andrewcarnegie

The Mountain Slide I stood at the foot of the mountain, Staring up towards where God resides, There in far off heavens, So far above, on deep high sides. I tried to climb towards her, Crying out my Lord,

Pulling down the Cyber House I was at sixes and sevens. Smiley face locked eyes with mine, Silver moon flowering like lightening, I felt the lock, I saw the eye, But I tasted nothing sweet, This cypher

I had a very nice lady in Oz say to me today that she thought all religions were manmade and it was all a big conspiracy to control folk. To her credit, when I actualy explained what my faith meant, she

I stand looking out from a mountain, Of trash, A man made monument to stupidity, Across a mountain range, Of trash, The disposable plastic society of humanity, Symbolised by plastic fantastic, Micro plastics

I have started writing bespoke poetry for folk on SwiftDemand To explain some background, although you may well have already heard of it, SwiftDemand today is essentially worthless. It is a new #CryptoAsset

I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this for a Steemit Atheist who doesn’t understand that Love isn’t something you can directly measure - you can only measure the effects of Love but Love itself is a philosophical

Hi @zoef - I thought it was easiest to reply to you using your own words for referance - please read to the end as we do actually agree on somethings and I am not sure you uderstood what I asked before

I'm intrigued - I'm not interested in changing your views but I am surprised at your opening remark. "As some might already know I a man Atheist. Why you might ask. Well because I believe in

I stoked the boiler, Seeing what it could mean, Could I fill my wallet, With pocketfuls of Steem? Would I feel the heat, Radiating through my pocket, Would I begin to bleat, As it takes off like the Rocket?

Shortly after the Big Bang, nucleosynthesis commenced with the formation of other elements. So just after it started, H or H1 was formed, around the first minute. In that first minute no element had previously

Breathe, Just like the trees that blossom in the spring, Breathe, Deep within, the pure flower of the air, Breathe, Feel it flow, not frightening, a sharp tingle, like lightning, That crosses our souls

Who am I, I am vapour on a cold nights air, Breath me, Breath me out, See me suspended there, For I am the heavy, in the fog of day, Exposed to warmth, I simply melt away, Molecular expansion, so I hear