Never Broken

My heart is in your hands. What will you do with it?
I give it freely; I've not had it broken before.
I may not deserve it, but I hope we end together.
We may not make it, but we have to try, right?
How could we sacrifice what we have, something so beautiful.
These are the things dreams are made of, that which we have,
Things sometimes never achieved.
We have.

You tell me you're mine, if I ever want you.
How could you even doubt it?
I never have.

You say you're independent - so am I.
You don't want to be tied down too early.
I'll help you fly.

You say you don't want to spend eternity without me.
What kind of God would do that to us?
Not any God of mine.

Time wasted on meaningless pastimes, without you.
So many things I want you to see, to be with me through.
I can't wait for the day I never leave you, together.
The day we become one, in God's eyes, forever.

Love does not begin to say it all.

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Spooky Samsung Frame TV Painting, Vintage Gothic Art for Samsung The Frame TV painting artwork

Untitled (MK-82-B-11) - Kenneth Noland

The internet as saviour and executioner of democracy

In traditional markets, firms make goods to satisfy the preferences of consumers. But the market on social media and the internet exists to serve the needs of the advertisers, not the consumers. These markets sell information about their users to advertisers.

On social media, users"pay" for free services by giving up their data to unspecified third parties who use it to expose them to tailored ads. This economic model is driving online platforms to exploit their users' cognitive limitations and vulnerabilities.

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Flower - Huang Yongyu

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Figure in a Landscape - Ralph Blakelock

Dedicated to You

I don't like to be sad
   too much joy
       life too short
But now there are so many reasons
   death
     tears
       love
Hidden behind my veil
 my veil of joy
   but the inside
     is an ocean
Emotions pooled
 began as a puddle
   and grew
     and grew and
       grew
Overflowing
 I wish for a drought
   no more rain
     drip...drop
But you...
 you see this ocean
   you swim in it
     Joy.
Lightening the burden
 drying up the ocean
   making me
     Happy.
So-Be Merry, it's Christmas ^_^

Smokestack Funeral

Up draft butterfly
Spiral elevator view
Her vanishing act