Poems
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Arbitrium Simulatum
Vault Dweller I: In this vault we're sealed, a final haven, As the world above crumbles, war-raven. Humanity's future, a word to define: Management, the key to our design. Radicalism spreads, a Hollywood clap, Apocalypse sold, inescapable trap. You, a mere product, control stripped away, Society's child, born to obey. Vault Dweller II: So choice is illusion, a comforting lie? No voice for the people, no freedom to try? Participating means we must accept Our role as the cogs, forever inept? Vault Dweller I: You grasp the truth, though it brings no joy, Greater good demands we be its envoy. Order preserved through sacrifice great, Individual wills must abdicate. Vault Dweller II: How does this differ from a mob's decree? Surely one mind holds more clarity. The group may think, but it lacks the nuance Of a single soul, free from influence. Vault Dweller I: In an imperfect world, what justice remains? Flawed beings at the helm, with fallible brains. Their memories, mere shadows of what was real, Can they fairly judge, or true balance feel? Mind is imperfect, recollection weak, Reality warped by the truths we seek.
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Masks
Take off that online persona's guise With filtered pics. O no, my friend, it's just a lie To gain some fleeting "likes" and clicks, But truth's not nigh. In public, kindness you may show, A friendly face. But in your heart, does hatred grow? The news peddles it at a pace That's sure to slow. You can't be your best self with hate Inside your heart. Each day, strive to improve your fate, From yesterday, make a fresh start, And choose what's great. Perhaps the Stoics had it right, That history Should not hinder joy or delight. Embrace the present, and you'll see A path that's bright.
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Bunkers for capitalists
In gilded chambers, safe from strife, The wealthy few, secure their life, With luxuries to ease their fear, While masses face the end so near. Apocalyptic fear formed consumerism. Kings under a moutain of selfisish elitism. A dragon’s hoard buys a chance, To live, daydreaming of their time in France.
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Art
Art, a mirror of our souls, reflects the essence of our being, A canvas for expression, where emotions find their freeing. It bridges gaps between cultures, a universal tongue, Inspiring, enriching lives, a gift to old and young.
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Surreal Portal
In a ruined city, a portal glows with blue light Against the fiery sky, a monument to cosmic fright The landscape shattered, rubble strewn across the ground An apocalyptic scene, dark forces gather all around
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Order
In the realm of thought, where concepts intertwine, Chaos and order dance, a rhythm divine. Humanity's quest, to make sense of the world, Unraveling mysteries, as knowledge unfurled. Our minds, they seek patterns in the vast unknown, To build understanding, to call something our own. For without order, our thoughts would be lost, In a sea of confusion, where reason is tossed. But what of chaos, that elusive force? Is it truly disorder, or just a different course? Perhaps it's a challenge, to our limited view, A call to explore, to learn something new. Like magic of old, that once seemed so strange, Chaos may be a frontier, waiting for change. As we push the boundaries of what we can grasp, The unknown becomes known, in our mental clasp. For life itself, so complex and grand, Emerges from chaos, guided by order's hand. The painting, a testament to human creation, Chaos on canvas, born from ordered contemplation. It's not a battle, between two opposing sides, But a dance of discovery, where knowledge resides. Laws and understanding, our tools to explore, While the undefined and unknowable, we can't ignore. In the end, it's a journey, a quest for the wise, To bring light to the darkness, to open our eyes. For in the interplay of chaos and order's might, Lies the beauty of the universe, in endless flight.
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Wordsmiths
In the depths of exhaustion, a spark still burns bright, A storyteller's passion, an unyielding light. Through the trials of creation, they persevere, Crafting worlds and characters, so vivid and clear. With each word written, a piece of their soul, Poured onto pages, a story to unfold. The mind, a labyrinth of imagination, A wellspring of tales, defying limitation. Consistency, the key to unlock their art, Dedication, the force that sets them apart. Day after day, they toil and they strive, Breathing life into stories, keeping dreams alive. Though the journey is taxing, the path sometimes bleak, They find strength in the words that they speak. For in their stories, a power resides, To inspire, to challenge, to open minds wide. Treasured are the storytellers, the weavers of dreams, Their works, a respite from life's endless schemes. Through their craft, they offer a chance to escape, To explore new horizons, to find solace and shape. So let us honor the writers, the creators of lore, May their pens never falter, their minds never wane. For in their tireless efforts, in the gifts they store, Words that will remain and ignite in our brains.
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A Tale of Taxes
Since ancient times, the tax collector's due A portion of the fruits of labor claimed From Pharaoh's wheat to Caesar's revenue The powers that be have always tax ordained In 1913 the Income Tax Act was born A progressive rate, the more you earn, the more you pay Yet loopholes let the crafty duck becoming the norm While common folk get no such getaway The system seems too big to fight alone We dutifully file each April's eve But unfairness makes the people groan Will there be no reprieve The Panama Papers show how some connive To stash their cash in shell company's name Tax havens help the richest few to thrive A two-tier system - privilege without shame For all the rest, there's no choice but to bear The burden of a tax they cannot dodge A bitter pill - injustice hard to square The government can’t seek self-sabotage Yet schools and roads and much that we hold dear Depend on steady flow to the treasury Fair tax, the framework shall not delay another year We need a system serving you and me
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Trolls
In the depths of ancient forests, where shadows dance and mysteries reside, Their spirits intertwined with the essence of the wild, a bond so pure and true, In harmony with the whispers of the wind and the melodies of the tide, Protectors of the fauna and flora, they keep the balance anew. They shield the mountains, the valleys, the rivers that run through. Where secrets of the wild unfold, we shall happily pay their fares They invite us to embrace the uncharted, to find solace in nature's lairs, In their enchanted domain, we uncover the key to living, To mend the bonds we've neglected, to open our hearts and let nature pour. Perhaps we have missed the simple joys that come from giving To rediscover our connection to nature's core, the wisdom of folklore. And to cherish the timeless tales, uncovering the knowledge that they store Trolls, the guardians of nature, stand tall with an unwavering stride. May we find our way back to the earth alongside our own nature’s guide.
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Eclipse
Amidst the cosmic dance, an eclipse takes stage, Planets form from dust and gas, a stellar birthright, A celestial event, written on history's page. Bound by gravity's embrace, a cosmic might. Circling stars in orbits grand and bright. A rare alignment, Earth, Moon, and Sun converge, Shadows cast, a celestial merge. Humanity, a mere speck on the cosmic scale, Yet we dream of things much larger than our own, Contemplating existence, so fragile and frail. Curiosity drives us to explore the unknown, Seeking truths that the universe has shown. The burden of celestial bodies in a sea of emptiness, Amidst the void, amongst the forgiven, a kindness.