Poem: Untitled Remedy

Untitled Remedy

Little heat ripples on a street
tiny ants dance in rhythmic beat
to what end does the ladybug fly
so pretty and red and free
can we decode its hieroglyphic mask
we are quite entranced with things anew
hidden corridors open with such kaboom
a tall wine glass flows a river red
a kiss, a glance, a bit of dread
we strive for passion
we desire advance
careful movements, a most delicate confluence
a silent snake encoils the brain
whispering dark temptations
deviant alliteration
emergent evocation of primordial jubilation
extinguish the spark of the magnetic mind
niceness and longing, eternal solace in selfish surrender
echoes of the imagination spring forth like hot metal
on a sweaty summer day
confess one's deep unholy desires
like catching the winds in the Sahara desert
dramatic soliloquy, modern reflection
of sweet chameleon exaltation
so blur, diverging into memories of wanton fickleness
incontinent narcissistic parabiotic rambling
pay the merry piper shinny coin
all worth being in accordance with one's evaluation
do not incite ferocity without expecting ecstatic retort
does effort meet art or do words reads like diary pages
does anyone ever have a clue on what they really need

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Tired old man

Knock, knock
a dirty old cane hits the pavement floor
step, step, step
feet dragging over cold hard ground
everyone looks but pays little attention
it is all too commonplace
the old are ignored
and considered mostly helpless
and seems all the young want
from the old
is for them to act nice, don't be creepy, and don't get in the way
recalling some comments made by my cousin
society is still segregated
put on shelves like stacks of paper
defined, categorized, and exquisitely illustrated
a kind of art which captures the imagination when one is young
and people live it
from birth until death
in highschool I remember watching people
I thought were sane and educated and far from the
racist generations who lynched black men for dating white girls
apparently, people still define themselves by triviliaties
people don't know who they are, so they let their environment define them
I never quite understood why some people
want to act and be ignorant
and perpetuate negative racial stereotypes
and I watch in amazement as one kind of behavior
is negatively stereotyped, while they act
like they are above another type of stereotyping
and I realize
almost noone thinks for themselves
most people just pick up whatever belief
is the easiest
not what is the truest
and stick with it devotely
like a dog to an old bone
most everyone is really tired and old
can barely find their way around the simple obstacles
that lie in their path, thinking is hard, and understanding, even more so
and I wonder if I even have a point or if there is some truth
that will make this whole enigma unravel
contemplating I can only come to one thing, let all your actions be guided
by love

Being special

The king stands clothed in his regal clothes paraded before all to see
the little boy sings before a crowd of parents aiming only to please
confused as we are to the meaning
define me
consume me
look in the mirror
what do you see
I see disappointment
what is this need to be in the spotlight
noone likes an arrogant fool
but I stand before you naked
what else can I do
baring myself heart and soul
searching deep within
I look inside my own inner vortex
for something special
a spark
a ray perhaps to light up your life
a sparkle of hope
a spoonful of sugar
to sweeten the bitterness of existence
we all want to be liked
do you like me
do you think of me
to want a friend
sometimes seems so wrong
so selfish
while so many millions of people starve
so many millions rot away in prisons
and live a nothing life
we all ask
who am I to complain
who am I to judge
it doesn't make any sense
and all rewards seem like
just pale offerings
adding structure
where only a sea of wet sand exists
I ask you
what price is worth it
to be called
special
by others

Distant lover

I just want to be beautiful for you
all we have is our memories
and they are frail
and stained yellow by the aging light
it feels like eons ago
touch and vision in
a whirlwind of emotions captured by a single remembrance
death is not the ending of love
though some think it is the ending of marriage
the bluejays sing a tired song
the smell of barbeque smoke on a hot summer day
it all comes floating back
those bus rides together
our eyes locked
and all of space melted
into us and we were the sole inhabitants of eternity
distance and time separate true love from simple desire
some things you just cannot let go
some people you cannot forget
and are always within you
and a part of you
sometimes we believe the water is so clear
and a storm appears
and we can see nothing
down...
below
in the depths
and you realize clarity only happens when you are alone
away from friends and family
when you don't have to pretend to be
happy, successful, and as deluded as they are
and you can remember that which you love the most

10 poems to soothe the tired soul

In dedication to ninapoetry (http://www.youtube.com/user/ninapoetry) and her inspiring poetry, so here is some of my own, I just created, today: 10 poems to soothe the tired soul.

Art and Science

Science without art, is lame, unoriginal
a stem without its petals,
a sun without its radiance
a mouse without its tail
one day people will understand
one day they will know
all ways of seeing are connected
nothing stands on its own
without beauty, science is well
pointless
fruitless
anime without color
a hollow vessel looking for water
a homeless child searching for love
we are all monsters
we are all so blind
we do not see
we do not know
we do not hear
noone understands what I mean
the gentle flute plays a melody
of eternal sadness
for its long lost lover
do you know what love is
real love
inside you, deep within
in the silent stirring
it breathes in forever
it breathes out forever
and knows only one thing
the object of its love

On the beautiful child

Beauty, innocence, remember me
the child born knowing
clothed in brilliance it sees clearly
when truth is always on your mind
lies are seen easily
it does not cry
filled with joy
it laughs
filled with love
it knows to cry when touched
by a broken heart
it thirsts for understanding
like a starving man
for a slice of bread
it has no biases
wisdom is on its tongue
and it walks quietly
never seeking to stir attention to itself
it is a friend to all
forgiving all who show it malice
what is beauty
beauty is purposeful
it knows what it wants
and works tireless towards its goal
it is laughter
flowing like a gentle river
around everything
it is creativity
you look at it and you wonder
are you a beautiful child?

Crowd of friends

Talking
crying
living
loving
but alone
they think they know you
but noone enters
you are deep
the ocean swims in you
a thousand thousand voices echo inside
you believe thousands of contradictory things
you don't really have a cliché
you believe
and your mind works in weird angles
and you move unseen
you speak
but noone hears your voice
I am an atheist
the multitude of beliefs in God and the supernatural
are delusional
and scary
and often heartless
yet
I believe in something
in fact I know of something
which I believe I can
prove
and can be tested
and understood
by science
but I have told noone
but when you have an ocean in a cup
like a little black hole in unseen space
water spills out
again and again
but it is all out of order
people don't see
the big picture
the real message
and I am afraid
of how what I know
could be misused
by those seeking
to serve their own causes
and not that
of humanity's
I am in a crowd of friends
but alone.

Drown in words

I drown in words
I drown in you
consumed, confused,
I float in a sea of white
form needs function
or it is just a painting
without imagination
I feel something
I guess you could call
it longing
but for what
I am unsure
life seems so.....
out of order
it is like putting
together a puzzle
made up of all squares
and your only clue
to how they are supposed
to go together
is when you look
at the finished product
the puzzles you get
from the store
the pieces tell you
where they are
supposed to go
kinda like a religion
created by people
might tell you
how to act
what looks like you
figuring out a mystery
is really the mystery
being given to you
in precut pieces
it's just molecules of
paper and color and glue
and nothing really fits
like you are told it does
it is prearranged madness
so you think you know
but you really know
what you are told
I so just want to drown
and leave this world of madness.


Being respectable

The good child is usually not the happy child
if you play ball long enough
according to society's standards
they will make you president
they even give you a cute little
red button
push me
pick country
and have it all end
nuclear winter
you give the unhappiest people
in the world
a red button
of revenge
all that hate
and anger
bottled up
so volatile
people are so illogical
and the world is run by crazies
and people think this is
just the way it is supposed to be
what choice do you really have
is such a thing as free elections
could such a thing exist
true democracy is a delusion
and we are ruled by kings and queens
and nobility
they are just called by a different name
representatives, presidents, and of ministers
to think we have a choice
we elect the rich and the connected
families
trained to rule
to be respectable

Inside someone else's mind

This world feels so unlike me
I touch it, taste it, gaze into its
eyes
its weird
it looks so fake
so pretend
the colors are so gray
people don't know what real colors
is like
what real vision is like
what real beautiful
music
is like
the world feels like
an old
abandoned
town
deserted
lost
hopeless
nothing seems real
feels like living inside someone
else's mind
everything so arbitrary
I wouldn't create
the world
this way
so devoid of passion
of character
of description
of purposeful order
a world filled with
so many contrary
belief systems
like discordant
music
you hold your hands
over your ears
cuz the sound
of it
drives you crazy
so irritating
so yuck
so full of fail
if the world was created
by an intelligence
then it is subpar
lacking
so needing of creativity
of beauty
of understanding
this world feels
like an unfinished painting
random objects
in a half painted scene
waiting for detail
and structure
I could do better

Paranormal

Paranormal is abnormal
wishful thinking
we speculate
and believe our speculations
we believe whatever image our imagination
gives form to
and it is detached
from experience
and we presume we know
so certain of our delusions
they take on a perverse reality
and distort the space around us
into a thing
into a vision
of our inner sickness
we are so full of crap
and have to act like
we are certain
so anyone will listen to us
cardinal rule of debate
and argumentative writing
be certain
be assertive
when doubt
clouds your vision
when certainty of
God
and angels
and life after death
is just a fiction to one
and the prophets
loved the mushrooms
and the opium
and cannabis
the origin of religions
are riddled
with forgotten drug use
hallucinogens
mind altering euphoria
our god came from
a drug
we just don't remember
the intoxication

Gift

Discovering another
little fingers intertwined
atoms dancing
is temptation wrong
not even an atom wants to be alone
it yearns
and it gathers others to it
scientists call it gravity
but it is just a spatial distortion
caused by longing
and it gathers those like it
gravity moves like art
in an unseen way
of fractals
with a most beautiful geometry
scientists call it by other names too
but that is my secret
shhh
don't tell
the universe is held together by an unseen love
from which all morals are born
and die
the conscience is an invention
of the brain
seeing we needed guidance
so it was written
in a language
we have yet to comprehend
but it is there
waiting
for us to listen
the human
is a being
composed
of a multitude of dnas
each with their
own duties
each in service of awareness

Eerie reflection of Me

Swirling
I can feel the
universe
move within me
the universe longs
to find its lover
can you see its
lips
kissing space
so much passion
green hot burning
ecstasy
intoxicating wonder
the universe makes love
to others like it
and world collide
in blues and purples
and reds
and there is this
dance
kinda
showing off
like a peacock
so full of flair
and their passion burns across the stars
swirling
dancing
threads of light
bursting
in bubbles
of radiant ecstasy
can you hear
the sound of the
two lovers
in the stillness of the night
its kinda eerie

Unknown bumps

Corn chips, I remember they tasted different
when I was younger
they have this bitter taste to them now
like the taste of death and dirt
one of the many benefits of
genetic engineering
food has lost its scent
and its taste
food has become stale
we are just unaware
and the world has gotten hotter
the icicles never returned
I miss the cold
silly huh
I feel like I am
slowly
being boiled alive
I love
the cold
it promotes
thinking
the hot
feels like sleep
like relaxing
I treasure every noble
and creative thing
to ever spring forth
from the fabric
of my consciousness
the unknown
takes form
within me
and I craft
wonders out of the invisible
so that others
may see
what their eyes cannot
only the self can see
if you rely
on the eyes
you will forever be blind

Youtube's New Comment System, September 2009, Simple Macro

Ok, here is simple macro I wrote using autoit. In simple terms it automates hitting pagedown and clicking on Show More Comments. Note you will probably have to modify the mouseclick x and y values for your setup. Here is the sourcecode, so to speak. It is autoit v3. Enjoy



; Script Start - Add your code below here
#Include
#include
#include
#include
$sType=4
Opt("WinWaitDelay", 100)
; This needs to be 2 so it will target the window no matter where it is on your screen."Opt("WinTitleMatchMode", 2)"
;This way it doesnt have to be in top left corner.
Opt("WinTitleMatchMode", 2)
Opt("WinDetectHiddenText", 1)
Opt("PixelCoordMode", 2)
Opt("MouseCoordMode", 2)


HotKeySet("{END}", "KillBot");hitting the endkey calls the killbot function

$Windows="YouTube";note be careful nothing else you have opened is named youtube
;note be careful nothing else you have opened is named youtube
;note be careful nothing else you have opened is named youtube
; Sleep(1000)
$x=0
Call ("WindowsTab")
MouseClick ("left", 10, 410, 1, 0); to make sure pagedown works properly
Sleep(100)
Send ("{PGDN}")
Sleep(500)
Send ("{PGDN}")
Sleep(500)


While $x<1000 ;while loop, although stop at given value, the actually effect is proportional and much closer than this.
;100 loops = +650 comments if you start at beginning, but the rate slowed down over time, because loading the comments slowed down
;1000 loops = +1990 comments if you start at beginning (ie 10 comments), takes forever
Call ("WindowsTab"); call function "windowstab"
SLeep(10);wait 10 milliseconds
Send ("{PGDN}");simulates pagedown key being pressed
Sleep(10)
Send ("{PGDN}")
Sleep(10)
Send ("{PGDN}")
;{PGDN}
;MouseMove(600, 610, 0)
;MouseClick ("left", 600, 610, 2, 0)
;MouseClick ("left", 600, 580, 2, 0)
MouseClick ("left", 600, 430, 2, 0); instanting moves mouse to location x=600, y = 610, clicks twice(2)
;location of Show More Comments, note depending on your screen resolution and browser text size, you will probably need to change this.
;MouseClick ( "button" [, x, y [, clicks [, speed ]]] )
Sleep(20)
Send ("{PGDN}")
Sleep(20)
Send ("{PGDN}")

;MouseClick ("left", 930, 732, 1, 10)
$x=$x+1
WEnd




Func WindowsTab()

WinWait($Windows, "")
If Not WinActive($Windows, "") Then WinActivate($Windows, "")
WinWaitActive($Windows, "")
EndFunc

Func KillBot()
$MB_MsgBoxButtons = 5 ;What buttons that show in messagebox 5 = Retry and Cancel
$MB_Cancel = 2 ;What button is pressed to exit the script 2 = Cancel, If Cancel button is pushed the script stops.
If MsgBox($MB_MsgBoxButtons, "You Stopped the Bot!", "Retry or Cancel the bot?") == $MB_Cancel Then
Exit
EndIf
EndFunc ;==>KillBot

;Script End