Children Of A Lesser God - RevisitedA Chapter Closes :More Like This
During the 80's It was a refugee camp for Afghan refugees escaping the Soviet invasion. At that time it lay well outside the boundaries of Islamabad in a large undeveloped sector of land. It was locally known as "Afghan Basti" (Afghan Locality). A few years later, the government amalgamated the Afghan Refugee camps that were spread inside the country to the sections of Khyber Puktoonkhwa, Federally Administered Tribal Areas (FATA) and Baluchistan that border Afghanistan, making it easier to manage the continual inflow refugees. The sector was returned back to its state of desolation but still retained its common name of “Afghan Basti”.
The soviets were routed, the war ended, and the
cosmic awareness observes the finalethat feeling you felt as a childMore Like This
emerging from the old theater
past many hours of immersion in film
having slipped the genuine world
and lost one's sense of time's passage
multiply that experience
and its essence billions of times...
[you're still not nearly there]
llp - dA - jul2014
AncientThe Ancient One watched. From the very beginning of All, he watched. He observed as the Universe of universes arrived, as the stars came to be, as the galaxies formed, as the worlds arrived. All made of Universal stuff transformed. Seemingly endless changes from things to other things proceded unimpeded. The great game was beautiful. Entertaining. Fun. And then came the holes, the black, the always empty. Worlds were hurled to Darkness, places without places, without event. Where nothing happened. Not ever. Where Ever was Not. Slowly, oh, so slowly, the Universe of universes faded and disappeared. And was gone. The Ancient One had nothing more to watch and cried timeless and empty tears.More Like This
Lancelot Price 2014 June 21
First to LastOnce upon a happy time, I was your joyous waking thought,More Like This
A first whim to start your working day.
Now I am an afterthought when all your tasks are done,
A last resort to keep boredom at bay.
fore closurewhen friends move onMore Like This
before they die
then time moves on
much further on
before you learn
what can one say
besides "there was a day"?
when your friends die
before they've gone
you're caught off-guard
what can one say?
what should one say
to not end up
all mired in yesterday?
years ago i somehow learned
don't get too close, or you'll get burned
llp - dA - jan2014
chaotic conclusionseverything is weightedMore Like This
both of the above are true
self-referential thoughts have influence
over that to which they refer
expectations can alter reality
rub a wart with a silver coin
and it's hi-yo placebo! away!
momentum and time perception -
growth and entropy -
are effected by the feedback loops
of quantum conscious existence
with all this in mind:
does reality not morph itself
in both certain and uncertain ways?
as we endeavor to live our lives
we should never be surprised
at random chance's antics
even a raven is thermodynamic
[as we both quoth: forever-more]
llp - dA - jan2014
Fair Not Even Perhaps it is the stash of Valium she keeps in her desk, but Erin is calm no matter what is happening: a student threatening to jump from a three story window, a student locked in a bathroom stall refusing to come out or the verbal assault of another teacher who feels that our students did not belong in the school. My friend and colleague in working with young adults with special needs, Erin is a perky and outgoing redhead who takes no guff from her students, colleagues or friends.More Like This
It is true that our disabled students get extra perks to help them succeed in school such as extra time to complete their work, less work assigned or maybe even another assignment altogether depending on the students’ needs. There is always that one kid in class who will yell out, “It’s not fair!” and refuse to do his work because he shouldn't have to work extra just because he is smart and not retarded. It's not fair because she shouldn't have
solipsismIf there were an otherMore Like This
I would strive to discover
Such as it is,
there is nothing to bother
Looking at you,
all I will ever see
is what I already know.
A "You" will never be
beyond my "you are so".
It appears, a way out could be
to live the most possible me...
The more I am,
the more you can be