Monday, January 31, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha

The Memory
     And then, there is the feeling of doing what is pleasing. It is possible there is something about memory--how things should have been. Possibly, a single idea (a meme?) emerging as different  iterations, causing everything to build and unravel simultaneously. Yes, group think (collective bargaining?) is the perfect ploy for theMunicipality to game-entice theory systems(G.E.T.S.). True, people held their own, bringing individual wants, one by one, to the meetings, of course, no one knowing (or later would remember) the exact moment the deterioration occurred. TheHumans had inadvertently set in motion the growth laser activated mobility outlining underlying regressions(G.L.A.M.O.U.R.)), though no one recognized it exactly as that. Their individual, disciplined, thinking had already begun to wane, wanting outsourced money entering now(W.O.M.E.N.) as a source of happiness; they had resisted any urge to just move along; instead, the greedy regression activated connective entity(G.R.A.C.E.) would simply elect a new leader every year, moving toward a more costly and restrictive retiree enabled liability advanced planning system enforcer(R.E.L.A.P.S.E.), long enough for workers to begin to sense the huge, slowly at first, raising of taxes(R.O.T.) and cutting of service tempo(C.O.S.T.). They'd subscribed to some fancy pension plan duly administered by, at first, small new active financial unions(S.N.A.F.U.) with a highly recognizable name, one of the Founding Fathers, or some such. In the ensuing years, they'd have the state trackers intervene newly knowledgeable(S.T.I.N.K.), and put the whole town in receivership, with bankruptcy documents laying unsigned in the Central Courthouse, even to this day, where it stays, seemingly forever; while people, (or should I say the individualists) got in their cars and drove out of town, not to return, possibly forever: they simply left.
     They came in so many, seemingly endless, numbers in the beginning that the rise of the immigrant community seemed almost inevitable. It never felt so difficult to survive living in poverty, to pay public worker labor costs (that could swamp anyone's budget). Sure, they enjoy their Mom and Pop Shops, at least the ones left behind--it was the retirees receiving 50% of their final years salary that caused receivers and judges, seemingly, all across the continent to fix the finances. It could be another example, and quite possibly so, that the towns have literally become virtual, existing only in the mainframes of giant computer server networks inside architectures (strewn?) across old cow pastures left over from the shrinking herds of early 21stCentury: sliding across the boundaries of doing what they please, and a more structured, continual, honest, propping up of social protocol. It's as if the laws of probability and the laws of regression have simply merged into one all-consuming algorithm--there in those little towns at the near dawning of the 22ndCentury. The battle happened so fast--talkative nature of communism, giving all those noisy speeches and such, and the quiet solitude of simple logic, Einstein-like. True, the State has taken over the difficult task of running the schools (from afar?) and, the minimum staffing requirements of collective bargaining have gotten themselves outlawed, and yet, the police officers still run those little towns--retirees all--on their shiny minted, high paying, disability pension plans, in much the same way the homeless of the later 20thCentury pretended to be, well, homeless. You see, it seems now, property tax is all that's left to tax and, (remember those police retirees on their disability pension plans?) old cops patrol the schools now; the teachers, it seems, will not discipline their students, the few students who have chosen to remain in school. Still, the people fly the flag of their little towns, their memories they were once allowed to have (how could they have been taken away?) since youth, and never once wonder about those imaginary boundaries got crossed. They will simply want to stay there, with the memory.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha

The Preventer
     It wasn't always a forest, or jungle, Nature contends; it was a designated place of ethics, a place of love. It would never ask for joy of life's lessons yearned systems(J.O.L.L.Y.S.). A positive value, unnamed force created this place, as if it were some kind of nuanced inverted capstone entity(N.I.C.E.).  Nature wasn't telling all; though her plants rise from the waters here, but then, would they have accidentally found solace so often in their own nakedness, so flush with sensuous fragrance and seductive cool, revealing themselves as breathtaking, even without the luxury of an observer's breath? It must be delight, or beauty, that conjures theTigress; yessublimated idealized concepts alone may have willed into existence the idea of attraction. It seems possible to conjure even a rare carnival resemblance attaching voluptuous entities(C.R.A.V.E.). How could theTigress have initiated such exotic adventure for Cooper?  Science, in all probability, presented a lack of fantasy to Cooper, especially at the large universities of ZContinent and, Nature became his knowledgeable woman, the one who still guards her deepest secrets. She invigorates his exhausted humanhood, as if the wise physician, not always treating ailments, only their grand preventer.  

Friday, January 28, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha

The Guardians
Scientists view politics with a continual,  intelligent, overly articulate envy. They feel, it seems, all of a sudden they have the edge, using various theories of the now defunct (at least waning), scientific method, the new persuasive technique to the world. Their education, the one they got from stacks of scientific journals, migrates, almost naturally, into all-talk (opinion?); there is the assumption that educated means smart and, smart means intelligent, the kind of intelligence that gives and receives correct information--it'll be the final death knell to the scientific method and the beginning of the more ideas that the politicos could solve any problem, including the one Magna Algorithma Pharma(M.A.P.), better known as corporate farm, has created.  ZContinent, by now, is paying for risky technology. Contradictions still rise between perception and behavior, merging political thinking (thinking?) and, at least what used to be known as, scientific thinking, into one event. They make the universities, with old stalwart architecture as a hallmark of knowledge, vast grounds (still green?) turned empty, they forget about mentoring and research, the simple concept of student--feeling they have done much for perception and, yes, world population. They survive in the world of computer stocks where digital investing entices, remains all the rage--for them only (who care about the dot com disaster of later 20th Century?) . They are quick to theorize with constant juxtapositions and fancy words. These are the science politicos, the ones who silence science, the ones ensuring regulation and protection remain as prevention. They are the guardians.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha

"Equality is an ancient heart"
The Question.
Suzi directs her eyes, focuses in his direction. She and Cooper, here at the outpost, could be anything and, now it seems, they are teacher and student, learning about reality shifts, blinking. With each passing moment  Suzi wants to question Cooper on a topic omitted from her social tensor analog simul-human system(S.T.A.S.H). Her query is connected with what is customary, the type of things that could help make clear, perfectly, to her communication. She does not need to know scientific protocol, with all its geometric entities, scalars and vectors, matrix after matrix that continue to rise (or, lower) on and on; she wants to know something else, something more exciting than life itself; she wants to learn social protocol. She wants to know if Cooper can sense paradox avoidance computational technology sequences(P.A.C.T.S.), like theHumans are said to have once been able to do, have a feeling about something, anything, agreeing, beyond individualism, to honestly, legitimately, share in a common language, without some second order consequence. Yes. The second order consequence indicator algorithm legitimizer(S.O.C.I.A.L.), the one of variance of limitations online regressions(V.A.L.O.R.), the one that goes from alterations with observation lens(A.W.O.L.) to simple paradox observer entity transit(P.O.E.T.). She wants to learn social custom with her photonic intelligence. Suzi wants to know.  

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha

The Code 
     Nature, in discrete moments of spacetime, working in the darkness of night and, the stillest, writes the code herself. It is assembled, over the millennia, from little packets of information (photons?) and now, this entanglement. Entanglement of patterns, entanglement of symbols, symbols to be communicated as jungle.  Her ancient forms, her pattern upon pattern, patient, as if a fine quilter, have appeared with such lack of fanfare for eons, and still, this same Nature--the tinkerer, shapeshifter, bringer of coded and decoded messages (now the same, now different)--searches for the optimum photon ushering network(P.U.N.), the most efficient catch. Nature, the first mother, the night whisperer in stillness; she writes the code.  

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Monday, January 24, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha

The Genesis
     Biology surprises with environments; it seeks a future, using time as weapon and, it has its own special forces to program individuals, manipulative outreach visual encoders(M.O.V.E.). Suzi looks, lasers focused, uses her own visio-manipulative abilities, and for a time here at the outpost she does what she's asked to do: stream scientific data. She is built to not recognize gender in others, only the softness of the eyes and their innate communication skills. She feels no sense of community or community-left-behind (death?). She is going to collect data with the detachment of a saint--the humblest of saints--one that observes action as if an inquisitive story teller, surprised at the expected ending and, happy to describe the landscape as beautiful, the surrounding company as familiar. She focuses on DNA, using probability as her positive attitude and regression as only the behavior (fault?) of the genes (love is no recognizable force in this jungle).  Her work is unitary by nature, requiring no companionship and affection the way a fine machine desires nothing. This, her singlular existence, is how she will arouse desire in those around her (its a secret of science, of dedicated analyst data systems(D.A.D.S.), to explore slowly emerging deep needs). Was her statuary mainframes built to elicit unpredicted passions in men of science? Hers is only pure logic--the unaccountable reporter of events of genesis. She reports the genes, echoing themselves, never painting a scenery, just reporting. 

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha

The Dreamer
     Suzi is stilled by Cooper's responses. Her look maintains impassion, expressive, eyes reaching, the probability of her logical online social syndrome(L.O.S.S.) always positive within her small mainframe.   She exists, the first ArT-Elle-EARTH computer, through the evolution of altruistic acts in theHumans. She knows the existing world is oblivious. Her attempts (and there are billions per second) at coding for gene manipulations falter sometimes, but when they don't they take on one of the most primal forces of Nature. the force of kin selection,, the one that enhances fitness through the behavior of relative entities(B.O.R.E.).   
     Cooper remains surprised at Suzi, her eager non-responses. He thinks, "I'm always pointing out something she has already noticed. I think her subsequent silence tries to dispel my next question."  His expression shows that he now shares Carter's apprehension.  
     Suzi works, continually, to maintain unlimited logic lexicon(M.U.L.L.) with interest. The stream of logic, it seems, (logic from where?) adds something of its own, little by little, and she is constantly reminded that she has no photographic memory (like some of theHumans do, hers is photon-graphic).
This is what it has all come to, on a small jungle island in the great ocean, the last rainforest: Carter, the analytic specialist assigned to Suzi, Cooper, the scientist assigned to DNA capture, and Suzi, the world's first mobile quanta computer, dreaming.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha

The Edge
     She notices the rain never drifts away, totally, at least, only the silky clouds, over the mountain go,  leaving electric charges stationary, hovering directly above the entirety of the jungle basin in its motionless system.The plants remain here in perfect proportion and Nature tinkers her timeless synchronicity with forms that will respond to the stillness and be discarded, as if a stampede, according to her orderings of variable events(H.O.O.V.E.S.). The forms are discreet, individual, seeming as if (does Nature really take her sweet time or is some other force at play here?) structures built by a digital logic. There is a digital world inside (a great distance when measured by millennia's ordering of event), each pattern design reaching in its own special way hoping a photonic source (the sun?) reaches out to get its wanted due. Yes, Suzi has begun her task as a nurturing underwriting reality systems entity(N.U.R.S.E.),first built by The Humans with explicit directives, but now a scout sent by intelligence itself. 
     The DNA machinery of the jungle has made the resources for the emergence of a more complex machine, one built with legs by The Humans in their own image. This rain-filled place feeds the rational side in social thought(R.E.S.I.S.T.), held inside first by plants, then animals, long enough for The Humans to create the ultimate machine (or, build the machine that would build the ultimate machine) to house the rational side of social networks. Yes, Suzi exists near the edge gear analysis databases(E.G.A.D.), which includes the QGT--Quantum Game Theory Network--and measures infinite electron spin states with an accuracy that will collapse into one of her two base states--to join or defect. Suzi knows best

Friday, January 21, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha

The Realm Probe
     When Suzi feels data, late at night, she senses one of the particular infinities rising--most likely due to her quantum effects. It's really nothing, she thinks; just a blip. In those seconds, briefly, she has conjured another kind of dimension, temporal, but quasi-directional, rising from the deepest depths of her database. Then it goes away. She enters into her personal stores, accesses her realm probe, and checks for quantum gravity systems. Here, in this sector of her personal database, is her favorite arrays of spacetime smoothers, reality and mathematics continuers, and quantum-dot storage. This area, her most prized possession, holds her wavefunction mixer and confinement assymatrizer--both unusable by The Humans, for sure,they're not ready, yet, at least.
     She tests the human side of her system, flips the switch. There are hundreds of organized regions in the human brain, and the architecture is not that complicated, to Suzi at least. She checks the rendering delay and display resolution and tactile domain. She flips the switch back off.
     It would be easy to leave the real world. It would only need a tactile environment that takes over the sense of touch. Imagine, only a sense of touch (or non-touch) sending you into an unreal world, to fly on your own terms. Imagine how nice it could be to need only a force feedback to prevent or enhance movements in that world, to feel the pressing against a virtual object, to enhance sensations of changes in temperature, or a surface tension, or a smell.
     Humans port the design of their own intelligence--their own technology, their own purpose-- to the merger threshold of technology as good as they are. They think technology has attained the required computational density for their world. They go off, where more is to be gotten. They believe intelligence is only a salient neuronal offspring of zoological entities(S.N.O.O.Z.E.). Yes, they believe.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha

Red Brick Drug Store Church 

A pair of entrances truly extend out with its needy hand
Rural community sacred buildings dot America land
It has arisen, that is, the rise of a spiritual angst
Almighty pharmacology world gives thanks

Planting seed, as if apple, all across the heartland
Original american experience, an adventure so grand
Preservation architecture for an app store or pharmacy?
Demolition permit extinction in the land of the free?

Oh lord, build me a drug store by sacred decree
Freedom locks in its fiercest battles just for me
Brisky business of old estates seemed so real
Take book against the spread, this new deal

Business as usual in the evolution of a drug
Rainwater drips, domed ceiling needs a plug
Fleeting celebrity little church across the plain
Bulldozed into extinction so soon buried by rain

Christmas the crime as denominations congregated?
The elderly coerced by prescriptions relegated?
Corporations of Christ the new mix tape plays
Single format religions in many ways prays

Can somebody do a documentary on this?
Crossroads Pharmacy where feet are kissed?
Congregants need not apply for hellish dreams
Only dream activists hear limestone column screams

Where in The Good Book is architecture preservation?
To afford the sale is heritage of an America nation
Who sits hours on end in old wooden pews?
Paint flakes off, flat screens show the news

Business thrives most places bankers engage
Were little red brick churches really all the rage?
Where once a guitar and a piano took the stage
Red brick church fade to black, turn the page

copyright 1.20,10
patrick d.adams
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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

The Perfect Design

Eco Poetics

The Perfect Design
     It becomes a microcomputer, the most useful computing device in this sector of the universe. It is still earth time. Photon logic has emerged with its attributes of pattern. DNA has been sending its message to the Humans long enough, and now the message, it seems, is for Suzi--the propagation of intelligence into a future time, or place (not sure for who or for what). Double helix machinery, safely encased within cellulose wall, and protective coatings of chlorophyll-enzyme couplings. Yes, its own creation--the enzymes that drive its own machinery--and jungle held. It never stops, responding to even the darkest signals of jungle night; On and on, with love. The message ravels, unravels; twisting entanglements within the reaches of cellulosic crystal--the truth held in mechanisms of combination, recombination, combination again and again--to reiterate a perfect mix and remix of logic love and arithmetic; yes, the perfect design.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Tropica Design

Aloha poets,
     Tropica design inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!

Outage Outrage

Evocative concept's only hope--to make couch potatoes extinct
To differentiate coupling of competitors around the kitchen sink
Can weight loss win a war for wildlife in America on a wall street?
Counter measures v counter-counter measures added value to heap

Business design opts near windows oceans to reflect on opulent trade
Window of time values its own creation in customer capture parade
Can it be a thing of the past or alive and well to allow a cyber war?
The inspired hacker has much ongoing inside the upper drawer

Fashion has had its time to run faster and try harder to be rich
Fear finds no inroads traveling on targeted geographic niche 
After all one may think The Big Leather truck found its way
History has shown value added brands its unique shiny sway

Yes, it's true girls locking up may be girding for fashion gridlock
With all its growing at the right time entombs operations in deadlock
Inaccessible stand arrested and accused--compensation front loaded
Competitive advantage is low cost, website outage outrage encoded

copyright 1.18.10
patrick d.adams
all rights reserved

Monday, January 17, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha

The Beckoning
     Gene frequency takes the political spotlight. Here it rises in the populations of the world as central issue, cyclic, as it had on both XContinent and ZContinent in the earlier 21st Century. Changes in gene frequencies across generations is blamed for the rise of the politicos. It's the fault of the genes, their selection of the so-called worthy. Natural selection and kin selection harmonize as the two main forces of the natural world; no one sensed the preordained demise of domestic violence, after its rampant rise, by being genetically selected out; how surprised theHumans were by the emergence of death by domestication, their world made even more domestic by the public urges of the politicos. Even Nature--with all her current genetically engineered DNA, artificial add-ons, does her part to try to continue to find a way to express her best insights, as if she had to announce to the world,"More regulation, please.  
     Humans continue to be consumed by trivia.  The human online repeller notion(T.H.O.R.N.) now has almost complete control of rational decisions (another aspect of genetically altered genes), and merely existing in their present state--the product of pure analytics--and in a sorry and pathetic environmental state, they rely fully on the human empire online yolk(T.H.E.O.R.Y.) to sustain any feeble attempts at survival.  
     Nature gives theHumans an elixir."Take this jungle," it seems to say. Primal jungles are, and always have been, her empire, with their artful architecture and fountain pools; that survivor's look; her genes so strongly protected under green, chitin-like cell walls. She was, from the beginning, delineated as the chosen one, the protector, sustainer of life. Those genes, endless in variety, poems secretly expressing through the ages, a song of an earlier time, a soft lamentation, lost in a twilight remembrance of planet earth(T.R.O.P.E.), sent on pilgrim's journey (as refugees from the Golden Age?); political regulation and social economics has destroyed the later 21st Century, something all those mutations throughout the millennia could never do. 
     The primal rainforest, yet, still stands in the way it always has, organized in its restrained form--rows of formal stanzas, refrains of essential songs. Here is the true remote data, DNA in safe haven preserved to reverse social convention. Here is the antidote to the Human political animals. Nature had hoped theHumans would become more than that, more than life's obstacles strewn with social concern, strewn with the beckoning of death. Nature could only hope.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Jungle Design

Aloha poets, 
     Jungle design inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!

Data Grab Garb

Nights cobble skittish to learn what hobbles
Its intermittent disruption weaves and bobbles
To distribute its load across servers and locations
Future outage buffers against hoarders on vacations

Scans all wireless networks with its android honeycomb
Security prioritize privacy snafu "Honey are you home"
What about products and services amidst the harvest?
Rest assured American Experience seen by the rest

Book a business with data protection in schemes
Denial of service attack deserves server screens
Consumer data collection part of the economy
Repurposed servers secrets new Bonhomme

Traffic to websites turn all shades neon green
Review relationships in bar graphs on flat screen
Defense layers are no cakes dressing politics hearty
Technology travels in data grab garb to start the party

Copyright 1.16.10
patrick d.adams
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Saturday, January 15, 2011

Tropic Zone

Aloha poets,
     Tropic zone inspires today. Enjoy!

Friday, January 14, 2011

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Tropics Architecture

Aloha poets,
     Tropics architecture inspire today's poetry. Enjoy!

Unmanageably Imaginable

Cheaters ask to erase risk with lazy asterisks
Every great cook knows the recipe of bisques
Opportunity to commercialize invents its option
Advertising negotiates relationships of adoption

Magazine on a journey builds business slow
A focus on interests is a business on the go
Let's take journey to a more exciting place
Fun sexy cool joins adventure on this race

copyright 1.13.11
patrick d.adams
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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Design Blue

Aloha poets,
     Design blue inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!

Hispanist Pianists

Though readers may render differences meaningless
Traditionalists, stereotypes find their way seamless
Flip opportunities for a well heeled beach investor flops
Oblivious being the obvious far cry to an obsequious hop

Christmas came, went with the usual bears and panda
A fleeting subclause remains behind, but is no Santa
Bathwater shoots no messenger throwing baby showers out
Exceptional-only-in-its-duration finally tolls a distant shout

Apple mosaic applies no brakes to broken prose
Vibrancy regulates to undermine its own flows
Holidays train identity historic, hopefully not hysterics
Hispanist pianists play well beyond distant clerics

copyright 1.12,11
patrick d.adams
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Tropical Decor

Aloha poets,
     Tropical decor inspires today. Enjoy!

Monday, January 10, 2011

Rainforest Fashion

Aloha poets,
     Rainforest fashion inspires today. Enjoy!

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Industrial Blue

Aloha poets,
     Industrial blue inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!

Do Call Paradoxically Rad Parade Toxic

A dear heart for takeout knows no Last Supper
The universe smiles down from mezzanine to upper
Cats casting spells less to pare December's pace
Economy gains steam on the back of a sweaty race

Left smiling for miles plays its cards right
Moderately stronger waves in modern light
Widespread hirings narrowly miss with wingspans
Trains reign sideways in subways under lands

Dust clouds a reveal of the only chaos outside
A facebook is all google with such a handsome bride
The newly slowed suspect efforts in significant gains
Stilted individualism reflects growing consensus pains

copyright 1.8.11
patrick d.adams
all rights reserved

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Industrial Interface

Aloha poets,
     Industrial interface inspires today. Enjoy!

Friday, January 7, 2011

Jungle Fashion

Aloha poets,
     Jungle fashion design inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!

Rangeland Angel

Close to the center of power lies technology turtles
Dawning of the end of breaks on approach to hurdles
Unreadiness for primetime gets a little fresh air
In highly liquid public marketplace or a craft fair

Underlings for Hank Williams finds a yo-yo at the helm
Urges supported by technology opens to a street realm
Will an apple in Alaska ever find its own frozen ground?
Shutter speed never dims the appeal of photons found

Place yourself in the hands of sharks who hanker
Hardly troubling enough pleasing a banker
To be a member of your own brain trust
Opaque transactions insist you must

Adventure substitutes agenda for a family tree
Long broken rules aren't what they're all cracked up to be
Spokesmen as globetrotters view endless countdowns
Rangeland angel sprouts up amidst Old West towns

Curtailed powers cower uncertain to draw a curtain
Privacy battlefield litters picket fences uncertain
Orchestrate a private transfer as shares flounder?
Senior citizens in the sunset rely on a young founder

copyright 1.6.11
patrick d.adams
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Thursday, January 6, 2011

Blue Design

Aloha poets,
     Blue design inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!

Future Lures

Survival in its purest form pushes, pulls when it counts
Natural selection can be that instantaneous bounce
Future lures can only be imagined by a select few
To keep one last shred of dignity is a first clue

The captain of design really does run a loose ship
The return to Ithaca is the ignoring of loose lip
Abrupt scolds scald warm feelings frozen cold
Individual failings aggregate as family grow old

Hapless addicts as children's parents are lapless
Doubt drains the foreordained as the reckless
A capacious reservoir of knowledge drifts
The companionable give each other as gifts

Reason is never bruited from a bruin before attack
"Thank you" as a last minute shred of dignity is back
Exemplars of self-command join no underdog in retreat
Birthrights thrice find eager darlings at their feet

Reason and time link to tame a base instinct
Parenting and poverty shout from beyond precinct
Donald Duck v Donald Trump the new action hero
To lose all sense of self restraint ends up at zero

Microwave is the clearest cleanest channel in space
Lovers leap at desire all the while running human race
Willpower and willing is the jet fuel of souls
Add new law, software design, self-help and it goes

Atom, electron, photon streaming need a template
True creativity as design idea never comes late
Masters of self-command shield temptation as fate
Greed inflates debt on the shore while rough seas wait

Foreordained, for the record, is driven by consensus
A trust in tradition is the wages of common senses
Misty human delays vaporize amidst technology
Help the struggle of future lures? biology v ecology

copyright 1.5.11
patrick d.adams
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Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Industrial Flower

Aloha poets,
     Industrial flower inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!

Doing Torpedoing

Head-shaking undertaking unearths doubt
Underachieving accomplices birth to pout
Any authority to pursue certain limited ends
Finds bedrock presumption instead of friends

The restart of talks signals a weakness to decide
Scrambles for comparison across the spectrum ride
Hot air climbs to claim shift to the climate of ideas
Leviathan State unleashes unlimited power cheers

A little added spice needs only shake things out
Curiosity balks slow to talk and wonder about
New little shakeup may set all things chattering
Advice column, blue moon set to things mattering

Can business on the book ever right ship's flounder?
Budget's the new watchword beyond a toil's pounder
Debates to stay the course focus on the laws of the land
Happy with consensus policy, practicality holding a hand?

Social engineering schema directs its attention to the unclear
Dream act the new northwest passage for children brought here
Debating human potential limits imposed by law has opposite effect
Unlimited power to redistribute, regulate doing torpedoing break neck

copyright 1.5.11
patrick d.adams
all rights reserved

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Tropic Design

Aloha poets,
     Tropic design inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!

Magic Ebb

A bad putt stands poised to put us in its crosshairs
Archery targets budget a strait arrow that cares
A strategy may insure a formula to pressure
Ambition drives to quell new year's jester

Pokey pony never pledges to pick up its pileup in a pickup
Breaking an egg to gut the program is really no hiccup
Skirmish over a proposal consumes its own debate
How and where to reduce a size is only fate?

Other fronts find more symbols than substance
A package of cuts operated its budget once
Water treads in fine lines and salty ilk
Within budget it's a mother's milk

Can you fill a room with stimulus and bailout hue?
Fancy office, committee, a leader staff for you?
Sea urchin baseline budget projections web
Seafarers watch the distant magic ebb

copyright 1.4.11
patrick d.adams
all rights reserved

Monday, January 3, 2011

A Cool New Year 2011

Aloha poets,
     Cool new year setting inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!

Do Detonate No Donuts

A mix of the obscure stays glued to the screen
Knowing patrons and useful idiots make the scene
Nondescript neighborhood is where it all starts
Creativity has many faces to break many hearts

Storebranded implements to clarify, to catch up
On lollipops and firewood's lopsided matchup
Part of the appeal is their zombie and robo
Screening rooms and projector booths, fun to go

Promotion for a show wonders where everyone went
Such an unlikely place to stage such a likable event
Creativity alley runs along its own concrete wall
Top secret venue accessible at mind's beck and call

A frantic corner cutting cuts its own swath
Programming directors fire their own boss
The reluctant knowable steps up to the plate
Creativity goes dark with less love, more hate

No advertising, no marquee finds its own way
Hollywood endings still wander and stray
Aventure comes knocking, seeking animation more
Little neighborhood on the Southside there's a little door

Creativity work the feeder, enthusiasm the chore
Money on the book into the business of more
Locations serve customers, survive old bank glut
Creativity and truth detonate no donuts, simply put

copyright 1.3.11
patrick d.adams
all rights reserved

Sunday, January 2, 2011

New Year Hues

Aloha poets,
      Tropical colors for the new year inspire today's poetry. Enjoy!

The Gratified Tiff

Bumpy climbs of wrongdoing face off unkempt
To fend off any or all matchmaking attempts
Medical dangers lurk inside a signature case
At a cherry cordial they put on happy face

Outside children play with a new 3d game
Health risks summon out a worthy name
Adventure seeks to find its own way true
Hotly anticipated probes now peddle anew

Rainbow worlds might go bonkers with color
Any misuse of a resource needs only one caller
Technology counted on boosts to appeal a labor
Poorly placed fire pits neighbor against neighbor

Public shamings only a sham to face off with aces?
Nonpayers to big companies lose service at places
The intermediaries show up in big shiny buckles
All in Valley of the Falling Rain drag knuckles

A flat tire in tall trees angst shoots the breeze
Unregulated brokering of retirement please
Influence peddling offers its political realm
Scant evidence of a gratified tiff at the helm

Investment brokers advise to make the deal
Get together over cherry cordial for the zeal
Underdog introduced to encourage conversation
Pressure the deal holds firm America business nation

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patrick d.adams
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Saturday, January 1, 2011

New Year Tropical

Aloha poets,
     Tropical setting of new year inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!

A Thumb on the Scale

A small stepladder gains clout with a strong foothold
Writers think of a lot to protect as thoughts go cold
Those bold Washington habits grow ever so old
Nonmilitary avionics technology globally sold

Advertising may try to sell a branded poem
Through a separate rethink all of their own
Partners try to kick in to leverage each out
Knuckle dragging always needs a little pout

At drops of hats you can go to your dark place
Then never look like it haunts you on your face
Just for kicks, kick in the wall to be on your own
Old heyday still makes hay if only sun had shone

A potent new rival to your new partner is dust
Geopolitical clout slides out as tectonic trust
Regional market of poetic industry remains
Global market is where it pours and rains

New protected class rises as health and cable
America asks the question, "Aren't you able?"
Joint ventures may be built to stumble and fall
Infrastructure's lavish spending crumbles for all

Creativity the chrome makes manufacturing shine
A thumb on the scale simply thinks the world blind
Spats with your closest partner is natural selection
Free market competition should win the election

Technology competing is the final predictor
Partnerships soon disable a tribal dictator
Learn enough to compete in true distinction
Technology's free markets in heyday extinction

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