If you had a choice to pick a box that would make you money trading, would you pick a

[nysestocks]

Quote from ScoobyStoo:

Time I have taken

From my slumber to waken


And I figure your points

About charts with sharp joints


For when the move is made right

The masses be fright


But when the right move is made

Then I will be paid


To minimise risk

I must seek the first disc


Or maybe not

Sometimes X marks the spot


To keep out of trouble

The boxes be doubled


For now options are open

And interests are spoken






But questions do come

About joining the fun


To stop from just sinking

Where next I be thinking?

Last one for a bit, as jack’s I must sit
So let me please try, to open the eye

The reason you sin, is not for to win
You trade when you see, that gamble it be
So next you might ask, what is the task
To stop me from out, with a bloody big shot

To me and small cheer, it is very clear
Your in when it shows, the path is all rose
Think you must now, to see, where is the bee?
For we all are aware, that bees they do share

Honey you see, and sticky can be
But get it on nose, you won’t see your toes
Make sure then before, you open the door
The hive is asleep, and ready to keep

 

[RainMann]

of cats and of rats

of purple and orange

the cans and the cants

and all the forlorns

for all of the chins

and all of the eyes

did I rhyme with orange

oh what a surprise

all is naught more

than thoughts in an ocean

chins maybe chins but

proportion's the notion

 

[nysestocks]

Quote from RainMann:

of cats and of rats

of purple and orange

the cans and the cants

and all the forlorns

for all of the chins

and all of the eyes

did I rhyme with orange

oh what a surprise

all is naught more

than thoughts in an ocean

chins maybe chins but

proportion's the notion

I see what you say, and say what you see
But the one who did write, he has pHd
Surely he knows, about what it goes
For learned he be, not like you and me

He talks not of size, before the 2 eyes
Instead he does dream, about music it seem
But within silly text, he mentions the best
Unknown to him, as it is but a whim

I have recently, shown what it may be
And now we are down, not muck, so no frown
But like Mr Spratt, he thinketh like that
For the swine it did fly, to countries near-by

So let me repeat, whilst still on your feet
You must look into the box, to keep your socks
Foe once “I” is seem, it’s no longer a dream
Only then will the tick, equal the tock

 

[RainMann]

what of this "I"

it makes me a fool

to wit I+I makes

II and not 2

it befiddles befuddles

why tick equal tock

there's no understanding

and there goes one sock




program now crashes

code must be so so

for when I press

"auto" where'd

other sock go

no riddles no rhymes

can't deem the time

code beckons to me

or should "I" say "I"

 

[nysestocks]

Quote from RainMann:

what of this "I"

it makes me a fool

to wit I+I makes

II and not 2

it befiddles befuddles

why tick equal tock

there's no understanding

and there goes one sock




program now crashes

code must be so so

for when I press

"auto" where'd

other sock go

no riddles no rhymes

can't deem the time

code beckons to me

or should "I" say "I"

RM I am glad, that you are not sad
For you have but seen, the truth of the screen
The problem is say, without further delay
You try to get out, more than a shout

Now how can it be, the code is so free
It goes 0 to 1, and then does the sum
But remember this, and avoid the abyss
That no code can reign, over the brain

The best code far by, it goes thru the eye
At first upside down, then right way round
What many can’t see, but a few more with me
That neither way must, be part of the bust

Now it gets though, for all but the rough
Cause when it is down, is up also shown
How can this be, I hear you with glee
Quite easy for fox, it is cause of the box

The “I” is a must, to stop you going bust
Already I say, what “I” is today
If one no see, then not cause of me
For the mirror will show, that “I” am but so

 

[nysestocks]

Now let me say this, as already did hiss
7even Sons have been note, but many not sought
Why everyone think, all they need do is blink
Will never be known, but to those who are shown

In order to see, one must raise the knee
Get up from the lump, and use the right bump
For how can it so, expect one to know
If sit there and look, and read silly book

 

[nysestocks]

So much I could write, could stay here all night
So much for to show, but unable you know
For if I do that, then I ruin the mat
And others will be, so angry at me

So please do not fret, if it you not get
As you are but one, of them all in the sun
I will where I be, help you to see
And so far it has grow, a handful of so

What I have shown, is to do with your own
Remember this, to avoid the abyss
Right now it may seem, a part of a dream
But over time, it will sound a sweet chime

To those who do post, I like you the most
But that should be plain, as you do the pain
Others that look, and try to see book
Will never see most, what you get from the post

This is so real, yet many do feel
Rubbish alright, a big load of shite
But all I can say, is today is today
Tomorrow will soon, hum another sweet tune

 

[RainMann]

boxes and mirrors

dost offer a key?

whence down presage up

and unveiled we see



behooves all to wonder

do boxes pretend,

or more to the wonder

do boxes portend



proportion as notion

I see what to fear

mistaking a box

for a plain simple mirror



a chin is a chin

and a box is a box

but "I" is not "I"

'til the keys find a lock

 

[nysestocks]

Quote from RainMann:

boxes and mirrors

dost offer a key?

whence down presage up

and unveiled we see



behooves all to wonder

do boxes pretend,

or more to the wonder

do boxes portend



proportion as notion

I see what to fear

mistaking a box

for a plain simple mirror



a chin is a chin

and a box is a box

but "I" is not "I"

'til the keys find a lock

RM you move in, but you also move out
Steady the ball, lest you take a fall
The box that you say, is not here today
For one never knows, what way it sure grows

Forget about "I", for now and a by
Cause that might just use, a little confuse
To see the right shunt, it must be in front
Of the eyes now before, else it is just no more

Only when so, in view like a bow
Can it be use, to lessen the bruise
Try it before, the pen is so sure
One might just find, that they have been blind

None said it was easy, for that is so squeezy
But say we that in know, that hard work must be so
He who dabbles in tall, might just take a fall
So sit back and wait, t'will open, the gate

 

[TraderD]

We try to find out,
How boxes lay out,
Perhaps when we do,
More work will be due.

But just for moment,
Lets think how we think,
We guess of proportions,
Of locations and notions.

So what is our hope?
To see once we see?
What else but a guessing,
Is now transgressing?

Instead hopping trees like monkeys,
And tasting all the fruits in sight,
Perhaps we can be men,
Not look at the shape - depart from insight!

Why box?
Why not square, circle, triangle?
You getting my angle?
Someone who sees, surely knows,
Some who guesses, still chance possesses?