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So, there are a hundred billion stars in our Galaxy, and there are about 200 billion galaxy's, and we dont know how many Universes exist, so in reality Earth is so small it may not even exist in reality but,,,, the Scientist say this,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,The universe refers to the totality of all that exists, the cosmos. The universe is flat and is composed of 4.6% atoms, 24% cold dark matter, and 71.4% dark energy. A galaxy is a large collection of stars, gas, and dust kept together by gravity. Galaxies come in all sorts of different shapes and sizes.
Wow, Real things are said to be mind-independent, so mind-independent existence makes things real. This is the primary tenet of Metaphysical Realism. Real things are also said to exist fundamentally, so something could be real in one sense (exist fundamentally) but not be real in another (exist mind-independently).
The further quantum physicists peer into the nature of reality, the more evidence they are finding that everything is energy at the most fundamental levels. Reality is merely an illusion, although a very persistent one.
What is the true reality?
True Reality is simply the existence that was created for Mankind and for everything else. The best we can do is to seek an understanding of this Reality so that we can comply with its dictates.

Somehow history got lost in translation, that was then and this is now, we have Iphones, your phones and my phones,we have facebook, youtube, mytube, redtube, twitter, ,, wow, imagine we tweet to each other?,, all rocking robins, its like we are hypnotized for some reason, and news channels bring the news, about people dying fighting for their lives, and the bully doing the killing is just being watched, really, he threatens nuclear war, and the world bites, let him do what he wants as long as it's not us, we cant survive world war three,, we have to let him be!!!!!!
And the stupidity of it all, he will do it anyway, no matter what we do or say, its time to stop it, take a stand, draw a line in the sand, stand together united and free, its him or its me!! or you,,, or you too.
Tyranny will not be defeated by weak hearts, our fear gives it strength, our resolve never to submit kills it, why not die in the pursuit of freedom than in the chains of CAPTIVITY?
In the words of those UKRAINIAN soldiers,, Russian Warship,,,, GO f*ck YOURSELVES!

And I wonder, if love songs didn't make you sad, and life didn't make you mad, if life was perfect how would you be?
And I wonder, if tomorrow was the end of it all, how would you be? what would you do? Its all a question of love and life, oh yes, it is, what would we miss, without you, without me, nothing to see.
And I wonder, where we can go from here?, tell me where?
I just wonder, from here? to there? to where?
Just wondering!

It's late after midnight and your trying to sleep
You imagine yourself in a world of dreams
Hold tight to your pillow pull the sheets over head
Your trying to block out those nightmares in your head

You see all the worlds leaders going insane
Yah they call up their war machines with their bullets and pain
The bodies are scattered like the drops of the rain
And your lying here watching them killing each other away
Yah your lying here watching them killing each other away

You know their killing when they meet
And their killing in the streets
Their killing in the hills
And their killing in the fields
Their dying in the fields

Its late after midnight and your trying to sleep
You see the hand of the reaper stretching out through the night
The bodies are scattered like the drops of the rain
And your lying here watching him taking the corpses' away
Yah your lying here watching him taking the corpses' away

You know their killing when they meet
And their killing in the streets
Their killing in the hills
And their killing in the fields
Their dying in the fields

When we think of electricity we think it was the greatest invention
In modern society, this in affect is tue, the idea was to create a
Better life for all who use it. The power of electricity helps us in our
Homes and offices, it provides light, it operates air conditioning
And many household appliances, not to mention transport,
The internet and television services we all rely on, on the downside
Electricity can create a time paradox, if the power goes out during
A blackout, we are virtually transported back to the 1900s, where
There was no electricity. We all experience a time in our dark past.
Electricity has never been totally perfected to serve us. We rely
On it but can never truly trust it to be there when needed. As they
Say in life, Nothing is perfect in an inperfect world.

Author. John Ginesi
22 December 2019

Sorry I was to loud to proud,
Listen i could listen but you hear me as if I'm dead or do i not exist,
I didn't scream,

Felt past this all,
Fell apart from this well,
Walked away from the rope,
It was always a joke,

Lost in time no matter no crime,
Still in touch with reality,

Living inside and out divedends that don't make sense,

Lying hiding from what inspiration creativity,
Creating reality as if it was such a huss,

Living life crying old loving hate,
Hating love,

To die like this would be unfortunate,
To live like this carries burdens inside and out,
Sounds pretty amusing unknown~~~

Just a note
to say hello,
waiting on a bowl of gumbo.
Seems you are a no-show,
Probably sneaking off again with the maestro

Long ago
known for her solos
but before she wore out her welcome on cello,
she tried to play jazz off a banjo
in the wine cellar was locked away her self-absorbed piano.

Summoned inspiration for a tune from an episode
from The Twilight Zone
which starred a fallen saint who lost her halo
When It rolled from her dome
while dipping her bent toes
into the dark cosmos
but pissed off a red demonic hippo
pouncing on a giant translucent minnow
So the story goes
she paid thru the nose.
The falling halo
was oddly enough snatched up by a swooping sparrow,
but dropped like a dirty ho
on seeing a dancing scarecrow
doing the tango
with a Hispanic gringo.
but crows are no dodos
Each of them has a mind of their own.
mostly Crows are at home
on sun baked roads,
like Idaho's
US 95 thru Moscow,
grilling up some squirming h*rny toads.
The halo tumbled for years through God only knows
til it finally landed on the Antiques Roadshow
in Chicago
following a dubious Van Gogh
spotted missing yet another ear lobe?!

.

I sought to find, I sought to find - and found,
Lost innocence, that was newly shattered;-
When, now that I had seen Old Sydney Town,
In her cloak of darkness, nothing mattered.
When all I wanted, was to find my own
Identity; my senses now were scattered,
Into the stars; now down in Old Kings Cross,
(My memory now grows a verdant moss).

So young, (they say), so young for a "street kid",
(Well this is what it makes you - if you stay);
Something to shock the Ego, and the Id;
To shock your very soul into dismay;
Where in this shady place, in corners hid,
Were ev'ry type of vice, and wicked way;
There's things you shouldn't see when your fifteen;-
Things that are a nightmare's waking dream.

So now up gaudy William Street, I walked,
Past glitzy showrooms of luxury cars,
Past girls on corners (before whom I balked);
And by each corner, with their lonely bars;
Past the trannies*, whom their wares they hawked;
(For a Mountains Boy, this may as well be Mars);
Past the Coke Sign**, and into her den of vice;
And anything you want - if you have the price.

Bright lights, big city, (so they say) - it's true;
Many moths to a flame, many moths destroyed;
And once it's seen, there's none forget the view;
(Even if thereafter, they then, the place, avoid).
Here's another street fight, here's another blue;***
And before too long, here's police deploy'd;
A gangster's paradise - men like Neddy Smith;-****
Now all these years later, we have Neddy's myth.

I'm on Darlo Road^, (I'm in the "Cross proper);
Past strip shows, f*ck shows, nightclubs, and such things;
With drug dealers paying off the bent coppers;^^
And all is well, and good - till someone "sings";
Then you'll see "what gives" - when they "come a cropper";^^^
(Their blood on the street - is what this brings);
They're called a "dog"^^^^; and bashed there in the street;
And afterwards; their face is like minced meat!

Still there's virtue, in the worst of us;
When the tattoo'd arms, of some criminal,
Would pull me back from the danger, and the fuss;
Away from things which scarred the mind subliminal;
And swimming in societies' worst pus;
With prostitutes strutting in their clothes minimal;
And most of them off their heads on smack;
Which was guaranteed to keep them coming back.

Though in this place, there was a kind of beauty;
Sometimes mix'd in, with the vice, and dross;
At fifteen, I was innocent, as could be
Expected; when I first saw old Kings Cross;
Still things run deep, and deep runs the cruel sea;
And many things must die, to pay the cost.
Some things, which died, inside me, at this time;
Now form the very subject of this rhyme.

So at fifteen, (and also still a virgin);
A young kid's eyes are opened to the world;
My education, somehow, had to begin;-
And so it did - in this underworld.
Drinking underage - most pubs let me in;
(My young mind swimming in the alcohol);
Of course these places also paid police;-
To operate in this place of vice.

So there you have it all;- "it takes all kinds";
And of this saying's truth - I have no doubt;
At my young age then, I missed the land mines;
By keeping quiet - a whisper was a shout;-
(Or could become one - in some other's mind);
It took so little for a fight to break out;-
Which could then cascade into a mighty brawl;
That was "all in" - a violent free for all.

Now the 'Cross is nothing like it used to be;
(Though some things do not change up there - I'm sure);
And She's expensive - in her gentility;
(No longer will you find the dozy whore).
With a veneer of respectability;-
And a little more regard for the Law;-
Pubs close early - with Lockout Laws in place;^^^^
And less young kids there, getting off their face.



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I once was worshipped as the Sun-God Ra,
In that age, I was more benevolent,
But today I am, an Indifferent Star,
Heat, (trapped by emissions) grows more violent;
Born long ago - a birth in time afar,
I'm all fusion, and my heat cannot relent;-
So pray to what you will - it does not matter;-
As radiation to the Void, I must scatter.

A basic fractal pattern bought me here,
Generated quantum physics from the Void,
The human plague, I see, my burning sphere,
Does what it must, as fusion is deployed;
My hot ire is now what you all should fear;
And I care not one jot if Earth's destroyed;
If all must perish, because of human greed;
And the far too frequent spreading of his seed.

For in these Universes infinite,
I'm but one, of many trillion here,
There's other life - far more intelligent,
Each spinning 'round their own burning sphere;
The momentum in the System is irrelevant;
And burn, I must, as the Earth must sear;
For all this was started long ago;-
I cannot stop what is now causing woe.

Is there a chance, I won't incinerate,
The human primates, dwelling there below?
Your added gasses, that now incarcerate,
My heat - that melts glaciers, and snow?
The Laws of Physics, are quite inviolate,
And there's nothing I can do, to even slow;
What must burn, with my Atomic Fusion;-
I'm no computer pattern or illusion.

If there's a chance, then Man must act alone,
Take responsibility, for his own actions,
The overpopulated planet now must groan,
Because of Man's more stupid infractions;
There's no point praying to the skies, to moan;-
To beseech a non-existent god's reactions;
Man must face the nightmare he's created;
And his greed - which is never satiated.

For - you see - I'm but an Indifferent Star;
(With just so much hydrogen to helium);
And burn I must - as Man must drive his car;-
My ultraviolet burns his epithelium;
There's a slim chance, my rays, they will not mar;
Those humans to escape my hot delirium;-
Though Man must help himself - that's the principle;
For burn, I must - I cannot help the crucible.

That animals must suffer - it's a shame;
The "Twilight of the Idols"* is at hand;
There's not much hope that Man can raise his game;
Whilst he talks to an Imaginary Friend;
I've been called the Sun-God Ra - it's all the same;
It's time Man faced the Facts - to not pretend;
That a non-existent man, in the skies;-
Would care now, if he lives, or if he dies.


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