Presence us memories engineers

 

Transmit bit

 The notion held, a perfect fit,

But outward bound, a smaller bit.

The listener's take, a different knit,

The core idea, we seldom hit.

Fading familiar

The pattern etched, a well-worn groove,

Resisting what might help us move.

For fear the new will leave us bare,

We clutch the solace nestled there.

Though wisdom whispers, "Let it go,"

The tethered spirit answers, "No."

This fragile piece, this constant thing,

A shaky hope that change won't bring.

All accumulation me apart

 

Common protect grandparent wisdom

 

Violation idiots cause vanity

 

Fate twice another I

 

Earth breath

Our rigid lines, our ordered space,

A fleeting grip on time and place.

The wild heart waits, with quiet grace,

To bloom again, in its own pace.

Hate it void love

 

Up together

Atlas shrugged, or so it's sold,

But even as he broke the mold,

Must've wished for a hand to hold,

A burden shared, a story told.

For even giants, strong and bold,

Sometimes need help, before they're cold.

Truth thought right servitude

 

First another it socialism

 

it experience suffering possibility

 

Britches biggerer

 He struts in finery, not truly his own.

His decrees echo from a imitated throne.

His narrative built, on seeds he has sown.

But history's harvest is strangely grown.

Freedom truth mind own

 

I no best

 To truly know, you must let go

The urge to judge, to steal the show.

For humble minds, in truth they find,

A richer now, for all mankind.

You counting underthinking enemy