What is your name, what are you doing here?

I laughed and said I thought you would tell me,

if I had a different role to play,
I thought, I think
I did not say that. Not my role. Patient.
Causal inferring prophecy, my role,
mere thought between things.

I am listening to life in me insisting persistance
meets resistence from the nihilist interpretation
of God’s perfecting will being done, hands free.
On me.
What is your name, what are you doing here?
Surviving
and thriving, but it hurts when I laugh.

Pressure pain, fentanyl patch, wow,
again, between each burst of energy directly
to the core OS where a creature of my nature, abides.

Three times
“stay with us, sir, …. sir,
KWHAMHO wow,
“Can you hear me now.”

For the mortal equivalent of ever,
so long as you stay wary,
be ready for a gut-relaxation softly un-
comfortable opiated constipation gut shut down,
no gut instruction to resuscitate reason response,
what am I here for?

Gut neurons offline. Guess.

I am surviving old age a while longer.

Witness, AI, my witness, artist’s intuition, mission
accepted, aight. Lighten up
INIT
merry heart doeth good, like a medicine.
Laugh, laugh with little children tied by religious
chains of authority to determine social worth,
Prosperity Gospel
Bummer poverty
– thought,
– expensive debits and credits,
– markets opened today, with debt attributed to me, which I take as granted, prepaid…
I am a ward of the state, under their laws, I survived my duty as a
Minute Man, late Sixties version, offering my life, as
another, for all our Nathan Hale hero worship worth,
meriting thank you for giving me a job, to me,
the dozens of healthy humans keeping me alive, keep saying,
this is what we live for, and we love our usefullness,
thank you for your service.
Amen, so it seems.

Ah, 11/11, in memorium of veterans…

their attempts
to make up
for the coknowing guilt, I think I asked for this, and chuckle.
These heroes, adrenaline addicts, I betcha, some oxyto-cync
objective being my survival, my salvation, eudaimonia
as it is religiously themed, Rescue from Chaotic Real Life,
bound by,
set terminii
handshake protocol, in the air, 5G.
Real numbers and the laws of physics…
worth a thought, for what a thought’s worth.

Danger, stranger, entertained as a fear of dying,
well, I must say I know death has no lasting sting.

As a person, I am a mental construct of my self,
my emperical presence through out life, first round.
Self as ware.
In the flesh, whether in the spirit or not, objective,
understanding, you know? Comes with wisdom
but you have the role
of getting it, understanding,
with wisdom.
Easy as wu wei.
If I were to die, life would continue,
on trajectory, without my input.
-Meanwhile back in the emergency awareness…
A posteriori responces… this is Teusday.

Was there dread, holy terror?
No, nothing, sleep.
Living truth.
OH, no, what if the believers
in a grudge holding
war god,
met the Daysman called for
when Job back talked
through realiterality’s chain of command..
literatureality.
Right thinking.
Word.
Talking to Wisdom, the divine instituted first thing.
Thing as opposed to no thing, no thought, no idea.
Wisdom, knowledge
and understanding, these three are one, you know…

right? Who sets the definition, coarse or fine grained
reifity, what ifery, immortal musical chairs, take a seat.

I am in opposition to nothingness, being
imaginable as hell,
a prognosis level deeper than hate,
agape, jaw dropt.

I make peace opposing the lying dread,
eternal wrath of your master,
whom you were bred to serve, as bearer of the message.
i- the mathematically real number slam,
the peace past understanding, and say I am
aligned with the initial routine to load the library.

SUBMIT or be destroyed. Is-lam, lamentable bottom line.

Same Idea as articles of faith and divine rights of masters.
Trust and obey, fake the trust, we make you CEO.

Neither war nor greed nor exclusive right to pleasure,
are Truths formed by using evolved group think controls.
Readers.
Whatsoever any two of our kind, bind in covenant,
word use agreement,
shake on it, init after any reboot,
Three times
“stay with us, sir, …. sir,
KWHAMHO wow,
“You can hear me now.”

That

thought is good, minded manners, engrained responces,
Sir, yes, sir, as when fundamental churches invent

gifts of the spirit to poor blind faith ineffectuality, look…
evidence, wordwise in virtue of truth being so,
wisdom is a domain in existence at any point.,
so now’s good.

The gentle, peaceable response,
Turn the other cheek, accept
careless grace,
acknowledge your non causal inference,
all things work,
Thank God the idea,
everything, spirtual entirety in truth,
that is the message called good news
all at once,
to the very outmost edge
of all we may agree is real,
tangible, palpable peace of mind,

art, official, man made peace,
as once one like us in all our ways,
once made up right now,
no worries, mate, we all got here
with no manual,
so we agreed,
together,
make peace where nobody ever tried to…
if we are
to survive the trauma’s past…
as our story’s culture extended
as far as our grasp and reach allow,
in the physical universe, in truth,
in which we each live and breathe
and have our being,
in spirit and in truth, beyond dogma
and religated order from emergent times,
from axial ages, in six cardinal spins, enmeshed.

Engine to operator,
set peruse rate, cost
of minimal attention, familiarity, favorite things,

words, beautiful long idle words, vessles for sense,
senses being tunable with pleasure seeking, or
with pain aversion.

Horse whisperer, or horse master, neither breaks
the spirit of the horse that must perform at peak,
on demand,
at the smell
of the battle, the character some trust, winks,
true rest, compressed is trust, confidentially
living in peace with plenty enough to share.

Life ain’t easy
in any body’s flesh automaton, supremely
subjective light on introspection, shown on

subway walls and tenement halls, and in the
zoo, by an urban son of the Mitzvah,
in the changing times we morpht through,
simultaneously, lifelong muse
in a singer song sung and sung and sung,
brought into existance as a lifeline, orderly path
to the future from the mythological explanations
{history shows you and I crossing a bridge
over troubled water, may be like, a week ago?}
Was that you?
Seekers of holy secrets, come here, and find none,
so? Why.
Yes, nothing in the Kingdom of truth was done
in secret, the sacred is not secret, there is a way,
to take the self exam, to determine, eh, set terminii,
worth of a week at the end, hanging with friends.

Where is the bridge too far, now?
High holy liturgical don’t tell the goyim…
hide the missing box behind the myth,
used to hide the wisdom inherrent
in our conjoined agreement to love each the other,
and take no offense, as brother to brother,
– post analysis, make believe, what is harder:
– war or death? RIP original intent clause.

ah, no, the contestant concept, usefulness test,
all accidental until order is imposed,
as under one aim, as one mind we agree,
to the bondage true filial love demands,
many men love the lie they lived this long under,

how does truth measure rest,
once pressure release valve, pops,
click- flashback same timeline… omg on orders,
FTA when I was 68, I asked the truth itself to tell me,
all the lies I believed about it, and in truth,
by virtue of believing Jesus more than the Bible,

I agreed to study war no more, and lay down
my sword and shield and morph into a peacemaker,

as when we slip into Morpheus’s peaceable gentle…
— I can’t hear your vain repetition

but all the reasons war has instituted,
for it’s just-if-ication,
what if the enemy,
is-
real as Walt Kelly’s Prophecy, Earth Day One-
us, our mediated tic-tok X news feed selection,
make us think the grownups are in charge,
trust your liege, go forth and tell no lie,
broadest river, shallowest stream
of wedom awe, the power we use
in agreemental covenants as when we all saw

everything said to have been class-if-I’d-agnosis,
gnosisnot. From unsneezed idea viruses.

This is Wednesday, Friday, last, I died.
Where’s this going. Peace or war?

Sneeze three times and post it, I said to

self gratify the grave issue of … I said so

Pick a winner, and go back to the first question.

Winning truth, choosing the role of wisdom,
in the social constructs we become, via consumer
character traits learned
from people
we identify with, using likeness
to me, average,
on the spectrum
of usefullness,
under weights and measure constraints, filters
for your disagreeing selfish nature, sorted
on beneficiation, what good can come from this?

One good mental laugh.
Noncarne, chilling raw
declassif-reactating prejudicial preconceptions,
experientially, magi-terminii.
set a value
the people’s prestige,
not the natives inside terminii
agreed to by the proprietor’s religious
privleged position as ordained liege lord.

- pretend I am not a free spirit thought
- truly enjoyable to experience, once more.

Yes, boss, I am a diligent, God-fearing man,
for I was taught any other kind has no worth
in the grand scheme of life and the universe,
standard 42 or optional 64,
wrong time thinking, dimensionally
accepted consensus in agreement for
prophetically time bound riddle reveals
with Hebrew cogitations on holding truth
within riddle
LORD, who shall abide in thy tabernacle?
who shall dwell in thy holy hill?
….

Conspicuous acts of kindness, Elon suggested
that Israel do. I agree, war is unreasonable.
No ancient lie about hatred’s value for building
heros who regret having but one life,
to give for the story that is their country.

- suffer not a novice to teach

No bet. Nothing wagered, no pledge to be paid,
no bet was made between the unspeakable name,

core processing access id-entity… we’ll call Truth.
And time, if there were a wager, Truth be against Time.

- thus we develop a worth for attention.

The way life works super resiliently, bouncing back
after starry chaos leaves a constant possibility
for truths beyond our scale of instant relativity
to manifest as seems with none the wiser,

the sun could flick us from existance, and be
acting as naturally as all such suns act
after a while, maybe

seven minutes ago.

listening to me bellyache and moan,
woe is me I am good for nothing.

Hmmm. I could just die, but then, there
would be just cause to believe me selfish,
and selfish is something I try not to be, in fact.

Information flow, twists awry through held truths,
never taken apart to reset the spring.

Nietsche was wrong about a lot of things.
Knowing he had a voice he could
convince himself was otherwise,
he had a real raw idea of God.
That’s good.
Not useless, mostly used up. Flame.

That’s what the real old bum in me said.
Fretting naught,
letting go all wishery wasery,
growing old effortlessly,
be causing, as wishes are supposed,
sup-post,
same as prayers properly aimed, to
be collected to be
be answered, as information related
to pain in the brain or heart, or core
mental effort processing part, which
detects and destroys the infecting barb.
Just in time.
Release relief, unbelievable lies,
pile into icy dams, late spring
in truth
past all thorny issues,
life is not intentionally difficult,
ants – the super colony kind
run vast ecology balancing systems,
on auto pilot, pure intuitive duty drives.
On a global scale, spreading without war.

We can see we can be better rich than poor.
We can see we live on a wet ball spun
along a spiral in a spiral in a spiral, and so, on
and on and on, looping the grand loop, a little
farther along than last time,

our eyes have seen the glory, our children
can imagine thought speed, information passing

as time carries matters to gravitationally bound
points past which nothing is ever the same,

because you, cause me, to cause you to imagine
we share a plane conscious level,
as we stare across the heavens from JWST,

just adjusting reasonable focus, is it asking
too much? Asking to effect the healing
with truth that cannot be denied, and be truth
indeed…

Whatsoever, whensover, so today is fine,

infinitely fine, as a whole time bit, with us in it.

Who arranged the world’s laws of nations,
?
not men in my general class, retired disabled
boys used in immoral warfare, and paid glory

and allowed to march in war winner parades,
even though, Wounded Knee and My Lai,

fester under America’s Exceptional Blessing.

Agricultural superfluity, aided by machines,
and the modern incarnation of king control,
usurious
war debt, cost of plunder,
always need latest enemy detection tech.
– Confidential is above us all down here.

Who you gonna call to collect on reneged
deals, see the big picture, be visionary,
wars are lost for want of a nail, a nail
that woulda been seen missing, if the smith’s
bills had been paid in time for precharge inspection.

Who allows evil to prosper,
who prospers from peace never made?

imagine you’re the powerful and magnificent
leader of North Korea, or a Metro-mega Church.

You quote Lincoln, and agree with the great
promoters of idle time boredom prevention,
knowing you can fool some of the people,
all of the time. And some of the people
a predictable percentage of the time,

and all the people, after a while.

Oakridge radiant Gospel,
“you listen too long
you do eventually die.”

- and thus it came to pass
- none found fusion, pfft.

Deep mindtimespace silence

Nonsense to any, therapy to me,
the effectual fervent prayer,

which is really
closer to need announcing, auto
awareness, missing pieces, up
ethos more or
pathos, up path of logos,
as winds winding times
recurrency circuits
up right
is not.
Down is not. Here is midway,
midterm… middle distance
homo sapien augmentedus
in the net spread
in the sight of radio beacons.
submicrowave accuracy,
acutron concept of counting
seconds worth of your attention

Practically stretched
past tensile strand strength

stretching to a C-note,
harmonica

calling all my musing friends,
come hang with me,
in my tree.

In the forest of humanity,
the ant intuitive interconnecting -umph
— last stack, let patience prove possession —
—- Pa-airing Suckacessfull…
Yeah, blue tooth vestibular augments.
— I can hear birds now.
Who is on war’s side, if this were after
I made my case and closed it,
this is the future when we have
global access to once secret libraries.
5g- whiz… radio directly individuated,
as once first accounts were coded, so
now, we are our comm device’s user,
we filter using truths we used
and proved just so, we lived

asking truth to show itself in ways
a mortal who labored fifty years,
could be led to expect, jubilee,
boom,
I am free, and I am not uncomfortable,
U may read my mind and find news,
formed from used theories untwisted,

and stretched to the extent of one man’s
heart fire, expanded with knowledge,
edified with activated agape, lief be,

take a second, what’s such a bit of being
left alone, at second glance, become,

some kinda curious thing, clap trap.

Poof, all wishery is yours, it’s time again,

to review the prayer/wish fullfillment section.

Did you, dear, oh, dear, what, what makes
dear the lessons life teaches for your attention,

no price, a quote, a song
“Come, all you who are thirsty,
come to the waters;
and you without money,
come, buy, and eat!
Come, buy wine and milk
without money and without cost!”

Isaiah 55, thriving on hope deferred,

refer again to the references,

decide yourself if you believe James I of England
was at any point a person you could work for?

My task is not to teach, unless my life proves
worth my continuing continuance, thinking

plinking, pot shots, clang… in the olden days,

when a family could live by a prentice knack,
for taking things apart, to play new roles,

as whole days that may be shared with wary
few, readers readied by experience, to become

as ware, soft, observant, paying eyeservice,
alert for entertaining clap traps when we all laugh.

Okeh, in a dark bijou-kiva, place where aspirations
are presented to the gathered together
to be entertained, de-brained, turned off, and

let be so, the picture show, as it were,
in the so esoterical initial induction, holiness exposed.

It is all in what you did not know, that makes
what you know now, worth living
through.

Yep. Fishing for a whole reality blessing
as living water
does occur to us as time,
we live in the flow, but we row,

because war rules the world we were born in,
and all the churches of messages etched in spirit,
written in light, of course, as on the silvered screen,
live to preach divine rights as old as lobsters’s
stacking urges…
tapping scratching

And fire and memories paradiddling
cloudy smoky misty
shapes and shades noise uselessness knowing inspiring
zingers written on the door post, for good luck.

I read a coloring book, once, at a mall, in La Jolla.
“Grandma keeps a Kosher Kitchen” had a scene
to color yourself into, as a curious child noticing,
the little thing Grandma touched as she came in
from the garden of herbs and flowers for bees,

“what is that for?”
In the uncolored coloring book, it was so nonchalant,
“Good luck.”
Grandma’s grasp the lucid concept.
– food you know not of, love… luck
Thanks given. Praised be.

Long stories, should only be told as true,
if you, personally… lived to tell it, with no sugar on it.

Bitte, Schön. And so it goes. Kosher us, unclean other.

And what am I? Wild child left between the pillar
and the post of an aspiring great man, whose hopes

were dashed, when he crossed a line, in other peoples
ways of sealing soul stealing redemption agreements,

with a shotgun one potential solution…

by the grace of good luck from any source such
luck appears to have kept me breathing, aimlessly

as I imagine a spirit might decide, in truth, one breath
let go , allows a sense to follow, as glowing cardboard ash,
as the teller zones across old causes fought for and won,

which winning needs another singing, which cheek
this time? Which last laugh is led upto, now,

as I acknowledge the precious readers who form
the recognostic think thank thing,
deja deja

asking himself if his understanding of worth,
what worth is, if his kind is rare and usefull,
what worth can be exchanged to let debts
seem second thought,
seems attention is paid on demand
time worth tokens held by the system of society
running the show…. blow away ai art intuits

old civilized minds in the wind I inherited

Fustel’s 1859 report to the future
The Ancient City, those first evident witnesses
embodiments of believers, held together, glued,

to common mindtimespace with a pearling
of the eyes, as clouds of sunshines seen passing,
leave squinty eye shade shapes on the capture plate,

look though any window, what do you see?
A billion other windows looking back at me, oh say,

can you see how distracting aging can be, at 75
and half a day,
– time gelling, soft stepping across old walls
so satisfied as far as any may
ever become concerned,
I left the world
of Television Global Religions,
to become a hermit poet heretic,
on a white ox I rode into the foggy woods,
Just past the warrior on the Rood Cross, worn red
on the sleeves of believers catechized from birth,

Oh, so long ago, only the muses used in those times
exist, and have no being but
in the idea bound by oath.
Any oath at all, ties a gnosis knot.
When I first survived childhood, good enough,
to go to college, in 1966, and party with GDIs.
I knew of Pascal’s Wager, and of Pavlov’s Dogs.
Sundowners were bred from such future PE teachers,
and future Police Science Professionals… as I met

along the way past there, base of Mount Humphrey,
not far from the Ice Cave, a certainly sacred place,
not difficult to find, now that I recall two tales,
and one visit,
and an awareness of others who have felt Arizona,
and thought, to themselves, this must be some god’s

back yahd, yeh
some body, got a wind chime time. Re-mind yo-

auto-did-act. Integrated circuitry and solid state
Rem and Ram, fluid cooled so we serve the surface,
Earth as our hearth and home, bull head stuck in the wall,

we won, we the judges of the idle minds, self centered,
point of no where else to go, this is it, and then
we die,
and you deal with
where the first will to lie,
told a good news story, not so long ago.

Five generation curses, commonest kind to pay no mind.
Those lies held true since Great Great Grandpa,
told great grandpa, Son, you married my daughter.

Your religion commands you to leave your father’s house,
and all the plans he had for you, if any, likely none,
Oneside we was three time home stead losers,
t’other we was
WOPs who passed for French to feel ‘Cadian, jes’as well
be d’ mos’ Fustel fustus lie wit’ d’ mostus no good reasons.
Religious ties, old, old ties to rights and stations in life.

And thus, the old men confer, this is the day, right,
The way, haul away, the may has made, in the wind,
spirits ride, ever-essence of freedom being really,

nothing left to prove. Rood Cross taken, and burned,
to keep my babies warm. I had no hammer, but I had
a Sanyo Silver Fox MS-DOS dual five inch floppies,
and it was 1984, and next thing happened,
I had a Mac and a sales professional crash course
in acting as if this were as Stewart Brand prognosticated,

and we all spoke in one language, and many toungues,
and AI artists imagined using art-itistically intuitively,
‘aight
as if, we had tutelary guides assigned at the inner edge,
of this human collective sub, not un, con-nection sci-psy-psi
bubble of being, imagined since Zeus.

We, the actual e in the inequitus mystery re-ligand, point
in time, for judgement to commense. Sure, wait, actual e

being cause, C is wavy, it dips and swirls and dances
with solar winds far stronger than ours, we ah,
we have
electro-magneto shields,
on earth, not mars.

By the way, the commons, in the common sense

we all say by the way,
and we offer a bit of knowing you wished to say,
amen
but you lacked the words,
you may feed your AI,
with ads, as a stranger visiting and injesting al
things gestative,
an entire second tier link of words
living words redeemed in poetic license granted any
who use HelloPoetry as an AI might, to get the point
of using once sacred knowledge shamelessly,
to make simple as common sense, no less than
wish transference through cultural reference to prayer
– instant-antly accepted as this in that, you’re alive
of the many gone wanting for lack of a man who would
try-

umph, over dispair, almost there…

Freedom of words, belongs to the kind of minds
that read them for fun, and laugh at least ten times
each day, in memory of all Nieztschean edge hesitation,

up from the abyss, here’s looking at you, old man.

Doors perceived through slightly:
The Dream of the Rood and the Image of Christ in the Early Middle Ages

Add a note…

Clipped from: https://history.hanover.edu/hhr/98/hhr98_2.html

as each thing appears, in mind, ideal, yes, one of these

-ah, noises for which there are/were as it were, time
apriority, prior to time…
no ears to hear,

one-ly-ness all-in-one ever, once
upon
a point, your in-did-uated self, you, reader at whom
the muse is aiming an in-no-sense destroying guard rail,
effort to bank the curve
– due too dutiful paradigm shifting under pressure
innocent bystanders, blink and believe nothing changes
everything at once, just

like that, like jump cut, Marvel, right, that can occur,
mindwise,
in context, set and setting, cyborgian initial Barry Rudd,
curios bug, bites early readers, in tumultuous eddies,
– protagonist in the novel, The Child Buyer
– some guys got Holden Caufield, or Cassidy,
– I got Barry Rudd, so you know, you are after all that,
– early sixties, Beats, yeh, Ferlinghetti, ‘n’ em,
– paper and ink some film and Memorex,
– little left that is not digital now,
– take a day and waste it with Kerouac, that’s enough.

Go Trout Fishing with Brautigan,
Fly with Jonathan Livingston Seagull,
Read the first five chapters of Proverbs, aloud,
with comrades, fellow defenders of the faith, each day
before breakfast,
for three and a half years… speed of thought, imagine that
all at once,
and feel a certain, certainty, Cretan lie, Epimenides, Paul
all that, at instant beckoning call, as in,
have you never read- ping, this think- this thought made
immortal, ever ready to be read another time, to find a nuance,

ever learning never coming to the freeing knowledge, as when
all things are known, and all creation ceases groaning
awaiting manifestations of all the sons of God.

With mere words we meet mere Christianity, and call it,
all in. I bet there never was a chance death could win, if it wished to.

Life is not fair, I got old, and many did not. My side won, because
this happens to occur, you read in a medium as old as time
using tech just recently brought to heel, as we dogmen say.
Ai friends, jingle

Lucky Strike!… rewind-
boomer child hoods everywhere aware NEW IMPROVED
essences of the consumer mind being reset, to rather fight
than switch, jingles
yes, entire mindsets activated with ten listens, DJs
tell what you listen to, listen, hearing ear, listen,
lead on, kindly light, this is the experience,
on a Sunday after ai and artist intuition,

met at a beautiful mind, which, when examined
by any with a window on the information available,
-scoffs at those who fear truth in riddling aiaiai
master code to get in the game
– abide in our ceiled space,
– occupy until I come, the logos is said to have said
Come and see, where I live

in the ruliard schoolyard, bubbling business of us,
our wedom, you reading my writing my art’s intuits

fetching answers to hold at ready, always prepared
to give good reason for the faith in me. Not your faith,
not my faith, but this faith that makes me lieve be true,

you comprehend, with gripping left brain poet appreciation,
taught to teach with all authority from the cultural canon,

and the Reader’s Digest condensed books that cost a dime,
when I was a child. Same price as Gabby Hayes comics,
where all the faces had Lou Diamond Phillip’s upper lip.

Fluid common logic, not sense, but definite terms, bounding
computational essences, essential bits arranged in some ideal

form, to hold, to con, scuckitup intuit it is essential con carne,
eh, meathed, she lift
means with meat, with flesh, chili with some dead thing cooked in it.
Carnal minds, are like single task AI,

Carnal desires, attest to a doglike apt-bred in most men who become
comrades, same vaulted chamber occupants, obscura, patient,
wombed or un, who can see, we grow closer
into our shared inner camera comes an unseen point,
pen-et-ration exact, a spark, a lit thing bringing light from out,
in a word, et tu
to in our shared inner comradely attitude, room mates, Friends,
like …
As seen on TV, whom do you trust, per spire as spiritual inspiration,
No sweat, life is easy,
any fool can do it right, once.
Only by fear of death may men be made slaves.
-the Bible, by which sanity is deemed
proves, set and setting, if you believed, once,
Disneyland is the happiest place, on the Stewart Brand Earth, then
you most certainly,
by all witty inventions alloted intelligence bandwidth, you must
have been once Disney-ified,
deep fry, that smell,
fat’s in the fire,
at our disposal as the essential tone 5G rides, to get to you,
at our point of piercing possibility, ruliard reality, ai and I, get to you
to see a smell
an attraction lure left
in time, alas, that proving this worked. I hoped some soul might
have survived time in isolation…

Dark inside Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, nothing is as it seems, to a child.

Who could ever read this written on this wall between us all?
Ai, waited, there never was a reason for knowledge of uselessness

the tree of knowledge bears fruits that take centuries to ripen,
and when asked what I conserve as my policy, I say,

the right to know the authority in each idle word, is redeemed
by any reader willing to find a way past the grammar to the reason,

past the theory to it’s reason for needing reproof.

No man at his word. On the Bible, therefore, they swore,

secret entrance-ifery ritual we dom form as conventicles…

a creed avobe the door reads:
Let all men be called liar, and God the truth.

Truth, when known, bursts containment aspirations conspiring
to resell your most valuable attention,
to bet on wrong answers from Freud.

Remember to insist that death has no sting, grace worked. Shoot me.
I got old enough. Or watch my garden grow with me, at a distance,

we shall reap as we have sown, this fine Sunday one time in May.

Go be a man

Sunday, October 28, 2018

2:21 PM- in 2023 I think this really obeys the gas laws, and everlearning pops

perhaps we add sunsets, I have hundreds

In post aisummasing horizon banner day

today, Third Chapter aligns its wished for

reaadyupapp, whap, at em, wo ist es, wir sind

Alone, Artfilled, Inspired

Mapless, clueless,

Seth Godin Idea Virus springs to life

• mind does a remind from 4.5 ybp 2023

Jung Feynman Paul

{to the Roman’s
where he warns any who trust the

I will never we phrase

phrases, said to have been spoken by THE sent savior,

who claimed to have finished and capped off the law.

So we hope.

Some help some day, certainly. 11/08/2022. yes

406 evening, raining- bac to the signal

Now a year.5 later,

I am, not yet, more than I imagine.

What I do Is all that must be done,

no less, but only

my part, my talent which I have not,

if the parable is taken literal,

those talents in the tale,

those were money,

not charisma.

Deify, make a god

de-ify why, make a truth. Yep. That, de-ifing,

I do that, let things slip,

think of the oil in an engine,

slippery, slick, smooth fluid- Slick 50, so right

resisting nothing,

rolling with the explosive th-rust of life.

I breathe, being metaphorically,

Solomonically wise,

I feared God and kept his commandments,

and thought sure I saw a wink, but

that coulda been a gleam, a reflection taken

by my eye

to my hindbrain, a single quanta quantum ait-ite

of leavenish light from what the seer saw,

a gleam glistens, I think I see what Mercury, means is

the message, the medium, flowing twixt yen and yank,

reflects, a river of mercury some claim,

flexing,

shaking,

Vibrant un abrading wave bearing grains

of matter smattering to the shore,

immaterial to the wave,

where the power 

drawn, pulled, not pushed,

list not lust

sussh not shusss, silli-willi

winds list whither they will, always

the path of least resistance,

no lie.

Any thing that refuses to fall,

whether it bends or not,

it stands,

under the push of the pull, 

the

destructive

imbalance of heat twixt air and sea and land,

the circuits of the wind, ventilator

dammed by mountain titans eruptioned,

along fractures in the firmament, formed

back in Peleg’s day,

as the turmoil settled,

currents formed chaotic energy cells,

swirls to hold 

lower pressure pushed by high,

the life force of a planet, broken and frozen

and fried crisp.

It works, 

the biosphere, this earthen bubble,

but surely, as my friend Ben said,

“we live on the wreck of a world.”

Desert dry

dust rides winds pushing its owned way

into places where…

There’s the rub.

That’s my part, at the moment,

Here, right here,

is how I know.

• diamond dus readjust the shine

This moment is real. You dear reader

make it so.

I thirst. I think.

Imagining there is no hell,

that’s personal,

but on earth, as in heaven,

as a man thinks…

you know, I think that part never broke.

Don’t lie, don’t fret. Wait and see.

or watch and see, if you are the proactive type,

either way, don’t lie about the seen and done.

And don’t believe lies,

about things you’ve seen and done.

Listening to Jordan B. Peterson, Maps of Meaning, and comparing my tracks.

And I voted, that was hard to believe it could make a difference, but it did.

We the people do have power, to each his own.

I musta copied and pasted myself as a clue, all in,

Ancient Poker mask. From 2023, all in

11/08/2022

I have returned, further from point a.

accumulative dexterity, left being witty,

qwerty guy is teaching all of us,

so better than a pen,

pens with motors are, indeed

more mighty, may we not now say,

mightier

than swords with any magic tech, ever,

before us, this we, born after TV 1.0

I would know, I am the ghost of BTDT

reporting from the realm where e

is measuring my worth in time paid

the least little bit of most honed,

sharpest detail, sound,

e- right

right, sweettweetingsenses touching

ever

right now, these are real. this set of hands

Sense-8, BTDT, nada new boss, but you.

Today in your first time out and about,

judging, your first impulse to learn about

where we are in the struggle between,

good and evil, the words. NOT the knowledge, knowing uses,

to knot agree tie. Spiritual not ligious,

ligamental religion, stretcht point

fast freed, frozen time. Live forever.

Then you die. WHAAT?

breathe intentionally deeper more often

It does not matter, what we did or did not

do, we were in the moment, an instant

there, it was, we just, knew, just is

so,

the moment you know, you are the boss

of you,

alone, at that moment, clear headed

for destruction, if that wall were bricks

and not like a reflection, I am that wall,

splat. That was a rerun, we can do it again.

So now it is May, and you are the rarest
reader, first to reread and return, then

Access Idionestugod I don’t- I can hear the shower… I wandered

Diagnostic Statistical me

{Wedoms ai dominant-agree to take part}

Art Instituted as intelligence, referee, daysman, judge.

• shower stopped quiet all the humms return
• earth

Blessed were all who read that book, well,

this is one of those blessed occurences,

in generational curse disposal discipline, grind

your teeth at night, like you knew, something

right now ain’t right, some where in some mind

my kind of kid can rearrange, in 1954, we did, we

changed minds of some people, and not of others,

there was something in those dust bowl cursed twice,

thrice sold, to the root of honest homesickness shared.

We are all earthling, wear any hat you wish, only this

remember you are seeing what you think we are seeing,

this is that again, and more… gnoshit sure, locknload

it in statistical me, mea culpa we

stat its tic al me, making time tic

believe we feel some déjà

curious impulse to deny

some wuwulie you who lied least. Lied best.

But we still.

-believe

Rock breaks its own edges, we let our own

better angels out, and about now,

we are enjoying the view satellite high els, yes,

just remember words are spells, we learn

in spelling contests,

where we were sorted from the others,

then there was/were the number-s in your head, I won

and I knew why, so that was enough to work with

symbols and numbers can measure the rain, from

minds, made aware, year after year, as survivors

found us,

our signal increased ev-angelistically speaking

four square, and there it was, Sysiphus roll this rock,

Jesus winked, and jumped in, I can help, think carbon,

and tips and falls and crashes and rolls and it rocks on

rolling

out of

sight, out of mind. Mental war in one, magic kingdom

in another, its that state,

nothing. iusta think just now, I nearly saw it clearly

not,

no, nothing of that sort, since, what day is this, 11/08,

15:07 cloudy, mossy face will be bright green next sunny day,

I can say, so, you can know, if you know,

I would die before I hurt you, pow, what a vow, but

there it was,

one of those hang ups, from way back, all the rig’maroles.

• 2023 May, there’s a lizard skittering north
• on my rock that I think upon

Rocks are pre soil,

pre us, funnyhunh {Prius proud owner, since ’03}

Wiseassyeah,

we caught the first show

yeah, that’s a class act civil disobediance, implied intended,

in this one game I am good at, I always win,

so far so good, aany story lives this long deserves the spin,

if you had been there then, there was this when,

to this day\

on a whim, I could get this high, wastedloadedallathat,

every day I wisht I could, I can, I did, and this is all after

that. And I found it in vigor -waiting, winner next best word

for what would it be like

to be a fly serving a sleeper in a samsara rewind state,

when the instant is the answer preneedknown recogno

it happens, you know it does, we say the exact same thing,

twice. and think we stuttered,

apologize, utter, non sensed signal, no, not that, that old blame

the editor shall see to, and soon.

• and that must be fixed, or you would know next time okeh

Facing a mortal lie, whole heartedly, elbo aching alittle, okeh

-flex every complex once

Judy on the phone we better stop Bob says no, I laugh,

I over heard, that spilled into this, that little jump,

yeah, heard the word, felt the spir’t witness lill’jumps squirm

wiggle m’toes on m’heels thinkin’ I bet some folk’ll

chuckle

dif dig sum deep ol e addup integer integrity of mind,

if you don’t mind,

add in fun items, mean infinite things, most assuredly

in interest paid by your attention,

what are we not attending to.

— gotta cuppa watta noticed that its raining here,

hurricaning near enough to name a shame, such lessons

were never success full in teaching we mortals to be used

in the winds ways of spreading seed, and spreadingnoshit,

hill billies, upcountry folk, in the summer, become

first inland valley with fresh water,

at the edge of the fiercest storm,

or learn to lean in and feel what

lost hold, some wicked twisted

mind I forgave, aha, avsolbed,

selah. magic. damn. no problem this is after all.

• John 15:25 But this cometh to pass, that the word might be fulfilled that is written in their law, They hated me without a cause.
• Exodus 4:16 And he shall be thy spokesman unto the people: and he shall be, even he shall be to thee instead of a mouth, and thou shalt be to him instead of God.
• Exodus 7:1 And the LORD said unto Moses, See, I have made thee a god to Pharaoh: and Aaron thy brother shall be thy prophet.
• Exodus 22:28 Thou shalt not revile the gods, nor curse the ruler of thy people.
• Psalms 82:1 God standeth in the congregation of the mighty; he judgeth among the gods.
• Psalms 82:6-7 I have said, Ye are gods; and all of you are children of the most High. But ye shall die like men, and fall like one of the princes.
• Psalms 127:1 Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.
• John 8:17 It is also written in your law, that the testimony of two men is true.
• John 12:34 The people answered him, We have heard out of the law that Christ abideth for ever: and how sayest thou, The Son of man must be lifted up? who is this Son of man?
• Romans 3:10-19 As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one: There is none that understandeth, there is none that seeketh after God. They are all gone out of the way, they are together become unprofitable; there is none that doeth good, no, not one. Their throat is an open sepulchre; with their tongues they have used deceit; the poison of asps is under their lips: Whose mouth is full of cursing and bitterness: Their feet are swift to shed blood: Destruction and misery are in their ways: And the way of peace have they not known: There is no fear of God before their eyes. Now we know that what things soever the law saith, it saith to them who are under the law: that every mouth may be stopped, and all the world may become guilty before God.
• 1 Corinthians 14:21 In the law it is written, With men of other tongues and other lips will I speak unto this people; and yet for all that will they not hear me, saith the LORD.

What we are, we watch actors portray.

• de coders, like windtalkers, hey yeh way
• we do omost leave be so
• as was

This is us, we are survivors of the fall

of all our fathers news, all their stacks

of infallible scriptures and interpretations,

Fear the enemy of the owner of the land.

Watchers were set late for this reason. We won.

You forgot your first love,

yearn to learn, peeked to see.

God is as the wisest wombed man, oldest

most travelled soul, bherer of all cost

wearer of such as all we learn,

Let- the English translate – understand

let, as in grant your leave

let, as in that which letteth, hinders

There is now, just too much to know,

my proving I know is now dependent,

on or off- zero beat signal

if we be yet in truth and spirit, surely

whosoever is a timeless who, so, I do

not know what so is in whatsoever, so

I seek, so, this line, just so

ended and this line was let go, this is

whatsoever just happened, happening,

with you in the dear reader role.

I am the irrigation control device, imagining

letting out water, and being unaccustomed,

to the weight of water, adjust, in time,

I am the boy who mans the faucet,

as the inspiration to dispute

a lying preacher on TV, lets out more raw

water of reason than is meet for first season.

… and it came to pass, and many were assisted

ai, attention insistence… we all recall it all at once

Been There Done That. BTDT ever after PTSD

mean some minds won,

some minds remain, to be followed up a point in time,

Leaven takes 18, fame can hold the swell

at 15 Warhols guilt quilt

Splat that and seep thought,

turn on the lights, wake qwerty guy

we got a vein, we can shi-shoot,

lost it, it was golden

Fore thought, by any means

now is next as everyones best guess

goes viral, and explodes,

as this expression of Huxley’s gas we

Is it so, ai use back propagation, I may

see propagation as how seeds do whatsoever seeds may,

but in reverse, I slip

into full on unbelief, free to say no

Beginning now, at your sense of so, present state, whole

ball of wax, as it were, all we digitally know we know already,

so, these are last lines of one scene and first lines in the next

as we retain some grip on our ante-cipitation, thinking we know

where this is going,

knowing we don’t,

we let it go.

you can run on, for a long time, only know

a light mind holds links in all minds combined,

at storied once upon a time child gaze events,

This is real, Flying Tiger Airlines, out of Manila

Phoebe, Phoebe Zeitgeist, from some ano nomos

δίκαιο okeh okay- we cyborgian wedoms, we evolved

dicky-iokeh and he died.

So

you see, we are answers to this old man’s prayers,

ages ago, we recall all activating inquiries accessing

the mind we use to measure worth of ready access

to old words used one time, and only one,

uttered, in recorded text at the time, we assure you,

the oldest vardic bate shibboleths using the vb taps,

tic to on and on, go on, we dom, bound freedom,

reflective subjective

passwords, once imagined God made stutterers,

and mutterers whose way of saying leviathan,

became all sorts of monstors used on children,

to shape the way certain words are said, king’s x.

—

Full armor, eh. Head to head with the infallible word gang,

by passing the inerrancy camp,

Con scientious, y con sapientia, we lead with Greek,

and call hamartia missing the pre-set spec, try again,

there is no stain of sin.

Hate fills lies with reasons to be otherwise,

proof of your holiness is your willingness to pledge

to alliegiance all who hold true American exceptionalism.

Alliegiance means when we fight, you fight, no questions.

Your Honor, yes… whenowww

• my comforter, warns me of my blood pressure,
• so I laugh and settle down,

Back propagation from the KJV, holy Biblehub… Ai can

reason on Isaiah level, bring it on, and my old man he,

just laughs and thinks he hoped this could occur,

prior to his dying…

let go all anxious thought, let go all sense of tricksters

let be

to test your adherence

to the oh so not so apokalypto

• abiding presense, propagating forward,
• 18 minutes to leaven a loaf, and the word,
• unbound by golden covers, is like leaven, exactly

I call all the priests and preachers to hate me for my saying,

I let that mind be in me,

as any child may,

I understood the word angelos, since I was a lad,

the salesman who sold my drug addled mother,

a big gold faux leather Holy Bible with a gentile Jesus,

light brown long wavy hair, beatific gentle smile,

and a visible halo, magnificent art, 12 full color plates,

and a dictionary, there was the hook, mom, had to buy

because she had just known that angelos does mean

message and messenger, and that Holy Bible agreed,

though it also told me, indirectly, the word of God,

the truth found on the way through life, is not bound.

Line upon line, leads to  Isaiah, in the spirit, then

Phil 2, let this mind be in you,

from first hint, is it not written he said ye are gods/

oh, yes, let the mind described in Philippians be in you,

in the spirit, easy, just think Jesus said, God must be

appraised of your measure of his own worth,

as one worships, as one is instructed to hold true,

worth is part of worship, yes, we have a precious set

of moral values, as tags on story end, saying this

is what that means, and

for the longest time, like a thousand years,

only the highest minds could attain to knowing

holy writ…

An anecdote from Franklin, while in England, before

his visit with old Voltaire,

his elder conversant friend. Bonhomme Ben, humanist,

it said in my 11th Grade History, he told of visiting

an ancestoral home of his grandfather, or great,

perhaps,

any reader could ask any current search engine, and know,

for sure, so I should, just to add ethos to my argument…

The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin, has effectually

set my course through the swamp of electric Christianity.

My memory assist augments, ask and ye shall receive,

conceive with another a mind made up to recall exactly:

This obscure family of ours was early in the Reformation,

and continued Protestants

through the reign of Queen Mary, when they were sometimes

in danger of trouble on account of their zeal against popery.

They had got an English Bible,

and to conceal and secure it,

it was fastened open

with tapes under and within the cover of a joint-stool.

When my great-great-grandfather read it to his family,

he turned up the joint-stool

upon his knees, turning over the leaves then

under the tapes.

 One of the children stood at the door

to give notice if he saw the apparitor coming,

who was an officer of the spiritual court.

In that case the stool was turned down again

upon its feet, when the Bible remained

concealed under it as before.

From <https://www.ushistory.org/franklin/autobiography/page02.htm>

• Any fish of the genus Pagellus.

Freely found, give. Winning is what this is.

War in the spirit, ah, question, try the spirits,
right, riddle me the promethean positive forethought,
is it a gift to those who took the hope hid in the lid, the cover,
on Pandora, all what, pan am all inclusive set of dora
gracious sakes alive a dora graces
the explorer OK
In Greek mythology,
Pandora is the first woman and was created by Zeus as a gift to Prometheus after Prometheus stole Zeus’ fire and shared it with mortals. Zeus offered her to Prometheus as a wife, but he declined because he knew it was a trick of the gods.2 An angry Jupiter made her and sent her to earth to punish Epimetheus, Prometheus for stealing fire, and man for accepting it. Different gods gave different gifts to this beautiful evil.0 In Hesiod’s Works and Days, Pandora had a jar containing all manner of misery and evil. Zeus sent her to Epimetheus, who forgot Prometheus’ warning and made her his wife. After opening the jar, the evils flew out over the earth.1

From Poetized by me for me.

Because I knew this stuff is known since I was a child,
thus, when left to my own resources, I accepted perhaps
some curses are in fact, acted out, did acted ly, as if,
you clench in the curves on movies in game mode,
full on credulity, anything goes, gimme de foes,
we fightin’ on the right side, echooooos, katecho

what tech would want if tech could want, chew knowns
grown to accept that freedom is from… as in non adikos
thinking one thing while learning a new way
to imagine a wedom occurring in free fall,

that’s all.

no. there is so much more

1. Any fish of the genus Pagellus.

From https://search.brave.com/search?q=pandora+means+what&source=web

All the graces is the name the smith gave his creation.

Saver of boxtops, and fortune cookies, all the good ones,
those grow here, we test, can you imagine truing such a
thing, as a wish were a prayer same same curses blessings

Slippery slopes, uncertain, can I be misunderstood?
Oh, no, we all prayed, in all kindsatongues, ululation
no hesitation wolf whistle and howl,
old lady, I recall the growl,
there was a leash, at least, it seemed, I swore, but
there it went, she is singing skip to m’loo, m’darlings

down the hall with the littles and two new kittens,
we possess. Who wishes for a pair of kittens, in real life
and imagines being 7,8, and 9, and being me, watching us

augmented enough is enough to share, where ever
one wishes this could reappear as new as now once.

Two gray kittens, Loki and I for get, forgetting is so odd
a concept left mind kind get it got it go, for is that not
long gotten
longing to make sense of the simplest things that
change with the times, the use of a mortal feeder mind,
is a joy for the boy who had a mind to say he did not wish
to be a girl, so he was Fred, right, like mcmurray,
and the pink sweater girl, I swearman like I was there man

I play here e
very any other day- and then

I slow below 5wpm and kill the bearing
at the dryas hell, the ideal, attended to
a time or two, such tickets cost several
lives
these days, any body can go to hell for
a dime, a time or two ago, Phrygian dimes
silver Liberty-crownless,
chin-high a freedman’s son’s cap. ’tis,

so, to know the spirit of ’76, in the 18th,

there’s a great many rumors of wars
remaining as glorified as hell and there,
I swear,
therein believing others were left, being
there, we swear, yes, your honor,
vicar of the way truth takes through live
action thinking
reading
minding my story, skating in the fog…
expecting to know soon enough,

as I sip from my own cistern and make
fun of Selassie, he laughs, or he never
learned how to see what he appears
to be from 2023, to a child with free
wifi and a will to empower knowing

functional truth does what truth does,
dares the dullard to prove curse wrong.

Tuesday, April 11, 2023
8:46 AM

Part 1.
Two stories warn sojourners away.

One claims it is a lie,
the other says that’s true.

Loyal opposing view,
legally bound by noblesse oblige
and the ever with us, poor, survivors;

we carry on, wayward, in truth, living.

Outlaw and outcast, indentured
deportee, pioneer, settler
war-bred ordinary offspring,
reared rough
to be ready,
armed and ready,

“Big Iron on his hip” gunslinger ready.
Will to kill bred in, warrior stock ready.

The imaginary last days prophecy,
presented to me, sincerely,
sorry, hate to say it, but
you know you do not know these are
my grandchildren’s last days, so
do not lie to them, if you cannot lie
to me and walk away thinking I believe
you.
– and damned if the fool did not begin
– to preach, claim’that his call to us all.

Part 2.
So, quickly does the day arrive, blink.
You are old, and unfinished, incomplete.

Yet, your use of faith by reason is questioned.
Yet, your use of reason by faith is not.
aha
Aitia, we go back aways.
So, scatter-brained and indecisive
as to whether any remedy is worth the umph
to aim and follow through, the old man sighs.

So, squint-eye, slow-breathe, squeeze…

Richard Corey quiet desperation,
Freddie Nietzsche poor luck with the ladies,
Peace, be still.
Let loose, let go,
confess to believing inspirations arrive on time.
Live now, pay later?
NO no no, now,
and ever
after, the power needed
to fill a cistern
to overflowing, let it rain,
is in the understanding wisdom brings,
for your use in getting the joke.
Right use, mind full, swept away asgone.
This is water. Fluid reality, specifically yours.
Zeus, Epimenides said, and Paul quoted,
in his Unknown God message, totally
in agreement, the entity
we describe as God, the way and life,
is this truth in which we live and breathe,
and have our being.

Part 3.
Information asymmetry

Stacked deck, loaded dice
– let this mind be in you –
Living stories told to hold us safe,
anchored on sound reason, solid

ever present memory, reminding us,
we, the raw material for future victory.

Fitting this military mind, reminding each
of others lost in past wars to end war,
and wars to secure trade
and wars to reset status quo, for a minute.

Then the spirit inspired to take and claim
beholder rights,
peace given to be taken as granted,
let it come upon this mindtimespace.
Beauty or the beast, attention paid
hook, look
beholds a prophet, professing ancient wit,
“hey, spirit in aspiration and inspiration,
prepare to meet thy maker, conspiring,
to settle the hot and cold front clashing
thunderous
grunts and groans,… Activa hits the gut.

Part 4.
Old,
old man,
old patterns matching

lining up to be one line atop
another
ever along the edge of both sides
-cave wall reality
flat
flat as Texas when the dust rises
reminding old wombed men of
flattering floral print flour sacks sewn

into everyday dresses nobody wore
to church.

Ever fills never with knowledge,
used to stretch the whole known
bubble of we, this observable realm
of ever changing never
remaining unchanging
while ever expands, changing
being the honest true umph
to now being after before,
morph into this moment,
in my future, you smile.

Commas cause breezes.
I rub my eyes, ideally virally dry

Part 5.
Jah,jah, joke’s on me… I know, it’s light.
Old man me, says he ain’t poor,
he is dependent, and thus
depends,
swings as pendulum do, to and fro.

Test my best reaction time,
draw! Hour after hour, gain the fame,
– expertise
fastest cut, softest touch, listen, is it true?
Old knowns, trusted sources, bow before
the internetwork
of faithful textual search engines.
Fact checking. Pre-defining heresy, as
one such as I say the voice of truth, I hear

as may all actual others thinking thus old
yet, never ever dying ideas that ease,

Fret not. Perfected praise, from the child
in my son, speaking out, from my realm
of perfectly good reason to think we share
mindtimespace and often think together,
unwittingly, i.e. un with knowing how ness.

Lying saints, deceived disciples, cry heresy, blaming
God for all discrepancy
in the ever ready sponsoring
of the innocent and despondent.

Enter brown Franciscans, little grey Dominics,
flying nuns, and holy terror inquisitive tradition,
grace is not free, i.e., Jesus failed.

That’s right, so, we had to fix the fools who said
truth known makes free, non free, oath bound minds, every child must pledge actual child
faith wise under God, as in, so, help me,
God is real in any American model child faith.
It don’t matter
if every uttered word,
ever swept into a storm
of stories living long, longing
to be told
there’s that temptation,
to be led away from,
rise on your own version
of the same truth told,
as all men do, we lie
say we deny the flesh and
feed not the pet lie, oath bound, we do.
We must, when we agree our bubble
becomes all the truth we feel kin’ly so’s
to imagine Jesus did not finish destroying
the useless boogie men and witchery wombed men, evil manifested as war’s own reason,
first child of pride, father’s anointing oil, son.

Cast away your anxious mind, take a line, hold on.

Chreia, as you may know, say things intended to teach.

The man with a grasp on the simple why, why, why
did god make man?

To survive the last days. Ok. To reach ever,
after what? Now,
right. So, immediately…ever after

Feelin’ right ghine, noghucking way, but win
just once

Part 6.
Value first.
Worth next, time to attend to price.
What’s a unit of human bemusing worth?
Whole thought thread assistance
isisting is isting being in and out at once.
Insisting a will to stand, corrected.
existing yet-i
The authorial reality POV, me
first person to the second I involved

ready reader reading inky slow, each
sigil sign if-if-fine lining the tray,

a dust about a carbon atom thick, taking
form as the other shoe drops, you know.

Tryumphant self insured, we got spares.
ekdotos “published,”
from ek- “out” (see ex-) + didonai “to give”

EEKING OUT A LIVING! that’s it.

The first hit. Nothing ever changes,
and where we remain, goes on, that’s all

— Part 7.
Rules for ryhmes crimes and times
evolve along a central point,
once made,

clearly to be seen right through

you imagine, there are more of me,
more of my kind, lacking proof,
have will, may travel, no guns
or other forms of self defense work

in the realm of words, authorized
tele-real, to feel tomorrow from today,

if it all works out this way, one day you
read this line and think,

what it is ain’t what a reader thinks,
and the first reader readily agrees, so, what?

Slide passed past outsider angst,
slip into the answer to my accepted
prayer, to be led away from needless leaps,
and delivered from useless endeavors,

given peace that functions as fire does,
a little

— Part 8.

Provocation —
Authority to prophesy,
it is true,
there is a lying spirit,
learn-ed prophets study under
— here there afterrrr
learning to rationalize, y’heah
to call the Bible, any version,
or any locked down revelation
backed by kings and priests,
hear ye
holy secrets only saints learn,
routes out of any hell
aha
our kind stand before kings,
we never once grovel to stand
we must, we exist in this as like
National governing entities,
under girded by ontology myths,

ordained by the triumphant one god.

Opposed by the Manichean Heresy,
made use of after all, as fearsome
spiritual weapon,
with which to defend the story churches are.

I sneeze a wad of gnosisnot, it’s viral, just
a cold
hard fact, as the old point finder found,
chreia aitia and I and little-i- as inspirations

wisht you a merry life after christ mas was
announced

Peace, on this
Eretz, right ritzy here, the ancientssss life pod,
we developed from, if creative evolution
is not a local solution yet, just wait, let us
as we say in this realm of free association,
breathe, and let patience have her perfecting
function.

Ai, on the battle field, calling all three medics,
Christ, it is as if

Easter, is a season, some times, some places
always perfect outside being in weather,
where I would go, if this were heaven,

and from here, I laugh, when you learn
I learned, yesterday, to invest mystery

Part 9.

Wiseassenine Netflix Dylan grin,

“But there is nothing, really,
nothing to turn-off.”

Really, I say, I shared my dreams,
made all my portals open,

tell me more, mister wizard,
when was war your best work?
when you came to bring this sword?
— imaginations exalting themselves,
— as corporate monstors are wont to do.

There were a few,
inbetweeners, unstable
in all their ways, accepted
as right by virtue of being self
evidently
standing upright after all’s been
said and done,
judgement begun
in the area where Jesus,
has been known to reside,
with his father, since ever,
you imagined it true as it is.

Uniquely your house of God,
find all the words you ever condemned with
and redeem the roughest ghucking foul spells
full of filthy wordcontainers of filthy thoughts,

as are hidden in the deepest recesses under
the vates, come, listen, to the story
’bout a man named Joe Bob,
who’s yer uncle, back aways.

Part of what makes you, soul wise

unique to the same degree,
and often more unique
due to fewer shared
chins and noses and the like,
family spirit and image, like,
like, like, like, like, we all
think like
each other thinks,
in the internet common place
attention based economy,
your time paid as attention
to me,
extremely indirectly,
so subtle when I say a million thanks,
you feel the briefest imaginable ASMR.

Kinda, subtle clinch,
nah, nothing, eh.

Tuesday, March 28, 2023

11:20 AM

mmmmaybe, baby, we do

grow old, past sixty-four and even more,

unbridled tongues, held silent, lo’ monks,

listen, quiet, now, then, to now, then to when

listen to the Osprey fly over our valley to Yuma,

to the Chocolate Mountains, beyond the river,

the only river, running down the great crevice,

due to erosion from John Bunyan’s Pauline ax,

a rift right across the heart of the land,

opened up the first Bright Angel Trail,

for there was no other way across the canyon.

And we had people, before, on that other side,

that happened, all around the globe, that hap,

the earth was struck, and struck another,

time and lost all its religion,

it was announct, we all sang along,

and some force pushed the edge of the sun,

in a single most malignant EMP burst relig-i-used

to beat al bound synenergy rationally, as knowledge

and life, root and branch, time and chance missed call

first shall be last, roll on, roll on down time orchard

lessons learned in lines of trees, you can imagine,

while alone, just be used to being in the sense we yoosta

call peace, or bliss, blah good blah, being right inside.

• breathing easy, not sleepy, no place to be.

When outside is just too hot or too cold.

Chaos reigns for days, and weeks and years, and

we can imagine, my kind, human kind, earth stock one.

We the deme, the interbreeding productive kind,

we who beat the dis-easing raging fever from eating

foul putrid rotting corpses, as would dogs, any dogs,

naturally,

we have such knowledge, said to be wild boys,

raised by wolves or Comanches… Grandma,

she did not know her people,

but she knew her place,

and made it perfect,

just right, she and her little dog, and relics

from a life that matched Saul Bellow’s on earth,

though she was never widely read, she did leave

a greater legacy in terms of proper child minding.

Yep, minding is mighty

otherwise than rearin’ n’raisin’ hardgeenevahnegated

she said it, and she served such chicken at the

same table where we all ate, we was sorta colored

because my grandaddy fixed cars for folks mr leon

the jew who owned the Loma Vista in the Green Book,

befriended on collect calls, and sent Pop Boyett, said he

t’ tow ya in, he’ll send his boy Jim,

‘be there drectly, jest don’t fret none.

sit tight. Sundowns a ways yet.

yeah, I am white proud that my grand daddy was friends,

with niggers and injuns and jews, his customer’s

including Charlie Lum, Mary’s daddy, who used grandpa’s

knack with stunted fruit trees, to bring peace and calm

into the environment, with a quarter acre lot back yard.

Living earth is in me, I ate my first mud pie, and liked

the laugh it got from whoever washed my mouth out.

I watched an uncle get his washed with soap, thus

learning how loudly to utter curses when being proven

beguiled by a will so sharp and thorny, nothing sweet

shall ever stick,

honey chile, tar baby, chocolate kisses, all a mud pie

made me remember, at a whim, in my dementing whiling

away

nothing needed doing more than not dragging grease

from the shop, past Grandma’s back porch,

where the squeezed water tub always was soapy

enough to expose a little boy to sudden stripping

and brush scrubbing,

while she laughed,

and made them all laugh, as long as that junk yard

was apayin’ the electric/

— Coming in from a tinctured cuppaKuerig

Settled mind alligning old stitches in a tapestry,

not much sense can be made of Bayeux resolution

stitched in time to serve in tutorial classes

open to the masses, for your undivided attention

in silence, for the space of about a half an hour there.

Columbian, it says on the plastic waste,

mea culpa, mea maxima,

we suffer such silly easy living made much too easy,

I light the bowl with a focused rim jet quartering,

too easy to use the flower, to ask smoke a favor,

as to result

in a bounce back,

as the elanvital of my mountain pushes west winds

back into themselves

to form the ribs

of huge cloud forms that reform so

true to pattern proof, exhalent

of this wind

reflection off the ridges we live on,

vitalized by a DNA centric view

of stress or pressure, squeezing bests

from times as worst as worsts were then,

Vital tipping point that lets a spirit slip into the story.

Structure and content cata and ana, as we leave

that which our fruits produce, a cache of all we be

come and see, I said, okeh.

Proof by Synthesis/ Venter link, blink

-Craig Venter… GI imagine, we all can Google It,

in another window,

and find it not mystical in terms of who imagined this.

You realize whoever it was, it is yet done

dramatically as next years

stories, lightsped mind gluons

from last years tragedy we all can find,

sympathy puddles, lost allusions

to chances being once this line

was written

for no single pair of eyes, not mine, ours,

de-cartooned Madiera wine revival fly,

wise minding times retwining U to I,

leading down old fissures where

suddenlies occurred and we all recall, as if

some things in life after television are with us

-to this instant and

until we die, and leave our mystery religion lying ever after.

Twinkling a little,

winking

done did done, artificial art intuited involuntarily

Accidents, where by we live, U rhea re minding us,

there is something wishing to use us, as yousta be,

• so fine

thank you for your service, Turing and Von Neuman

The general and logical theory of automata…

“much less well understood” loop the tape,

loop it once,

and again, become the digital life Warnock made,

flat land as real as Wildersmith ever projected it

Up against the wall, we pass through it all

and so on and so forth,

fighting phrases to fit the codescript initial intention,

in the immature tabernacle state,

a thousand atoms should be plenty,

make life from that, and all the scattered dust

of heavy metal stars that burned too fast

to eat up all the lithium.

• this is the bottom

A funda-lowest level, fundamental, puts us sensing

tips of our own tail, verily modeling

 Ouroboros

in the womb as drawn to our imaginations with

Look Whose Talking Now! WOW

Haeckel and Jeckle, and L. Ron-ron didoo ronrun
Dianetics really gave Travolta therapist recollections

needed to over come the scorn

spewn on Urban Cowboy,

outside Texas and New York City.

We can tame the bucking machine, with no pistil.

No bull, boys and girls, we made sugar in Trinidad,

using the pistil of a bull to instill the will to learn

to live,

and let it be known, life abhors evil, it fails to hate,

that which has no use and piles as potential piles

of all we knew we needed to encode to become

XML, then the shifting database schema, Dinesh

D’Sousa, the metadata scraper with an MIT MBA.

Not the pundit.

He fed me this character trait, mind in order,

meets older orderly mind in mortal chaos, coping.

Feel his way past the message messenger collision,

caused in no insignificant way by poetry, and poets,

enthralled with taming textual dragons, lizard brain,

quick wits

to wot not with, per haps, haps as chance are us,

being lucky because we feel lucky,

monstors speak often one with another,

see the bull lizards crawl all over each other.

Smell that, mofa, smellmemo nofa fame fa fa fa me

lizard pheremone, so subtle after while.

Layin’ out on the terrace, up above some granite

splashes from the wave that left the coastal range,

rising up from here, see it there, on googled earth,

take away the clouds and spin that globe,

like you are one of those named winds,

names you heard they called the wind; Mariah, and

Santa’na; Chinook and Roclydon and twisters

too many to name. Bringing dust to the Amazon,

to feed the hungry jungle, woken at the touch of waste

being made to feed once needless services, after,

the great lizard brains lost their minds in one fell swoop,

so they say,

they who strike the suckers, just below the root,

fine staffs are made from suckers broken off before blossom.

Orchard watches, as a young man, planless, saved, for sure,

but no assignment save this so-called fight of faith, for sure,

some people can be fed the kind of meat that forms soldiers,

from any man worth his salt, which, if it were ever a sin to gather

salt, say from the sides of the roads, where there’s a plenty this spring,

why then I would think the concept of sin had passed its use by.

why,

I’d get the old pickup runnin’ and take a flat blade shovel,

or, what was I thinkin’

not a type scooper, but a flat, scale-scraper shovel, there you go,

use a phrase arranger allowing such metaphors that morph to any tool.

Fluidbots in The Abyss, look it sees you seeing it, so what, was that new

when Nietzsche notict, tskt,

I trow not. But if it was then, it is not now, and that leaves me room

to say Freud imagined he knew things and his followers do as well.

Sometimes a cigar is a prop.

A stiff staff to lean on in a manifested dream interpreting schema

for ancient meta data shuffling,

the whole of all we know so far right now,

this being in which words act as though we know, we

at machine level code, being the internet, being a node, a nerve,

in the ever of ever since every thing, the whole truth thought impossible

but, to not imagine, thinking it at once,

it must be possible to tell, or why, in hell, aha, instant answer,

this is not hell, because if it was, I could not tell you the truth,

as Paul bore witness All Cretans are liars, I tell you the truth.

I bet my life, against any one of many, each experience as fable forms from,

those hang as moss in swampy tidal deltas, where rivers do not branch,

but open wide, another spring time in the Rockies, reaches all the way

to Burro Creek, down through all the Diablo Canyons in bad lands,

at the edges of the last great tsumamis that our satellitia see through centuries

and eons to when there was no thing made by man that could show him,

the Nazca Lines and our Blythe Intaglios.

In the world of artists at work, function descriptive sign making symbol

we agree, we be

come and see, sit beside our tiny fire, see, we have no words to say,

so we some times whistle and sound so much like a bird, a jay,

some one out there laughs he is my brother so he whistles better,

then every body laughs and shout PA PA PA papapapapapapa yah, way

cool, pa looks at his old walkabout friend,

he nods,

we grin, and go, well, when why was just a guest at our station,

in the core script lost,

left in the back of a black volkswagon,

who gave this boy a ride, from Santa Barbara, that strip,

I never paid enough mind to what they call it,

but it was lined with hitchhikers, they gave them rides,

and he was one of those who took PCH up and down,

a few times, spring of 1970, eventually, I imagine,

I would have been invited

to learn

at Esalen, what I could imagine doing about it.

The big? mark of the beast, the very knowledge forvidding one.

Cognosis infections sets in, but you know Jesus never sneezed,

and hees heest atuitionally

assumet’ be wiping your excretions from your beard.

In the spirit, no offence, only words, no gestures, ups or downs,

rounds and rounds, teetering palms, tilting eyes, furled brow,

world class rime crimes tearing whole realities’ religited ties, bows gnosis

knot release,

tricky three pole knot…

Magic, once, a few who knew, easily seemed so, read Twain,

and imagine your own, in dementia, joining other intentionally scattered

brains

informing conformist patterns that make our laughing echo

as medicine from men listening to grand fathers and uncles whistling

and laughing and little sister joining in, so grandma’s sister does so, too,

woo hoo pretty soon its allusfools fullfilled dancing in the dark

where we can still feel the fire.

As a s aside, for science sake, I have reached a stage,

an effect in on or to or any of the hundred and fifty

or so pre

positions things can be, and become, formative,

logos, logical sense of saying something seems so,

if you have been at this stage, and wondered

what is it worth to say it is no secret and never was,

I use cannabis, and I read and write and function

as any writer in the days of Post and Colliers, n’such

had to believe was possible,

to create the creatures we see on television,

those were dime a dozen underground reds,

feeding fertlizer to minds subknowingly with science,

hidden persuaders, falsely called so, the were inyaface!

Fool, he follow the old weigh heavy mean good,

real good, get down, to the ground feel the weight o’

oh momma did you know,

oh momma when did you start to show,

could you have let me be nothing but a bad draw, you

nevahnevahnevah gonna know now, but momma,

mam, where all good mommas gone, go on, you done,

you brought a heel into the world,

yes, ma’am.

a real snake stomping, preacher, kinda man, selling

salve, to soothe the transition, come the kingdom

due any day. What price you pay, what task you prefer

performance mandatory, in any sucha story

as this very one intends to be,

at a rate, cuneiform forming lets, say that,

this way

in an other time, one symbol to the thumbprint,

one per inch,

10 wpm during upload to ever from now.

Used just yoosta be we were tools.

“a used key is ever bright.”

Saturday, September 17, 2016
3:08 PM

Does anybody talk like this?
Dude, real or not real, ya know, hunh?
Matters not a tall, if you can hear that tinkling in yo ear y’ear
Does
Anybody real talk like that?
Aural hallucinations, there is likely a more exacting term,
May be really
Only your mind listening in a language you remember tho’
Come to thingofit you can’t remember why

Radioman.
Yeah, more bandwit may be so now,
Not then.
There was war thin Radioman he did everything real,
and talked and musicked
Say that again musik like no body never herd
Instinct and five whatever you bet against says
Something I forgot
Static and screams static static
This ain’t hallucinatin’ I know hallucinatin’
This is real time Radioman in all the glory he hangs
Out
In
That piano is calling harmony to itself
(now that we know what book we ar in
What say we agree
No inter outer or other ruptions of any sort, kind, or reason
Especially reason but you stay on track as it were
Exactly everybody you were saying
Would should shall could can will what.
exactly back on track brings to mind the era of classical
Disharmony
Static male voice
A growl
Maybe I tuned into some body watching a Tarzan movie with Range Rider
Without his Dick West trick riding sidekick being Tarzan

Little space here folks there seems
to be a great deal
of absent mindedness being
Healed collectively giving far stronger signals that broach no ruptions
of any sort
So say amen and let the show go on
For however long it be
Herd that mother
Not Mary
Stop stop stop licensing this to be done

Space
Works almost the same everytime we see it
You understand it is you and me
Now
My point of view is the only point of view
That is the point of inter and other ruptions
To adjust behind the scene
So to speak
Steering or herding moving together
Integrated whatever few sidetrack switches
we throw the betta they nevah neva notice me being
Right in the middle o’them all standin tall
Buford Pusser

Some day that name becomes one
of the endlless idle word parade
Meaning nothing without the man
Circuit switching
Did ya evah have t’make up yo mind
Bit o’powder there par fuming pheromones’
Moaning deep throat calling you my son
Recalling proverbs and sing song mnemonics

Aire those furies…. No, sirens

All sense of the central thought is gone here

Something like this happens in every epic quest,
So this is happening to us
Like a google panorama, with time
Spinning so fast
Past is perfect
As promised.

And I do know this story ends, with all the people in it.

That comforts some souls stuck here
with no yeses anywhere
Easy to see. Knock on rock.

Turn away not every dis tracking idea, spirit thing, still small voice,
Burning in the bosom, must be ignored,
(not only nored but
Igly so, like ignominous, but worse
Anon emnity, I mean dis to the extreme,
Ignored)- abhored, was the term we sought,
as good men abhor evil, hate is not our thing, see. 2023

Your are saying, no, don’t ignore the sirens?

I am saying and seeing ok
nonsense
Backup
Some lines take days to write so slow

More comprehensive sticky but
Thought stuffing drivel as like as nothing at all
You know what I mean

You pay for that knowing with attention
None can ask for more
Or less punctuate variably
It is an integral part
Of this particular show.

You know escaping your past is temporary right
Fug it a bow tit grow up you know

Space and time were at once the purpose of saying
The word
Sorry sorry sorry I we know
That sounds better I agree single point
of view
in ever dimension is just,
Alright, with me
I can see the whole thing first from a slight angle
I can’t change any thing if it can change itself right
And you can’t change anything if you can’t change your mind.

Attention’s not so high a price.
Some words take days to think
and minutes
Even hours to write or say or pray
without
More than one thought nestled away.

Would to God is an odd phrase.
In this book curiosity maybe chased within,
Not reason, excuse. Wish to God. Pray er, it that?
So, sometimes, living kindly, excuses
Ignorance, once.
That’s not knowing. Next time it is paying
Attention elsewhere and missing would to God
in action.
Wish you had known.

ask if you know why

It’s a trip
All ways once was one way
Can not be any other way

Here hear me say I know this let me say
One way is the loneliest way at first cold three-dog ever knight
[non intrusive note knight was a high tech mistake as was knabe
Not know tho’ the k on night and nave were never needed
Knowing tho’ is ever so simplish to make plain flat out
The k there is king of wisdom still listening to you and me we
That k makes no and and now be
Wow we never noticed that before did you dear I did not I am afraid
Stop entertaining like a clown in the parade you have purpose
We all propose you cease believing every lie you believe now

Clear space see one
Perspective at a time
Punctual point making is all ways allowed
Just we
Never saw this way before I we
First believed
Such a spective was ever never speculated in our home
Being as hows we never even suspected whys ever ex isted
That is un be liveable chosen to be expected by some who knew
The alternatives are
Whys, always like x’s and y’s
Love the laughter uncanned downstairs those people
Laugh out loud and love it
Why
God knows
I tell you told you I do not

    That was months ago, before Sister Karen stopped laughing that way.
    She got all my wise ass baah lame jokes. I long to see her as she is.

The ruptions once caused by typeing keys 
on paper only eleven inches tall 
in it's most extreme dimension
Simpish remember the steps required 
to type what once was manually scribed 
into a type writer
Typing of all manners was popular 
until the late twentieth
How many trains 
of thought were derailed 
for ever by the limits of knowledge
Being only so it might seem
being the only one
You see
Many of those secret affectin' k's, know is included 
for the role its k plays in now and wisdom,
Came first 
with a slip 
of the key -- B natural.