Fate, fate, it rhymes with eight
Eight, eight, it rhymes with hate
Affinity, infinity, they rhyme with divinity
“LOVe I eVOL” now rhymes: above I see all
Now Fate rhymes with Hate
And Eight rhymes with Infinity
As FVinity rhymes with Love
Now Love rhymes with Destiny
And Destiny rhymes with Fate
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The Time of Love
Now Rhymes Above
A Sequel to Artists Are SpellCasters and Artists Are ShapeShifters
Artists with light sabers
Artists with life sabres
Artists are life savers
Artists save lives
Light-sabre, lightsabers
Life saver, LifeSavers
Destroying lives, saving lives
Destroying lies, saving lies
Confucius, Confusion
I am confused
Confusion-ism, Confucianism
I am confusion
I’m a Bari
I’m a Bear-E
Am I a berry?
A berry for a bear-e?
Barely an F in Effort
Barely an f in F word
Barely a bear in bare-lee
Rarely an F in FE
The Notion of Ocean
An ocean’s notion
An Ocean’s Oh-shin
A Notion’s N-Whoa-shin
Critical of the observer
Observing of the critic
Observing the observer
Critical of the criticism
Duels between two
Twos of duals
Duels of Duals
Duals of Duals
Imagine, Imagine
A time of imagining
A space of imagining
A space between times
A time between spaces
Where is Turania?
Who are the Tartars?
“A gem set in a ring of misery
That circles me on every side, am I.”
“Call in the soul of man a new fire to birth!
Cry a new revolution over the earth!”
Who wrote this poem? Who is the translator?
“Because of the loftiness of my thoughts / Persian alone is suitable to them”
(Translation by R.A Nicholson)
Urb of herbs
Suburban herbs
Shakespearean herbs
Ingredients for a cauldron
By sighting we cited
The queen of destiny
King of Queens,
Queen of Queens,
Queen of Kings
Supermarket flowers,
Visiting hours,
Butterflies within butter’s fly
Many highs within your high
Differential, differentiate
Difference of differences
Derive, Derivi-ate
What’s the difference between difference?
Lorazepam, Lorezepam
Ability, Abilify
Lore-azepam, Lore-Raz-a-Pam
Aripiprazole, Ativan
A dummy addiction
An addicted dummy-pacifier
A dummy for dummies
A Fool for fools
“Let the voice of love, take you higher”
Higher and higher and higher and higher
“1999 Bizarre Summer”
“Let the joy of love, give you an answer”
“With this gathered power, go even beyond time”
“With a purpose that’s unbreakable even when we part”
End the Ring / An Ode III
A Ring of power,
A ring of binding
A ring that’s sour
A wRing of timing
Olwin & Unwin
George & George
Allen & Un-win
Richard & Richard
LotR, RotE
ASoIaF, D&E, ‘n F&B
LotR ‘n H,T
RotE ‘n TWP&TPP
The Queen of Bee
The Queen of E
The Queen of 🅱️
The Queen of Be
The King of See
The King of E
The King of C
The King of Sea
Rights for me but not for thee
Left is true but Right for you
Freedom for brothers that aren’t the Others
Justice for us, on the same bus
Which bus are thee on, which way does it go
Which side are you on, which way do you flow
Which people are we with, which ones are we part of
Which ones are the sinners, which ones’ve departed
After leaving the State of one
After leaving, apostate become
O Destiny, O Seeker in the Dark
O Fools‘ Fate, allow me one final Spark
An Empire of Ants
An Empire of Gorillaz
An Empire of Little Dragons
And Empire of Ants
A cosmic vibration
What does it say? It says:
An Empire of vibrations
An Empire of sands
And umpire of gorillas
T(w)oo cosmic vibration (s)
An empire state
The Empire State
An Empire State Building
An Empire State of Mind, II:
A ton of things are beautiful
Reggae is beautiful
I am beautiful
U(me)R beautiful
A Ton of Reggae is beautiful
Just as Reggaeton is beautiful
And the Prince of Reggaeton is beautiful:
:(JB&JB):
What is our empire of man, except a sham?
For in the face of DraGons we are damned
If ants are meaningless to us
As mice or bees or birds are
Then we are meaningless to Drag-us
As rice or 🅱️s or turds are
Webring Umer
We Bring 🅱️umer
So beware o’ Beelzebub-B
Known to cause Cat-Ass-Trophy
Now shooting stars will be found in the holes of my jeans’ pockets:
So now we can fall freely through the rest of Time:
Spoiler warning for all books of the Realm of the Elderlings by Robin Hobb
A Poem for Bee, The Destroyer
or
A Mourning
or
Not To Be
or
For Robin Hobb
or
or
Snapping the kNot of Chapter 39: The Vengeance (“A CatasTrophy of DraGones“)
or
A Song of Ice, Fire, Rain
or
A Conclusion
or A Memory of Blood
Not knot, knock knock
Who’s there?
Hobb’s hobby
Hobb’s hobby hoo?
Hobb’s hobby of magic naming
Of art making
Of knot breaking
Of plot-baking
Is simply unmatched
For even her peers say
That she’s “a diamond
In a sea of zircon“ia‘s”
Glass
~ George “Robin RHobb” Martin
Are our R R’s
The Rising Seas, Rising Earth?
Riveting Teas, Rivers of Worth?
For Silver Seas, or Rivers of Silver
In conclusion, only a Sliver
Found
The Bee’s the one that breaks the Knot
Will naming magic be forgot?
Before the bees are all but naught
If thought is Thought, then Ice is hot
A Feather’s A Blade for just a babe
The Feather’s a Blade, a Child’s aid
A Feather to Blade, so says the Sage
A Feather ‘n Blade, A Silver, Golden Age
O Saints of Old, O Saints of Gold
Please, O Please, won’t you fold?
Please, O Please, be so bold
To Let the Golden Age of Old
Return
Milky Way, Milky Chance, Cocoon of Grief, Cocoon of Hope
U. A., M
Cocoon by Chance:
As usual, inspired by 
obin
obb, as they say
So dance for the love as the club jock plays
U. A, M interpreting Shawn Mendes’ Life of the Party
We don’t care what them people say
Kanye is Yeezus and I am
U A, M
Terminal, Sermon-al
Do I make connections where there ain’t none?
Detonate, annihilate
Is the Highest Building in Clerres or Berkeley?
What’s GRRM’s tallest mountain to climb? (So far…)
For isn’t a mountain a building built by nature
What terminus
Will be built by nature’s sermon-us?
What lights lecture, which lights connect the spirits of the past with the present and the future
The rite of the East, the fights of the West
The lights of the North, the Lights of the south
The lights we will meet, these lights are the best
The Fight in the North, the Rights in the south
Our own lights starve out the Northern Lights
And now we’re starved for Northern Lights
O Beat of Time, won’t you let there be auroras borealis
O Clock of Dune, won’t you
Let there be 🅱️auroras 🅱️-Orealis
O Realis, O Realize
O Real-Eyes, O Re-Ill-Eyes
A Roar-rus, O Roar Raz
O Roar Us, A Roar Raz
Now that we’ve pretended airplanes’re shooting stars
We’ll pretend glare’s flames’re-Rora’s bars:
Chasing auroras, chasing cars
We be chasin, till I drop bars:
I’m runnning away now, from Northern Lights
I runaway now from, North to South
Run-Uh-Way with, Runaway with me from North, to Southern Lights
And run back from Suthern to Nuthern Lights
Green lights, purple lights,
Green drugs, purple psychedelics
Green haze, purple haze
Green rain, purple rain
Now Destiny’s, blessed-in-me,
Cuz purple’s purpose’s becoming green for me
All i want after this
Is all I want after
This:
All I want,
After waiting such a long time to see shooting stars
Is
Shelter
Oh, it’s like inception now
Waking up from dreams again and again
When will it ever enddd
When will the week-end
Now for no reason,
Most of
(Everything I’ll do)
I’ll do it for you, Aurora’s Shooting Stars
Hope you don’t get too lost
In the hyperlinks
For then you’ll face a high cost
Struck by hya-per Links
Hope you don’t die
Struck but not burst
Sung but not thirst?:
Dune, Flume
Mind-Killer, Mein killer
A tapestry of blue will be found
So a map–hist’ry of you will be found
Just as,
A valance of purples ‘n greens will be found
So that a balance of purpose serenes will be found
or
A Coincidence of Sentience
The cycle of the moon aligning with the menstrual cycle acted as a first concept of measurement
Shreya Prasad, via Athabasca
Inspired by conversations with Olya and Shreya around Shreya’s Goddesses in Mythology course. (Unrelated, I also took a course from Athabasca once…)
Our Period is a Clock
Olya Jaworsky
An HourGlass Shape, the Glass of HOur Shape
U A, M.
Were women the first timekeepers because they had periods that almost lined up the period of a moon cycle? And was timekeeping necessary for humans to jump into our level of intelligence?
A lunar cycle, 29 point 5 days
A point, a period, 28 or so days
Seven divides it to give a week
East and West, North and South
7 days in a week remain
Both 29.5 and 28
So close to each other
And close to 30, dividing 360
And neatly gives 12, a highly composite number
Such numbers divide better than anything below them
And we humans love division
A revolutionary cycle, 365 point 25 days
So close, so close to that highly composite 360
And so close to being just 365
But off by just a bit
That tiny imperfection requiring leaps of years to fix
We humans yearn for perfection
But still, but still
Despite imperfections, we went with 12
Again and again and again
Solar or Lunar, Gregorian or Indian
12 months in a year and 12 hours in a day’s
So highly composite, we can divide
Into halves and thirds and quarters
12 months in a year
But only 10 fingers on our hands
Giving birth to a base 10 system
Thus cursed were we with more imperfection
And yet, and yet
These tiny closeness-es, may have forced us
To develop our greater mathematical intelligence
We loved our highly composite numbers so much
We put 60 seconds into a minute
60 minutes into an hour
And 12, and 12 again, hours into a day
For a total of a highly composite 24
And yet, our biological clocks
Are so close, so imperfect again
For instead we found it slightly longer
24 hours and 11 minutes, give or take
While I theorized before
That our intelligence arose from interactions
With plants and fungi around us
Perhaps one more jump was needed
A biological coincidence, an astronomical coincidence,
And a mathematical coincidence, to tie them together
And these coincidences of timekeeping
Of composite numbers
Of tiny imperfection
And of closeness
May-be what’s needed
For a human level of sentience
A Sequel to Artists Are Spell-Casters
A fool without fitz
U A, M
A Fitz without Foresight
A pitch without melody-site
A tool without pitchz
Artists are shapeshifters
Masters are Shape-Shifus
Just as they are jape-grifters
And as they are grape-drinkers
Now, wine hasn’t been drunk in a long time
A Half-Charmed kinda life
A Staff armed with a knife
What to do with this life
What to do, rope or knife
What shape to become for this artist
What to do, for this part is
Easy, so can someone tell me
What hard is?
What shape is the most difficult
What shape belongs not to cult
What symbol is truly pure
Which we use not to allure
Life is hard, death is easy
Death is hard, life is breæzy
Breath is hard, just as life is
Strife is hard, just as Palace-siz
(Palaces)
One Palace, Two Palace
Half Palace, True Palace
O Palace Beyond the Exit, O Palace Composed Within Time
From beyond Grant inner peace, For this lil light-mind of mine
Or
For Four+4, a Sequel
A Coincidence of Fate
A Core-incidence of fate
A Four-situation of eight
A seven situation, satiate
The Wolf within fights death
While the Fitz begs for last breath
Which, oh which future shall they get–id
Futures’ discerned fast from Crystal ball Meth-od
“The Wolf and the Jester have wasted” away
For three and four remaining days
A week remains of their ways
A week to last for all remaining days
For four and four of fate
Make a rotation of eight
An infinity to satiate
An infinite ways to open the Gate
Just one final gate remains
The Gate to Life and Death are one and the Sames
As yellow becomes blue
Fitz & Fool we (re;)turn to
As one shall be two
And 7, infinite too
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