Texico Nights: From Anahauc To Copano Bay

 

an 1836 Revolutionary map.
with its lines and grants.
Austin carved out a heart.
towns that don't even exist anymore.
all the way down to Port Isabel.
border towns up the Rio Grande to Laredo.

the vast Comanche Lands.
east to Santa Fe and up to Pueblo.
protected by long bands of islands.
immense herds of buffalo.
the disputed Arkansas claim.
those crooks.

and on through Kickapoo Crossing.
48 battles to independence.
from Anahuac to Copano Bay.
Patrick Churchill Jack and the tarred and feathered.
Capt. Antonio Tenorio had enough.
took them in and roughed them up.

til Travis sprung em loose.
the little known Texas Navy.
The Grass Fight and Coleto Creek.
Deaf Smith and Henry Wax Karnes of the spy squad.
then the siege at the Alamo.
the massacre at Goliad.

where the bloodthirsty drank blood.
then Sam Houston took control.
the Runaway Scrape.
and some quick training.
finally, the Battle of San Jacinto.
arrogance always loses in the end.

too much mercy and negotiation.
that squirrelly Santa Anna.
who Juan Seguin detested.
who burned Harrisburg to the ground.
cut the scoundrel loose to fight another day.
the Treaties of Velasco, and the broken promises to come.

Before Pong, After Pong

DD7A7A

Apathy is radical now.

The Gen Xers have arrived.

Careful in their care.

Grace all in thier eyes.

Seen it all, broke some laws.

Before pong, after pong.

When numbers were memorized.

And only 7 numbers long.

GD7x3

A7GD

Say just what you want to say.

Say it any way you want to say.

Say today what you said yesterday.

Say it again anyway.

With the flip, giving lip.

Operating on the sly.

Above the noise, undetected.

Low key, between the lines.

Liberated souls from the start.

Welcomed abandonment.

Don't need your key anyway.

Can pop the latch without it.

Texico Nights: Write A Crypto Future

 

A Crypto Future

Reminders of a recent past.
The one you forgot and still can't recall.
Like the story was never told.
Or never happened.

Write a crypto future.
Governments will struggle to keep control.
Centralization, diminished.
No paper pushing.
No middle squeeze.

Confusing and wild.
Like other changes within and without.
The open roads are there.
Take a thoughtful approach.
Enjoy the day.

Time is the thing.
Its allocation, its use, its opportunity.
Fall in or decide for yourself.
Arrangements and accommodations.
Compromises and agreements.
The sensible way.
To boredom.
And fear.

You are the user of your time.
Every second, minute, and hour.
Every day, night, week, and month.
Then, years go by.
And you are not dead.

Positively 4th street honey.
Bobby's truth.
Shout a tune of rebellion and evolution.
They are deserving of nothing.
Open your mind and force it to experience.
Then, close it to create.
Pure art.

The Block Age

The block age.
Chained to the past no longer.
The speculators are raking.
Seven thousand percent return.
With some luck and calm.

Trust is irrelevant.
These transactions are instantaneous.
A constant state of things.
No updates required.
The reconciliations.
Back office nonsense.
Modern day pushing paper.
The roll back and the buy-in.
Middle people get eliminated.
Cut-taking on top of cut-taking.

This is main line.
Applicable.
All states are transparent at all times.
The utility of it all.

Nakamoto, Szabo, Buterin.

Programmability of exchanges.
And work proof.
Public permissions of the crypto kind.

Money Illusions

Gold is overrated.
We are in success mode.

Mine to hold.
Mine to sell.
Mine to hedge.

S curves don't lie.
All the money in the world.

Bonds?

Proof of work utilization is near.
Money illusions of 192 currencies.
A crypto macro-cosmic reality.
The allocation evolution.

Social Gangster

A new mental model.  

Venezuela and its collapse.

Squandered the wealth.  

Creating a crypto revolt.

Cash is the joker, cards are king.  

Petro is a sham.

The legacy of Hugo.  

Social gangster, enduring eternal pain.

Extortion of the miners.  

Thuggery.

This is official.  

MIT is the epicenter.

Watch your wallet, google is involved.

Search, it all checks out.

Speculation is all it is, for now.  

Lightening network nodes are the future.

Burp Rag

 

Amnesia makes it better.

Forget the dirty dirt.

Baby fit with exclamation points.

Nanny Nanny Boo Boo.

Pacifiers keep the quiet.

Something to suck.

Dignified and silent.

Shhhh, don't wake the babies.

They'll need to eat.

Ready with the burp rag.

Got Rid Of The Fizz

 

EA.E.D.E.

Ain't had a drop.

Of soda pop.

Not a sip.

Has touched my lips.

I'm done with Coke.

Ain't no joke.

Got rid of the fizz.

Me and my kid.

Oh, soda pop.

Used to like it alot.

But I had enough.

Left it in the dust.

Said Dr Pepper.

Never, never, never.

Too much sugar crazing.

Too much carbonation.

Flix Outs

 

Decide to let your own thinking decide.

The best way to think.

Junk up the rebellion. 

Make it crack.

Let yourself be nice.

You fools.

Try out one of the independent minds.

Confidence comes from within.

Forged by reason.

Instantaneously.

Without filter.

Pure thought.

Cynicism will poison your internal hope.

Comedians have lost their ways.

Too easy to get paid.

Flix outs.

Hardee Har Har.

Four letter lazy.

Bide your time with internal gratitude.

The system is working for now.

Do a diddy.

Shake, shake, shake.

Best to move.

When awake.

Vantaggio Glare

We had no clue.  Near the railyards, by the labor alley deals.

Baseball stories from the 70s, when they smacked singles to the opposite field.  When curve balls bit sharp.  

When we were tight.  Pulled off from the main group to check a scene.  

Got caught up in a whirl.  Got mixed in with a wham. 

Never knew what hit, but found my line and stuck it.  Wore a Vantaggio glare the whole time, but they couldn't take their eyes off the band. 

A color for every season, a nod to all the people on the trail.  Like a concession, like an acknowledged status, just rode on through.