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i gamble,
knowing nothing of the math,
a speculator in theory -
hence the hedging of my bets.
i hold a reserve of curiousity,
am sure to adjust every wager.
likewise, all is cosmic thinking,
via input - continuous input,
given weight and counterweight,
to arrive at no beliefs,
but yes, positions - for now,
until overriding facts intervene.
more and more - how we all operate,
in honesty, we cast off beliefs,
assume positions,
hold them in a temporary arbitrary way -
willing and expecting to be swayed.
so, we are.
we exercise flexibility;
trees in wind,
humans - bob and weave.
then, o'er friends who break and fall,
we sadly shake our heads... and grieve.
llp - sep2010 - dA
knowing nothing of the math,
a speculator in theory -
hence the hedging of my bets.
i hold a reserve of curiousity,
am sure to adjust every wager.
likewise, all is cosmic thinking,
via input - continuous input,
given weight and counterweight,
to arrive at no beliefs,
but yes, positions - for now,
until overriding facts intervene.
more and more - how we all operate,
in honesty, we cast off beliefs,
assume positions,
hold them in a temporary arbitrary way -
willing and expecting to be swayed.
so, we are.
we exercise flexibility;
trees in wind,
humans - bob and weave.
then, o'er friends who break and fall,
we sadly shake our heads... and grieve.
llp - sep2010 - dA
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Dandelion Dust
the memories fly with a dandelion dust among meadows I left my basket full of berries the wounds that lay deeper still burn with a dull pain rain washes them with viridescent blood my new life starts, I settle among trees between the blueblack midnight and crimson noon filling my lungs with the scent of pines tossing red poppies into the air stepping into mushroom circles [ I am wild as wolves, my soul howls to the moon ] life shifts, to sway my waves the wind fetches dandelion dust ... to carry me away...
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Cliffjumper finally gets his memory back PART 3
Doomsayer told Cliffjumper to wait while he walks over to get the Matrix of Conquest from the stone altar. Hivemus Prime, Hot Rod, Strongarm, Sideswipe, and Orion Eclipse watched through the crack from the other room as they could see that the Matrix of Conquest looked like the Matrix of Leadership, but different. "What is that thing?" Sideswipe asked with a quiet voice. "It looks like...The Dark Spark?" Hivemus Prime assumed. "It looks like the Matrix of Leadership, except it's evil-looking." Hot Rod added. "Shh! Keep your voices down." Orion told his friends. "Doomsayer could hear us." he said. Doomsayer stopped by the stone altar as the Matrix of Conquest was hovering above it in a purple force field. When Doomsayer carefully reached his hand servo over to grab it, the force field didn't harm him. It recognized the Blood of Unicron from within him and the force field died down as Doomsayer grabbed the Matrix of Conquest with both hand servos. Doomsayer looked at the evil relic
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Greenhouse
What blasphemous botanist planted such a sinful seed in me? It must love such damp, dark, mouldering soil for it to flourish so. Watch it crawl upwards, hitching rides on so many thoughts, scaling up my skeleton, until I resemble more of a perennial than a person. Leaves and stems latch on to soft, fleshy walls with thorn-like precision, up, up, and out. Out of my mouth and into the world. Watch me take root, as this nefarious flora decides that I am a perfect pot for poison.
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no i don't actually gamble.
there can be a risk
to taking a position on something.
one needs to be ready
to let it go.
when there is no way to know,
one has to make decisions anyway,
based upon our best guess,
an opinion, a position.
however, an opinion,
sometimes held too dearly,
when it has to be replaced,
there is a sense of loss.
fairly major nuancial edits, 9-23-10
there can be a risk
to taking a position on something.
one needs to be ready
to let it go.
when there is no way to know,
one has to make decisions anyway,
based upon our best guess,
an opinion, a position.
however, an opinion,
sometimes held too dearly,
when it has to be replaced,
there is a sense of loss.
fairly major nuancial edits, 9-23-10
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The abrupt shift of mood and focus in the last two lines is interesting, Pip.
Most of us stubbornly bet on the wrong number, believing it must come right in the end!
Most of us stubbornly bet on the wrong number, believing it must come right in the end!