Zeros and Heros, They gather all around, In nothing, in everything, Still holding their ground. How many is too many? I wonder out loud, Will I ever get to count? Is One still allowed? My mind, it is aching, And nothing else matters— The hemispheres converge, In silence, their patterns.
Bobbing along, ducks on a pond, Serene and calm above the tide, Paddling away like mad beneath, Troubles sliding off our shoulders Like water down a sleek duck back. We waddle on, never alone, In step with friends, quiet journey home. Dedicated to my friend DooBetter who taught me how to "duck back"
You watch me You see me You hear what I say You take me seriously, Show me the way You want a blockchain? How audacious! Extreme! I laugh and I smile at the grandeur of your scheme! To own your own ledger? Indelible dream To prove that you've been Both here and not here at this time, in this scene, Taking small steps for man Giant leaps for mankind, A wizard who's coding The best games in the land I watch how you soar Through the digital skies I am awed and amazed As you rise to new highs
Forming ties both deep and subtle, Support and guidance—free and true— Offered openly, sincerely, Unfettered by the chains of greed. So, here you are, Steadfastly present, Undemanding, fun, and pleasant - No expectation, nor demand - Just the quiet, elusive company You brought with you when you came. When you, quietly, Emerged victorious, Undefeated By the demons of My realm, And stayed... Filling spaces undefined By word or gesture, Within The simple, Unspoken acknowledgment Of each other’s presence— Within the spaces between words, The lines left unsaid— There is a sense of Everything - and nothing - all at once, Offering an invitation to explore together, To trust the shared understanding That doesn’t need to be articulated. Thus reflected is the nature Embracied by all life's wild turmoil, Where even in the solitary moments, There is value to be found By walking onward in the Spaces words don’t reach...
I was born under a wandrin' star I was born under a wandrin' star Wheels are made for rollin' Mules are made to pack I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back I was born under a wandrin' star Mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to Which with any luck will never come true I was born under a wandrin' star I was born under a wandrin' star Do I know where hell is? Hell is in hello Heaven is goodbye for ever, it's time for me to go I was born under a wandrin' star A wandrin' wandrin' star When I get to heaven tie me to a tree Or I'll begin to roam, and soon you know where I will be I was born under a wandrin' star A wandrin' wandrin' star https://youtu.be/2L8n_tQPNIQ?si=lHctoqa2YB4sCttm
You are mighty skillful, Few could dare compete, A specialist, a captain, Who’s not afraid to speak. I don’t know the things I need, But you stand ever near, With tools and laughter, ready help, A ship to guide and steer. A chicken game, a mess of yokes, Portals, stores, and assets, Cryptotokens, trading tricks, Music, fun—and endless facets. But of all the things you offer, What pulls me back again, Is the story of the future, And the way that you explain.
The Spell that I would like to cast, in my best spellcaster's voice, ripples through the ethos in tune with the sound of the beating of the angels' wings as the Armies of the Lord Congregate at the dawning of the NEW TIME. And it comes to me in small quiet Moments as I see the destiny of mankind unfold before me in Splendor and Magesty.
Everything has value, No effort is wasted Strive for the highest heights, Reach for the stars. Be all that you can be Give all you have to give Play every move with skill Never say die. Reach out your hand to help Walk alongside the weak Celebrate everything Dance in the rain.
At the end of drought When the rains finally fall Onto the thirsty earth The torrents cannot penetrate Into dehydrated clay To transport the nutrients Released by decay Up towards the blue heavens Because the spaces between The dessicated grains Of earth have shrunk So tight together that the Water molecules are Too large to percolate
Why, at the end of everything, Do I stand, searching for meaning? In the echoes of all I've seen, What's the point of where I've been? Deep are the bonds, and weird. Fleeting moments, passed or shared. Was it real or just dreamed? It is way more than it seemed... Maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s all, Just an Empire's rise and fall. Everywhen nowhere lies unseen, Nestled in the quiet spaces Lying in between. Or broken. Do pens rhymn? Yours and mine? The end line
