Feminist Movement

I live this I tell this of spacing
The words letters symbols movement
Thought
Life
Time
Sleep
Wake / to be continued

The word feminism is used more in a negative way
Last couple months you have not found it useful?

It is a picture that is drawn and an image that is seen
Not a long conversation; think how things worked a hundred, now a thousand year ago
You support the feminist movement in every convention of your life
Except the word: you are the deed

A movement takes inertia and that took struggle wake up
A whisper of sustainability a movement with further to go

Ocean wave
Blindness we live Bliss you see

As you look to me I do not write
Paint symbols I no understand
So I sown word

Do we no longer hear?
I've walked away from too much to tell there story
I play the words and see them dance and understand what it is I can do

Yet I have lost all desire to make anything clear
To give anything value

Breath Of Joy

It's a nice day when another universe walks in the door, cold winds cars shutter
Hands can never be too full as are full of all and we are connected

Not the usual loss nor the victory # a naval skirmish two ships around the bend
What was shown was this moment honestly created from other intentions

An edifice in time constructed like others novel and worthy the smiles it gives me
You have not found solution only implementation

Or perhaps a third universe: together
They way I see it there are only two stakeholders

Usually I'm either one hundred percent right or one hundred percent wrong
and you can count on that as I do these constructions inventions enjoyments of mine

Process

owning the past to release it

You need to really examine the past at times, not to be obsessed all in due course, but I think it is time travel when you are explaining to someone else your past. You often pick up messages and contradictions that do not contradict, when you remember you recreate the memory.  The memory in a sense will degrade, each time remembered less real.


They talk about entropy, and that is the real question, how then me and you, what should we then be doing.


Will entropy get us or are we getting something wrong
Our history points to the latter

So time travel is relatively easy in theory
 but time travel you know sharing a beach towel on a sunny beach 8 hours eating movie fish

Three Gurus

One doesn't move for long periods of time and watches of all things an ipod
As certain things best served cold

One will guide you all the way and never repeat herself
Never prepared but she is always there

One told me such a beautiful truth
Sometimes you need to borrow someone else's strength to open your heart

Three gurus a tree fort built

Life and Debt

One billion: One billion one
The ratio of life
Charge is conserved

You can not just make a negative
There has to be a positive
Dirac saw the math first and it was poetic

At first glance would almost seem a debt to pay
Certainly the laws of physic are symetrical
From nothing positive and negative

Just to conserve the charge with the greatest accounting detail
Clearly measured and found a bit lacking and found us
One billion: One billion one

Two billion: Two billion two
Now we are getting somewhere from nowhere
We are an equivalent ratio I assure you

Money pretends to be such a fiction
Imutable laws beyond our concern
Settled and understood

No debt no money
Fundamentally symmetrical creating something from nothing
The nothingness what is preserved

We observe it and assign magical qualities
Something we believe in more than ourselves
We treat it exactly like a God

Unlike other idols it gives something from nothing
It is an illusion and few better
I monitor the numbers on my account they measure my hours

Our system is absurd
Seems to fit for the simple reason our universe is also
How could there not be hope

The future arriving with the past as we learn more of both
There is so much you ever want to do
Who ever you are to be

It is exciting borrowed from nothing
One billion: One billion one
No less so seen as design the wheel in the wheel in the wheel