Author: ETHNODATA1

We face a battle.
We aren’t going to fight it,
But we will win it.

Blast from the Past:

The tongue is a rope
That can give just enough slack
To hang yourself with

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