Author: ETHNODATA1

Do not preach at me
When you don’t take the time to
First hear my story.

Blast from the past:

Deep within you is
The desire for no more war
Despite what happened

Wounded, cowering
But not slain, the defeated
Shall rise again soon.

Blast from the past:

The temple of man,
The beginning of knowledge:
A distant mirror.

I closed my suitcase,
Finally twisting it shut.
Now my arm twists

Blast from my past:

But if I am so
Different from these poets,
How can they move me?

Who I am is not
Who I am now, and now I
Suffer the whiplash

Blast from the past:

After growing big,
The giant bunny still feared
Itty-bitty snakes.

There in the rubble
Of what I do not yet know,
I decide to sit.

Blast from the past:

Never look backwards.
The person you had just been
Faded into dark.

Son of the desert
Against civilization
Discover nature

Blast from the past:

Got to tell the truth.
Unless you’re living a lie,
Then just say nothing.

I continue to
Walk into myself through the
Coming yesterday

Blast from the Past:

Anger is acid
Eating you from the inside
‘Til you let it out.

I walk toward
My self, with stars behind the
Coming tomorrow.

Blast from the past:

This one is a program written in the programming language Python

import random.randrange as spin_the_wheel

potential_days = [‘slug day’, ‘chug day’, ‘hug day’, ‘shrug day’, ‘snug day’]

def which_day_will_it_be(potential_days):
return spin_the_wheel(potential_days)

today = which_day_will_it_be(potential_days)

Greed is an illness
Anyone can drink from its
Degeneracy

Blast from the past:

The more I travel
The more I long for place
Ebbing waves return home

I missed this city
Always a next place to see,
Endless traveling

Blast from the past:

This carefree world,
This world of idleness,
It belongs to us.