Soul that blows
stripping the wishes
from dark corners.
You light up the passions.
From a horizon,
infinite and mysterious.
Only God created you.
Those who swim to you,
they discover
the essence of being.
As the autumn leaves fall,
You’re lighting up the hope.
And when
the eternal winter comes,
You whisper,
look at around you.
Be the aura
of what was once,
lost.
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Lyrics While on an Edible on the Plane Back From California, by Siena Facciolo
I’ll go to visit you
In the green fields of my youth
Your skin as soft as flowers
That dot the hillside
My mother she will hold
Your hand until she knows
That you will safely make it
Through her memories
I remember summer treats
Blueberries between my teeth
Raw cane sugar in a little bowl
Whole-oat oatmeal by the window
I can’t recall the sound
Of your voice while we sat around
The dining room table full
Of food we had to share
I loved that magnet on your fridge
Of Jesus on a tie die binge
I’d get him down to his underwear
Then dress him up again
The Siena-colored kitchen floor
the swinging swanging screen porch door
Your many-layered pantry shelves
Your late-life rebellion
I’ll go to visit you
In my mother’s arms at night
Your skin as soft as flowers
Your eyes hold futures bright
Mother Earth Resists, by Lisa Makarchuk
For money, for greed
We’re encouraged to dig
So we fracked
And we hacked
And we burned
We cracked her veneers
Penetrated her shades,
Her shrouds and her veils
Destroyed many valleys
Killed her trees, animals
Birds, and the bees
Excavated and gouged
Piercing her rocky armours
Unfreezing her innards
Tunneling thru her veins
Hollowing out her lodes
Mining her richness
Hidden for eons
Exposing delicate rhythms
As we unearthed and raped
While stalking her body
Destroying her balance.
She stormed in protest
with warnings to change our ways
exposed us to
scorching heat
weather extremes
devastating tornadoes
overwhelming gales.
She turned down her covers
bared lands into deserts
released plagues upon us.
Is it markets or life?
That is our choice.
The tipping point has arrived
Have you chosen your side?
Bottom Of The Bottle, by Laye Da Writer
With this last drop I know the memories disappear
Going a step further to erase the fear
Depression is usually the killer
But these toxins are a different filler
Not living for tomorrow just want the now
I’m off a Fifth ready to ride out on the town
Sip after sip just chilling my veins
Call it what you want but with more I release my chains
I’ll keep going no need to encourage, slight work
Get help, I don’t care to I need to see where the evils lurk
Functional I always am way too much to lose so I proceed
A brick wall waiting my arrival destined from the planted seed
Has anyone stepped in to intervene the pain
Actually nope they just watch as I fall below the curve not accessing the strain
Numb to “are you ok”
Dulled by “itll get better”
Scarred from “the only way to get better is to talk about it”
Well let me tell you first hand this liquid has cured
Cured more than any person with a degree could fathom
Won’t even come close to understand why I do what I feel is natural
Remember the fifth I mention hell I’ve gone through my 3rd and its only been 2 hours
DARE ME TO DRIVE!?!?!
Give me my keys I no longer wish to sit around waiting for help
Rather than wait ill just go find it
May hit a couple of bumps on the way
Hell one of those bumps may create my brighter day
You wanted the insights of my mind well here they are
Now deal with the monster that comes
Tame him you wouldn’t dare
Man it’s getting bad the night just started and he’s not stopping
It’s feels great not to feel at all
Dead to emotions when I get this way and I have the dark light mixture swirling in this bottle
If they ever find me flipped over somewhere know I hid my friend under the seat
-Laye Da Writer
I RELEASE WHAT I AM RECEIVING WHAT I NEED, by Terry Mulcahy
I release this viral blue funk
sometimes dark thing
in my soul.
It haunts me
from time to time.
Release this loneliness
that feeds my blues.
Not lonely all the time
sometimes it just appears
out of the blue.
Does it feed my blues?
Or
Does that blue funk
feed my loneliness?
I release this obsession
that comes upon me too
obsession
about
what I’ve said or done.
I release this obsession
that comes upon me I release
this obsession that comes
I release this obsession.
I sit too much
at the computer
and watching movies
and reading
or just
wasting time.
I release all that.
Often I want forgiveness
for things I’ve said or done
but
I must give forgiveness
without expectations
of return.
I receive friendship
though
sometimes
it is not easily
given away.
I receive smiles
and those
O
those
I can reciprocate
easily.
I try to understand
how other people feel
put myself in their shoes
feel their perspective
but
sometimes
I get pissed off that they
do not understand.
With all these things
I know
I must lead by example
be open-minded
without expectations.
It is springtime
despite the snow and rain
and today’s cold damp air
hovering around my soul.
Yet it is time for Spring
Spring delayed
Spring postponed
but not canceled.
It will come.
Bonded, by Dominique Marks
Dear O,
I hope you’re well. Hope the family’s well also. I think of you often.. more so because of the uncertainty these days bring. Sometimes I’m happy.. sad.. mad or horny. But I’m hurt. Not because things ended but your denial of it all. I hate that I let you in. It’s so hard for me to do that and I often feel regret because I knew better. I understand that one experience— is just that an experience. When you looked at me— I smiled because deep down I knew. A moment. A season.. deep within. But in knowing, I’m still so traumatised that I don’t know how to yell. I’m trying though, learning.
~ dmo
The Global Foe, by Abubakarr Momoh Sesay
Have you heard about it?
Do you feel the pains and sorrows?
Can we all die of this?
Oh Corona!
You came like a wildfire, quickly vanishing the unforgettable pains of Ebola
You’re ruining lives through panic;
Affecting the known and unknown
Destroying our immune system
Oh Corona! what a deadly pandemic?
I tell you it’s tragic!
Far away from your magic
I am terrified by the numerous cases we see and hear
All you portray is fear
What a bitterness we are facing?
You keep spreading rapidly.
Leaving no nook or kranny
This is the right time to turn to our Maker
Let’s all seek His blessing.
There’s no where to hide
Everyone bears the brunt of of their burden
Nations to which we depend all succumb
Don’t feel sick and seat, reach 117 to assist.
Be sure to seek for medical aid
Ourselves are weapons to fight against this foe.
Let’s embrace ourselves and live as one big family!
It doesn’t matter where you are ,
Neither where you’re from.
Your race doesn’t matter
All we need is each other
Let’s forget our differences
We’re not enemies,
DEATH OF NOISE, by Shiela Denise Scott
You play music,
Loudly,
No respect for the silent type,
You own the blocks peace,
Thug life,
selfishly
You deal to the fiends,
Turning corners at all times,
Loudly they scream,
Interrupting peace of mind,
Gang life never resigns
Prosperously you push luxury,
The struggling mother lost sleep time,
Riches you gain from others losing their minds,
Causing spirits to Rebel with no peace signs
Darkened by midnight,
No one lights up your face,
But the next lost soul,
Who lost their faith,
Another mishap,
Confusing their fate
Another angel,
Misguided by devils’ gates
Trapped in a neighborhood,
Forced by salary resided citizens, and crime,
Gunshots ring my memory,
Visual fights disturb the mind,
Noise raises its volume,
Addiction praises its find,
Screams of yesterday echo,
Into the shadows of moonlight…
Help me find silence!
The Climax…, by Jo-Ann E
You’re yelling now.
The veins in your neck
Popping out as if they’re ready to attack me
Right then and there.
I sit on the bed as I watch you pace back and forth avoiding eye contact.
Can’t help but feel the tears gathering themselves, blurring my view
The knot in my throat ready to take over
Common sense, love, and empathy go flying out the window as I hear the words coming out of your mouth.
I open my mouth to interrupt you but I go mute. Out of fear.
Fear of our future. Fear of getting hurt. Fear of not being able to recognize the person that I claim to love. Fear of falling out of love.
So I stay quiet. Let it out.
But remember….
remember that a sponge can only be full for so long, until water starts spilling out of every hole.
random forests, by Mark Tiegs
we are in the random forests
we are. leo. adele. Ho[4][5] and Amit and German [6] in order (Fujitsu now)
we are random forests
we are decision trees. tree bagging (Main article: Bootstrap aggregating)
predictions for unseen samples x’ can be made by averaging the predictions
from all the individual regression trees onx’
we are from bagging to random forests
we are in the 7000 oaks
we are documenta 7 (joseph beuys)
we are 7000 oaks
we are the basalt stones pointing to the oaks
predictions for unseen situ (situationist international (not regression trees))
we are from random forests to 7000 oaks
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