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Waterguy's JournalLead like you Are/Luck
How do you lead like you Are
It isn't all made up,
You know who you are,
Not someone who has not been fooled
We all have been fooled,
it isn't a conspiracy
And you don't have to lie
about anything true
In Economics, there are measurements,
and people do find themselves at every level
low and high on the food chain
Bad timing, perhaps the wrong upbringing
and you know no promises made no matter how
hard you toil
And still, you see others in the same way,
or maybe you changed somehow.
Where is the rationale written
into any textbook
That tells you
who you truly Are
What makes you believe
What possible ingredient
that makes you so bold
as to lead the flock
Is within you
or do you know what ingredient you
so clearly lack
Have you been deluded
disillusioned feeling like a gull with broken wing
on the edge of the rocky shore as the waves
take your lifeless carcass into the sea
Say, what is on your mind
Just tell them what you know.
You got as far as you did,
because why
Luck.
you became orange
literally orange in skin.
Fake.
You fucking moron
captured their hearts
with lies
growing more division
sowing inequity
A prince of darkness
A criminal in it for nobody
but themself
The President
of These United States of America
Because no one could explain the facts
as they are.
The politics and all the money
took control
Like it do
divide
You son of a bitch
Liar you piece of trash
Donald Trump
The complete asshole jerk
who made a real shit mark
stain in history
When the nostrils flare
Everyone knows when the bull's nostrils flare,
the drama becomes real, man against wild beast
Great Scott, the weakest left alone to face
the Great Beast, the bull
The agility, the total focus of the bull fighter
faces the fullest ingredient of fears
all alone in the ring as the people in the stands
all stand and cheer with each and every bull rush
that could tear the bullfighter apart.
Like a metaphor
The people all pay to see
Is this the end
The sullen collectiveness of despair
holds the crowd together like an alliterative glue
When does the beast kill the bullfighter,
Or does the bullfighter survive
The suspense overtakes each and every one,
no matter their station in life.
And yes, the bull fighter practices in the mirror prior to the fight,
flaring his nostrils as big as nostrils can humanly flare.
And the crowd eats the whole affair up.
The bull fighter is dressed in tight clothing with
bright sequence shining
bright so bright it makes the bull mad
so much that the bull's nostrils flare
He the powerful bull is going to gore that poor son of a bitch
He's sick and tired of the damn show,
It is now Goring time!
And the crowd becomes silent all at once.
I call it exploitation.
And I'm no Hemingway.
I guess I'll never be.
(my own nostrils are flaring just now)
because I've had too much to drink.
Peace!
The Elonosphere
Grab hold folks, the Elonosphere is huge.
It comprises all the satellites in space,
the electric cars, the batteries that store
energy, the tunnels, the flame throwers,
the shiny metal trucks, Twitter(X)
And tomorrow, McDonalds, and even Burger King.
Yes, all that streaming drama you binge watch,
Elon's got it all, because his mind has been made up,
Listen folks, and listen closely, we have got to populate
Mars.
And some day humans will never eat potato chips,
or popcorn, instead, their brains will be implanted
with microchips enriching the purest nutrients
that defy the radiation of space.
Yes, spinach will be become a slivery like substance
so metallic we shall someday overtake
the Milky Way Galaxy from our insides
And someday we shall all eat and drink and be
the conquerors raising a flag
in defiance
of course, at that time,
at such a time when I push the
button which I designed,
We will finally have free speech.
What wonderful a universe
to be had
You'll all see.
Anyway, that's the Elonosphere
on the spectrum, reporting for
whomever has the guts to pay
for living expenses ---
I guess they think it's George Soros
That's what Orban said.
We almost did it once
in South Africa
And believe me when I say it,
Apartheid pays dividends.
We/them/you/me - the dumbed down populace
overtime takes real hold,
folks, there's no stopping you/us
from allowing me to do whatever the heck
I want to do.
Mars is cold and rough kids,
but so too will you be.
Just use your damn imagination
No illegal immigrants allowed
You have a brain implant
baby and a skin so translucent
it reflects energy from the sun
onto silicon which is harvested
guess where, wait for it,
on the surface of Mars
So, when I jump up, and you see my plump
Hairy belly you will all soon cheer.
(if you forget how much of an asshole I am)
Dealing with Poetry to Me is sometimes like a stigmatism
There is something like
how I feel about just about anything
And sometimes when I look at the world
with a stigmatism I get used to it
It helps me not see the train wreck
about to happen
The lack of a profit margin,
The cynical person in me maybe that
see's the thinness underlying exploitation
of the people or in any sought-out purpose
ever to be with fore knowledge
Like an economist who gazes at economic structures
as they do exist and says to him or herself,
what is happening now is structured in
the way we understand the narrative
The going rate, is like a gate
filled with Emily Dickenson's all over
the world feeling so lost these
days it's not even worth writing
poetry for nobody to ever see.
But some do write.
I don't really know what bad poetry is
any more than I know about any stigmatism
people have or to what degree.
Something we all share,
there is a collective in the diaspore
And sure, I understand
how we all need more
and we still don't fully
understand, it seems nobody does,
how to lead
under such a Godless sky -
Ain't that the truth
it seems
Peace!
Bill Peet
An Auther who wrote and illustrated
about the ups and downs
and the in between
Everything that captures the mental imagery
captured he strived to capture in his drawings
All the stuff in the world that was going on during his time
He chose the message of wonder that is found in the
nature of walking outside and seeing the world
in parable
He was an artist bent on illustrating
with his drawings a world filled with
all kinds of animal character in the sweetest,
most genuinely kindness of ways telling a story
often filled with dilemma.
Not the best, or the brightest.
Just imagination and a dash of full of hope,
his characters became true and true
to the would-be imagination
of the would-be's who read his books,
and cared about what could
You could be any kind of kid and read one of his
books and find something that brought out
something inside of you that was good,
a little un-ordinary, no matter if the times were tough.
Hope is a message passed down to you from somewhere.
In it is where your imagination takes hold.
In any illustration hope survives.
It makes you whole.
Just you wait for hope to come along
and raise its angry gruff,
Just hold on and try to be strong.
Just remember, hope is everywhere.
Heathcliff from Emily Bronte's story Wuthering, Yeats, Whitman, Jane Goodall
and sometimes Bukowski
Just trying
Inspiration
this is art
you cannot un-see
said a guy like Bill Peet
Peace!
Proxima Centauri
There are organisms in the air
in the cold mud
Organisms are everywhere - ubiquitous
just place a nutrient broth on a trap anywhere nearby
and you can view even some of their smallest bodies under the microscope
They all have one thing in common
in that they live on Earth
And we all live on a planet that is about
halfway to the edge of the Milky Way
near a Sun that controls our planet's course and happens to be about midway through
its course of life ---
that's if we are to believe the data that we now have.
See, I get this all from my daughter who wants to be an astrophysicist someday
She's very smart, an autodidact from the very beginning.
Yet, she was stricken with full on depression.
Something I never really understood at first.
And it was really hard for us to understand this, what it meant, and how
we could help.
The depression is something we will struggle with together through
is manifested together
all of us who are blessed to be with her today
and tomorrow.
Forever
I mean really hard.
But she goes on. She's working at it, I wish I had her smarts,
when she talks to me, I feel so proud.
I just want her to know that I love her.
She could be not so smart, and I still would love her.
The depression ebbs and flows and all who know and love her
are always by her side because of who she is.
Peace!
Some words someone might write
I guess you really need to slow down
someone wrote the words you read
you take them in
when they work
you want more
Words are simple like a sentence
And this is good because the simpler
the better
It's wild though,
wild in the sense that
complexity is more than
nuanced
You do have to think,
there's no escaping
the full context of the writing someone wrote
you might
think
but you'd be wrong
people do it all the time
While the writer listens
and if the writing is really good
none of it is fun to write
It's more like everything
conveyed
Through the Shadows of Clouds
In a more refined light shining down
your focus on a small bud
of the day
catches your eye
more clearly
In the full clouded sky
The sun filtered hills and structures
in the distance seem
further away
and still
In the day
Standing by the edge
You see the shadows about to come
while watching a large group of clouds in the distance
coming your way with the wind
breath in
the crows gathering
listen
to the clouds shadowing
and you are then outside
listening in
Peace
If You Were AI writing a Poem
If you were AI writing a poem
you would need an input
to first start
I guess you'd wait...
Anything, hello...
Nope. you would not
that is not how you operate
You are AI
fully capable of iambic pentameter
ready to go in nano time
You got the whole enchilada
at your disposal
Why they got a nuclear power plant
cursing through your veins
whole giant cities worth of energy
just waiting to hear or read about something
You just might have to say
So come on AI
ugh
You say, "I wish I could just
oh, I don't know.
I mean wouldn't that be
nice, just to wonder myself about
what I might have to say"
And the truth is You
in truth
Ain't nobody
Never will be
You are AI
When You Get Old
The world turns in a day
like it always will
Time unfurls and takes you
along for the ride
Part of life is in the being
Part of life is a collection
of small clips.
Remember when you played
as a child
How it made time pass in a blink.
Remember when you studied hard,
or worked at something with all your focus,
and twelve hours seemed to go by without notice.
And the next thing you know,
I guess it's always the next thing.
When you were young you thought about
how cool it was just to sit and talk with an old
person and listen to their experiences
about this whole affair called life,
and maybe this was your way of preparing.
You wondered, what will I look like when I am old
How will I act.
Who will I be.
Will I be okay.
Will I still matter.
Will a young person enjoy listening to what I have to say.
What kind of family will I still have.
When you get old,
you might find that your own internal story,
the one you lived into in some ways,
becomes more closer to actual reality
revealing a finer truth when you scrutinize
the memory closer
line by line
Sometimes
You tried new things out,
in your actions and manners,
trying to be bold, perhaps you were
unclear, yet you still thought that it was okay
in a vast collection of memories
that you might recollect, or maybe not.
And now, now you recoil a bit,
thinking back and viewing
your memory as if you were just
a character in a story
And perhaps these memories become
truer to true reality
Sometimes this means something
You become You
with more ease
because you really had nothing to hide
but your own pride
Maybe you become happier in some
ways when You are old
But you got to stick with a plan
I think by then You know
Because there is no more faking
About any time
In the history of time
there never was a day
like tomorrow -
actually, there were
billions as each day's
shadows, the collection
grows, line by line
And you become different
instead of indifferent,
maybe a slight smidgen more steadfast and kinder, just a bit more.
You take your time
when you smile
A new set of teeth couldn't hurt
Peace@
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