse
When my eyes traveled 'round
I felt my heart collapse
The one I had found
I felt my heart collapse
When he first touched my skin
I felt my heart collapse
Oh it seemed a lovely sin
I felt my heart collapse
It fell without a sound
I felt my heart collapse
Oh I knew I had found
I felt my heart collapse
When we shared that first kiss
I felt my heart collapse
I thought that I would almost miss
I felt my heart collapse
I was lost in his embrace
I felt my heart collapse
I kept staring at his face
Oh my heart collapsed on that day
Ever since it's been that same way
My love for you has not faded
Ever since the day it escaped
poem by Courtney Beaudry
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Dream
Get in touch with that sundown fellow
As he tiptoes across the sand
Hes got a million kinds of stardust
Pick your favrite brand, and
Dream, when youre feeling blue
Dream, thats the thing to do
Just watch the smoke rings rise in the air
Youll find your share of memories there
So dream when the day is through
Dream, and they might come true
Things never are as bad as they seem
So dream, dream, dream
Dream when the day is through
Dream, and they might come true
Things never are as bad as they seem
So dream, dream, dream
Dream
So dream, dream, dream
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Dream
(johnny mercer)
Dream,when youre feeling blue
Dream,thats the thing to do
Just watch the smoke rings rise in the air
Youll find your share of memories there
So dream, when the day is through
Dream, and they might come true
Things never are as bad as they seem
So dream, dream dream
Dream, when the day is through
Dream,0and they might come true
Things never are as bad as they seem
So dream, dream dream
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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The economy of human time is the next advantage of machinery in manufactures.
quote by Charles Babbage
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Thoughts Mind Soul Echoes
thoughts like children
scatter from our mind
thoughts were part of us?
thoughts came from us?
thoughts live beyond us?
thoughts outlive our lives?
thoughts mind soul echoes
haunting fragments of mind
light shines through prisms
separates into colour bands
thought trails sunset colours
spectrum ribbons thoughts
spiral into keen conceptions
meaning insight discriminates
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Rock It
I'm walking to the something
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
Collapse
I'm drinking too much bla bla,
bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
Fall out
I'm feeling really bla bla, I want to bla bla bla,
Collapse
And in the end it means I bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
The end
I got myself together
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla.
Watch out
I didn't need the patience, life bla bla bla bla bla
Collapse
Don't you sit to close, or I'll bla bla bla bla bla
Break up
Stick it up your nose
Bla bla bla bla bla bla
The end
I didn't mean to do it (Rock it, rock it)
It loved me in my head
I tried to be a charmer,
but I got a bit hopeless instead
The world is very sexy
It's part of my collapse
I'm walking to the something (It's part of my collapse...)
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
I'm drinking too much bla bla,
bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
Fall out
I'm feeling really bla bla, I want to bla bla bla,
Collapse
And in the end it means I bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
The end
I didn't mean to do it (Rock it, rock it)
It loved me in my head
I tried to be a charmer,
but I got a bit hopeless instead
The world is very sexy
It's part of my collapse
I'm walking to the something (It's part of my collapse...)
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
I'm drinking too much bla bla,
bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
Fall out
I'm feeling really bla bla, I want to bla bla bla,
Collapse
And in the end it means I bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
The end
Rock it
Rock it
Rock it
Rock it
song performed by by Gorillaz
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Zuton Fever
You know I get a funny feeling
Like an epidemic running through my head
Know I've got that feeling that's the best
Got the Zuton Fever in my head
And when it's running through my bones
You know I feel just like I'm ten years old
Know looking young and good again
Got the Zuton Fever in my head
It starts to make its way upstairs
It's like a ... in my veins and in my hair
You know where it comes from I don't care
Let me know if get some, I'll be there
Oh father, father I have sinned
I've let myself down time and time again
Know the Zuton Fever's made me thin
Now I've got to clean my flaky skin
Oh doctor, doctor help and let
Me know if you can find a cure or antidote
You know I've always been true to you my friend
Hope that you can help me out again
You know I get a funny feeling
Like an epidemic running through my head
Know I got the feelin that's the best
Got the Zuton Fever in my head
I've got the Zuton Fever in my head
I've got the Zuton Fever in my head
song performed by by Zutons
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Introduction To Post-conceprual Poetics(3)
post-conceptual poetics is a redefination of being a robotics in digital age, humanity in the conceptual frame of digital machinery, a machinery of reflection on the machinery set ut by I-machinery in the operation of social and intellectual capital.A dead butterfly knowing that she can fly over death with language of conceptual networks growing out of the mixture of digitalization and socialization-intellectualization process.WOW.
We Are But Lucid Dreams
The breath of life is love
Surrounding every grain of sand
Joined by the indivisible soul
Each and all a creation of the 'Big Brother in the sky'
Fragments of the collective
We are all born a simile of thoughts
Like snowflakes and sunshine
Lucid dreams of the universal mind
Is this why praying works
Have not your dreams given you answers
Dose not 'God' listen to his dream
If enough people believe dose it not become true
Scientists are looking for the theory of everything
Well if we are but lucid dreams
Thoughts of the 'Big brother in the sky'
Then the theory of everything must be nothing
Two sides to a Penny
Where there is darkness there is light
Where there is fizical there is spiritual
Which came first...
We are but lucid dreams...
In many biological structures proteins are simply components of larger molecular machines.
quote by Michael Behe
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Freedom Love Coated
I dreamed a dream
a simple soul dream
a poetry site devoted
to freedom love coated
promoting earth care
conservation love care
protecting what remains
earth diversity life veins
promoting love for people
rainbow coloured people
other cultures human rights
sparkling like starry nights
promoting peace not war
let liberty freedom soar
let anti-war peace views
flood media war net news
peace issues seems so desirable
compassion morality justifiable
war remains a crime inadvisable
politics war promoting certifiable
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Now Or Never Land
I grew tall in this lucky land
And I thank God for that, but theres needles in the sand
Ozone in the eucalypt and on the steppes tonight
Theres pushing and a shoving on the throne tonight
Its a rhythm of the sea
Lost islands of hope
Its a rhythm of the sea
Who will discover you
But I wont be down at heel cos my senses lead me here
Dream a south-pacific dream of now or never land
Its now or never land
Rises in rivers in power of the sun
Rises in sea level, look out mammons bastard son
Infidels are praying at the stock exchange
Chrome camels are crashing on the smooth terrain
Its the rhythm of the sea
Lost islands of hope
Its the rhythm of the sea
Someone to carry you
But I wont be down at heel cos my senses lead me here
Dream a south-pacific dream of now or never land
Suitcase full of good ideas, history thats filled with tears
Kill nostalgia, xenophobic fears
Its now or never land
Chant to end
(moginie/garrett)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Whoever You Are
I could never live a life,
Devoted to your expectations.
Or have my self worth,
Crush by your disapproval.
I could,
However...
Continue to be who I am.
And I will.
Knowing whoever you are,
Depends on from who's mind...
You are defined as you spend time,
In the making of false impressions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choices!
Handmade Swiss watch may show the same time,
As the mass produced watches holding cheap chips,
But the former may run to last for generations,
The latter may collapse, but we will buy the next one.
Few people may have dollars to pay the Swiss artisans,
Many people have coins to support the cheap productions,
The pleasure of having something is invented and marketed,
When affordability is expanded, the satisfaction is unmatched.
When we can't afford the expensive, we can go for the cheap,
When we can't afford the original, we can go fo the generic,
When we can't afford a healthy life style, we can be sick,
When we can't afford a good leader, we can go for the tactful.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Good Old Concertina
’Twas merry when the hut was full
Of jolly girls and fellows.
We danced and sang until we burst
The concertina’s bellows.
From distant Darling to the sea,
From the Downs to Riverina,
Has e’er a gum in all the west
Not heard the concertina?
’Twas peaceful round the campfire blaze,
The long white branches o’er us;
We’d play the tunes of bygone days,
To some good old bush chorus.
Old Erin’s harp may sweeter be,
The Scottish pipes blow keener;
But sing an old bush song for me
To the good old concertina.
’Twas cosy by the hut-fire bright
When the pint pot passed between us;
We drowned the voice of the stormy night
With the good old concertina’s.
Though trouble drifts along the years,
And the pangs of care grow keener,
My heart is gladdened when it hears
That good old concertina.
poem by Henry Lawson
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When you start to engage with your creative processes, it shakes up all your impulses, and they all kind of inform one another.
quote by Jeff Bridges
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Residue
The delivery of it,
Wishes to leave a residue.
With a statement thrown away...
Tossed and expected to sit.
And it can not rid itself from memory.
It is etched.
Outlined in a residue that has become marred.
To be imprisoned with imperfections,
And flaws picked and prickled
By a lockdown behind cold steel bars.
Would greet with more warmth...
Are my thoughts of you.
You reek.
That's the feeling I met,
When I read your goodbye.
And now you are trying to pry me away,
From a happiness earned?
Healed and free of scars?
Everyday I pray to remove your addicting scent.
Thinking there is something left from you,
That I yearn?
Is that what you believe I do?
That you have some secret powers,
I can not see through.
You smothered my love with indecency.
And you expect me to forget those choking fumes?
You must have assumed a residue of you was left,
I crave.
None that sits,
That I did not let entangle me.
I've meditated you right out of my life.
And 'that' has been most effective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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