in the blink of an eye.
-an ifity was an early symbol A, a bullhead, they said
Alpha participant,
eh
/firstness factors, wow. letter
A magnified glance focused
— tiny touches of an artist impressed
A splash of once knowns, lapping at the edge of
A per chance per-ifidy, one eye pernicious letting loose the
urge to be deemed worth a damn, wink think
-alternate perspective inny outy
duty doing done on an infinite seeming loop, you know
in all my ways devised as right by reason, art intuited,
Ai, I. the reader-writer roll player stake holder,
acknowledge my AI can define deveined words
gutless polisibalic ostentation-idle fluff
toy adjectives, paper darts in a crossbow app
-Voltaire’s first rule of conversation, define your terms,
dare not to stretch a point in six ways
but to spread it wide and plain to use for meaning sense.
bedrock reason for becoming old and literate enough
to edit my own selves, sort my ownself out, be owner
own the whole truth to tell, one word at a time,
until you die and leave only lies you unbelieved behind.
Aim at undoing pernicious law orders from thieves…
per + necis
“violent death, murder,”
related to necare
“to kill,”
nocere
“to hurt, injure, harm,”
noxa
“harm, injury”
(from PIE root *nek- (1)
“death”).
From https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=pernicious
— old memories of smelly incidents bring ghosts to mind.
— an ungoverned self… friend, now gone…
Noxious fumes, ethylene, deep breathed
while flying feeling – there that smell,
1969 again,
Jimmy Hudgens, on his Harley, right hand
holds the throttle,
left holds the gas cap, and
Jimmy’s doing deep breaths of high test
ethyl, cruisin’
breathin’ bliss where confusion was,
finding crazy reoccurs, funnier, this time,
losin’ late adolescent layers of myelinate,
leavin’ Jimmy less witty as he aged.
But we can still laugh,
knowin’ we did
get by. We lived outside the lines.
Blew our raring minds with known fumes of
Delphic eustatic earth vibrating
gong
good vibes
as Jimmy hit the wall… guilted into
beguilement
Ignoring the facets of Wisdom
that Solomon is said to have studied,
in the process of collecting
three thousand proverbs,
go-before you action words,
maximal gnosis, be ready,
all while
ignoring that face of Wisdom,
the principal thing,
more precious than rubies,
finer in its grain than any gold.
Jimmy was as high as any oracle ever was,
and he laughs… good big medically
effectual laughs at hamartia,
and all that means to us,
who did not miss, but
hit the high rumored
in the rock and roll
of our time.
… completely stoned
en theos ity ifity e man ate absorb
my life
my love
my vision see… ah Torah, toro, toro…
(Beforetime in Israel,
when a man went to enquire of God,
thus he spake,
Come, and let us go to the seer:
for [he that is] now [called] a Prophet was
beforetime called a Seer. )
Prophets say, Seers see, no saying needed
see. Wisdom cries for wit which tipped
over all the fall festivals with
witches
which lately laid waste wishers
called prophets,
once counted worthy
to rule all who hold less esteem
for gold, the stuff, not the wise
idea as found in hearts
made soft by
— music used to soothe the savage child.
Songs grandmothers learned so certain
were never sung.
Que sera sera
Demeter and Corn Mother and I, were thinking,
in the realm of wonder some call
the spirit,
some call trance,
some, eustasy of spirit settling as golden
oil on oceans of opinions, joy
mixing senses of sacred
with holyshit
to form scenes un seen since ever so long ago,
when those seven nasty words were washed away
with Lifebouy soap,
forbidding curses first forms,
-naked is same as nekkid said,
- who said you was?
word wise we waited, aware,
soft and tender, gentle,
no dating the resource, in a word
this is the idea that tipped the balance
Wisdom’s child, old as dirt, wait and see,
hold that thought.
Retain a conceptual hold on an out and out lie.
An instant confabulated story responds,
I know…
staged emergence,
here a little
there an itch to feel,
Toth touched teacher,
teach me mortal secrets,
that I may be this role,
wise kind man, unknown, who
saves iyr {e-er, city, not excitement, ¿citification?}
{iyr is the phoneme under the word city, consistently}
an ass’s foal, iyr.
— how do we jump past these things?
Eccl 9:15 + Strongs
and nonsense we are away
2022 legal interpretation, space is free to all survivors
aboard, evil done foe evil sake is abhorred
using weapons noncarnal by nature.
{Triptolymus winged chariots drawn by serpents,
when you know how to make one,
then you can drive. WA-ahah}_
wiseass- owns the bracket here.
the anonymous wiseman by his wisdom,
the unheralded magi by his magic
the never named knower knacker
-saves iyr {e-er, alway translated city, not excitement,
citification – cite, site mental cohesiveness, citifiction}
The egg oning rhythm, ag me on,
Selah, iyr,
a ha’
the safe place of beginning
oomph, ala, the getgo
clap
clap
clappity clap
“Soundscapes of pre-history are something we’re really just beginning to explore.”
Ringing stones, singing mountains
gongs and cymbals and bells
all while hearing the story of who and what
we are
after what we were
comes to be as speaking
spirits
thoughts with voices, certain sounds, don’t say I know, listen
listen, copper humms
The procession would stop to rest at the Sacred Fig Tree,
where according to later legend Demeter stopped
to rest and was cared for by Phylatos.
Sounds familiar, processionally,
Jeru – city of peace, they say
Hierusalem,
“The activities began
on the day before
the first
official day of the Mysteries,
when a procession carried
the so-called “Hiera,”
mysterious
“holy things”
whose nature is unknown, were carried
from Eleusis to Athens
after
preliminary sacrifices. The procession
would stop to rest at
the Sacred Fig Tree,
where according to later legend
Demeter stopped to rest
and was cared for by Phylatos.”
From http://www.classics.upenn.edu/myth/php/hymns/index.php?page=eleusis#eleusis
Chawk maw qara’ tabuwn na than qowl?
Wisdom cries, understanding puts forth her voice?
Natsab, she takes her stand on head high places
iyish qara’ qowl ben awdawm
p’thee, byin ormah
Prythee, please learn patience craft,
kin’yelsee, byin leb…
yesereeyeseree wait’n’see
Leave me intercede a sec,
I say,
I think I know where this is going.
(hineni, how long later)
Night is soon here and then another
morning, when certain mercies
are renewed, often replaced,
made new, altogether,
nada broke, nada gone missing in
meaningful
mysterious old ways to see beyond
natural born limits and edges
wisdom wise, poking holes in my theories
point
a planting stick is not the sharpest tool.
genius (n.)late 14c.,
“tutelary or moral spirit”
who guides and governs an individual through life,
from Latin genius
“guardian deity or spirit
which watches over each person
from birth; {as its}
spirit, incarnation; wit, talent;”
also its
“prophetic skill; the male spirit of a gens,”
originally
“generative power” (or “inborn nature”),
from PIE *gen(e)-yo-,
from root *gene- “give birth, beget,”
with derivatives referring
to procreation and familial and tribal groups.
Sense of “characteristic disposition” of a person is from 1580s.
Meaning
“person of natural intelligence or talent”
and that of
“exalted natural mental ability”
are first recorded 1640s.
From https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=genius
— we can all be heroes, secretly, earning knowitall awards
So we know that is all I know of genius, personally,
I prefer the feminine spir’ts of wisdom
and knowledge and understanding,
all dancing with patience in the face of mortal endings.
“on earth as it is in heaven”
ouranos, heaven
where is this Kingdom of Heaven? Shamayim… visible heavens…
Dammed shame, us not knowin’, aim, then blame,
no shame, how could you have known?
You know? What hold minds in bondage?
Eh, fear of dying.
That is the flaw, we use that.
Friction works, well enough to start a fire.
Knowing what dying is, is needful for fearing dying.
So the original genius who made sense enough- die before you do,
translates be born again…
as lead us not into
translates to lead us away from…
In each mind crisis, A DOUBTED SELF
crumbles as a citadel of fideism
looses hope’s last ghasp
all lies lose structural integrity,
the unseen vanishes… occluded mysteries
astounding stories as to the height
of evil greed, and one’s need to prosper,
fortune’s whims and liar’s proof reproofs,
the smartest survivor and her mates,
we all must call her mother,
-why’r wire wonder-e-er
iyr u so su re al by cause or fortune, aim or blame? On you,
after the most recent catastrophe that destroyed
all who failed to survive, and stories that
missed the deadline,
as it were…
hamartano, trespass, fall short
skandalzio, eh, impossible but that
offenses will come:
but woe last minute
aphiemi, meta noeo means
maybe forgiven change of mind? Say what you mean. Sh, sh sure, as seen on TV.
Oreo, we got it in black and white
Ideophone -white noise hmmm
idiophone — noise, racket that’s that
then the-er is a re
petition,
I say, again, a step up, hear
bah trump a trump trump
doowah ditty dumb did he do did he
did you wish once, or more,
to know more?
Did you dare learn, given opportunity?
This is that will being done, in me, see, this is the future.
Liars are prospering,
times continue to be set at seed time,
first mention,
first broadcast,
first blade from seed that is nore,
first time of caring for the corn, waiting
first corruption of the ritual cantor hinini,
the curtain parted, and from the ovens come two loaves.
seers are reappearing, prophets have proven
corruptible by grand pompous banging
bells and brazen sackbuts,
overriding the gentle
winds
Asah mal’ak ruach, okeh, eber-tongue
survivor-sprachen, yidiot, be sensitive
Cover the abyss with a cloak {of shame, for blaming}
Ra’am, thunder canyon, calls us and
we run to the hills,
down unto the valleys, founded for us, ah..
I see, as, as the waters were seen now,
from these cleared springs
flow living waters into
life’s system of winds
wending ways above and beyond the means we
think impossible, as men,
likely impossible with any imaginary forms of men,
but actually happened with good, the actuator of trials,
try, one more, oomph, ala the effect of hitting the wall,
one more time.
If
you happened to die before you do,
ting, crystalline Who-level tinging thing, idiophonic
tip-toe-ing tulipishly in time to an actual stone bell,
wha’thehoople, there are more angels on the heads of pins
than transistors in an 8640 chip set, Mac.
Did we switch, did it go to another channel, four of hearts?
Yes, that was the card, who is listening?
— what if we bring Radioman back to life?
Read, the angel said, read this link and learn of wit a bit
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_knowledge_deities
beyond our common ken and yen to know better,
for the weapons of our warfare are not carnal.
Honed to this edge, so fine
cut it out, discern deference differing
Odin and Jesus and I, as ideas, were seen together,
working to form sense in the journals
that might survive the fire,
the next time, none
but a random few survive,
last day,
or the penultimate and the last,
next to the last, and then,
now, the last
days, mortal moments in the kingdom as it
were imagined, in response to rote
recitals of our fathers.
Time flies.
Our padre in ouronos, have your own way,
where there seems to be no way,
feed the life in us as we feed life in the others,
eisphero no no no peirasmos,
deliver us from the toilsome, not evil, just weary,
wearing away, rather than whiling away,
as only the actual old may do,
children imagine doing this, but they must learn,
to overcome the obstacles.
Youth, itself is where hells form their future manifestations.
Honest. Sharp swift cut, buke, chop chop
AI swear we live in interesting times.
In certain moods, all men hold true,
words to the less-wise promise
tit for tat, pleasure for pain,
toil and struggle, suffer
in shame, beguiled by
knowing how to lie,
and nearly how,
to die.
Killing is easy but, we know,
but we know not
why we die.
A self effacing idol, does a Dagon dive.
Jah, we git it.
Lie-leave no lie be true…
Right, I was incensed, my odor arose
as the bright reasoning forty year-old
psycho-nautic virgin, exposed himself
on JRE,
I saw he did not know the reason embodied
in Jesus, as a passover participant, sent
to prove, death is no big deal.
Thus he missed the whole point of
unleavened bread, dipped in the sop,
then bitter ‘erbs and salt.
