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Glass walls cracked and fractured, A world all our own where toxic gases bloom , The inner world the self that is cut in pieces , Rebuilt held together with light threads, Locked in knots with a meaning of hope that encounters horrors before revival the heaven of perfection the eternal hour, Sleeping minds speak, Four vocal tones differing inner monologs convert from, Debating logic to pure reason, To be release to breath, When the outer perception Is reviewed showing what beholds Perceiving of a vocal singular chameleon , The host a possession that looks genuine, But as natural, As the perfection of pearls, While three sleep dormant; For the one speaking, Becomes like a symbiotic lover, Protecting the original host from destruction, Emptiness is when I start to breath in a full blown reality, The stillness of mental clarity, When the inner child dissolved with agreement of safety, While the mental code designed and a behavior like a double helix, Twisted engineered sends

Oh Disney, Oh Disney what happened to you When I was little you glinted and glowed Your stories were filled with sparks and life! You made me want to watch and listen To admire your characters and the tales you told Now it has changed you have become bloated and fat! You have consumed so much! When you consumed Star Wars you snuffed out the stars Where was the thought and the planning? What happen to movies and shows You canned Clone Wars when it was at its peek You regressed and repeated the stories The ratio of good to bad is now reversed Instead of making new stories you are remaking old Your stripping the cartoons and replacing with live action When you have a good show you shorten and then cancel it When you shorten Owl House you put the "Oww!" in Owl What could have been a show that defined a generation that broke boundaries and soared You snuffed out like a candle, and to the woe of the fans You ignore what made you good and the characters of old You remake them ruining

In a land where critters play, Underneath the sun's warm ray, There's a place of joy it seems, It's time for Animal Land Adventures! Through the trees and meadows wide, Creatures of all shapes and stride, Whiskers twitch and tails wag high, Let the animal adventures amplify. Squirrel acrobats in the treetop show, Raccoons with masks, sly and slow, Fluttering butterflies in colors grand, Welcome to the Animal Land! Hop along with bunnies so fleet, Listen to the songbirds sweet, In the pond, the frogs croon, Underneath the silvery moon. Lions roar in a friendly way, Giraffes stretch their necks, so they say, Elephants with trunks held high, Beneath the open, endless sky. Monkey chatter, parrots squawk, Waddle with penguins on an icy walk, In Animal Land, the fun won't cease, Come and join the grand feast. With every hoof, paw, and wing, Let the Animal Land adventures spring, A world of wonder, joy, and glee, For every critter, wild and free!

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“Common Sense and Population” Common sense does not always last forever. Or, maybe it never lasts forever. Yeah, we do have “history” for common sense. We discover new events and new activities over the centuries. If that is the case, how does a “sense” keep going and going? 300 years ago, there was still “common sense” on Earth. But, this “common sense” was different from the “common senses” before it. Always remember that common sense is a practical mixer for evolution. So, yeah. 300 years ago, there was common sense. But, today, in the modern world we live in now, that “common sense” is now rare. We might as well call it “rare sense”. All of this change against common sense is due in part to human population changes. Obviously, back then, Earth did not support BILLIONS of humans. Centuries ago, there were just millions or so of humans. For this reason, it’s reasonable for me today to say that common sense can get rare. A sense does not need to be “nice” to be “everywhere”. But,

My body wants to sit My mind wants to sleep My soul wants to create My body wants to eat My mind wants to fast My soul wants to be blissful My body wants to cry My mind wants to be silent My soul wants to exist My body wants to die My mind wants to live My soul wants to forget My body wants closeness My mind wants isolation My soul wants oneness My body wants to be calm My mind wants an impulse My soul wants to play My body wants to laugh My mind wants to worry My soul wants to experience My body wants to be solid My mind wants to be light My soul wants to be free My body wants to be beautiful My mind wants to be authentic My soul wants to just be

The tempo undemanding, the notes quietly melancholic, revered, contemplative. All in all, accepting the farewell. Gestures of the conductor’s baton.  The tempo hasty, more tearful, bittersweet. All in all, more accepting of the final farewell. By E.Elliot

Has our musing been wrong all along (is my writing wrong?)? I have called into question the concepts of objectivity and subjectivity and their regard for the existence of life. Is subjectivity personal (is this not common sense?)? Is objectivity impersonal (is this not also common sense?)? Here lies the error. Invert the perceptions. “What are you babbling about?” Subjectivity is the essence of the impersonal! Witness how, with defiance and tenacity, subjectivity asserts their view. Their truth. Is this not done without regard for the subjectivity of others? Are not other individualities canceled out? One experiences claustrophobia – there is no space for the synthesis of other subjectivities – they are not invited – no other truths are allowed at the table. Objectivity is the essence of the personal! Is it not clear that with openness, honesty, understanding and reason objectivity asserts no truth but rather allows the synthesis of multiple truths. Cinders glow and knowledge is

As a youngster she thought That monsters only existed within The pages Of her favorite children's books That her mother read to her Youngster's Naively - CzarnyKon 🐴

True love knows limits. When and why was this forgotten? What occurred (what didn’t occur) that synthesized these words into maladaptive affections of assertion? This assertion, the very action and distribution, brings about love’s nihility. By E.Elliot & A.J.Mortimer