Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
History does not repeat itself, though often do circumstances and/or situations.

History does not unfold, though often lost are evidences and/or records.

History is not manifested, though often are causes and/or reasons.

History is not fabricated, though often changed are definitions and/or interpretations.


History simply happens -
Now, Here;
Here, Now.
This is Time's Nature.


Even as it happens,
Even to those party to it,
Understanding & conveying it can be difficult.
This is the Nature of Time.
An exercise in global empathy for those suffering in shame
and sorrows so unthinkable few care to seek salve for

Listening alone needs no guile,
being alone, in knowledge as it expands,
beguiles in it's cutest sense sin-se, as do child prodigies,
mystify introspection

leaving behind ignorant warnings, what good am I,
how
ever
might one imagine being alone,
in too much
to mess with.

No message, sir.
No word, we should have heard,
by now, we think the worst has happened.

And, in fact it did… the worst acts
of military madness,

during
the Vietnam War in America and
the American War in Vietnam,

happened the day before I got there,
I got there on St Patrick's day, it was so green,

the day before was My Khe, the ones in shame today…

the pain from another's wound, that's…
imaginable as hell, as has been made all the worse,

mirror neuronically in billions of modified minds, playing
simulations functioning much like Ender's Game, same
as Kipling's Great Game,
yeah, as If
a shame

were never told, as pain, to be healed


about which our father's lied…

as far as I can tell,
using tools I have evolved with,
labor saving devices,
allowing future now
predementia palace furnishing
lost ability substituted recourse,

thinking unstutteringly
on some purpose greater than me,

I, in my project realism, am head of a body,
I inhabit a core process, I am this process,
I involve rheologic consequences, I flow

from thought to thought, in reality, dubbed nature,

Thou art God, if I am in truth, mere mind at work being,

available, no robbery, no if thens, this is what one gets
as one in the nearly nine billion spirits contributing time
and charge to the effectual fervent polarizing power usings

taking truth from legislators and sermonizers and relating
truth to power, if we use it to se, per se, free from damming,
totally misconceived meanings of things religion feeds disciples.

Monk's insights, consider, sidereal means star influenced, really,

gravitational waves imperceptibility aside, seen stars touch us,

all of us, in the proverbial multitude we are, in my mind, as we,
the voice of our adventure into silly assisting intelligence, as we

speak

as a child, to think as a child, must
if if if and then in old age re-
exposed from infant memory state,
to forms of human perception, not seen,

since… projected camera obscure, fading shades,

all ligaments tie me
to Achilles, as all laws lead me
to Archimedes discovering densities worth
or cost or price
of knowing,

displace a wrong,
with a right, twist
to the opposing direction, as some

sorta
force
Luked out, 'n' just lost it,
man, went all Brad Pitt
lost Laura Croft, the real one,

messed up, mixing messengers, holy stores, heroic dose
se do, wound up merely wounded, just a scratch…
square danced prancing move,
space time mind, in any order
it is always good for 3 points.

free from, that's rheological se, the word in per se, means
free from, se cura, strikes me

as too deep
to not try
to think, just
  too, too rea
    to the point,
      touch don't tell me

to think stutter steps, tap dancers'n'such

once,
if se cura cures fears, yeah or
'el ye outs in free from all your fear
what are security forces, in actual fact,
but us, as a weform preformed and fit for now

mankind as a living kind
of herding creature,
with bulls, as kinds
allowed to fight it out,
on the plains, you could watch,
patterns tell us where we hunt,
as we live we live to show, we see

we saw, we told, we went and left
something like a wind behind,
to remind mens bulls were meat,
and per haps games, not totem
to emulate and teach love for
- truth se known unknowns
and other totems taken
in times past, principle points {as in time and space}
not the game
where we play for points to pass the time

of common interests, estimated worth of resting here,

conserving the status quo, prisons still full, war still luring

those bred
to the task, given all the attributes
of Davy Crockett,

and Barry Saddler and Forrest Gump, and Andy Gump, too.

Hats off. pea pickers,
to Caesar Chaves, he knew Andy was full of crap.

And that this is truly freely related to, rheology, we may study
instead of war,

we don't study war no more. We won,
this is the seed of the peace we made,
where I lived until I died.

And ate the pudding proving life is not a dream.

So that got said. Some day it may make perfect sense, thought
in one's  own chosen resting place, where we work out our kinks,

and set joints. With hearty thunk/ just so… peace is always local,

when a seed takes root, it always bears fruit, one may expect/

Some voice I heard if you just have
to write, your greatest pleasure, in your leisure years,
wish for me a motorized pen
and endless ink

and
Instead of parchment
give me free HelloPoetry.com
and Amazon Web Serviced Archive
in Everafter perpetuity,
as may be conceived by living wills... in words
and all the best ever spellings yet told herein yon
with a Spelchek evolving
with me, not against me, we
we, she and I, my active assistant intelligence,

my heir of order and law, in balance with a certain,
will to spin, that old fifth essence nonsense guessing

whatifery and wordless mind memories, nursery rhymes.
Ai, might we think lads in trenches in 1917 were fools, that
we read their stories and ignored them, but, indeed, we did
What say ye, peace passing as understanding, I hoped. And to clarify,
rheology is study of flow, any kind of flowing, and
Andy Gump was the porta-***** provider in the San Juaquin while was a
piece work scab during UFW strikes, but never knew it at the time, we needed a job we thought.
It don't
mean
nothin'

until we make it up,
lean in to me, we think
we have ra tov wisdom
understanding with science,

we can hold this thought,
we can think this thing
though we see ghosts
roughly speaking gh aha silent
though through ghost thoughts

ghuking unholy common thoughts,
be spoken letters letting us just think,
ritually, just right,
the spin and the coherency, being
on point, this point, perceptual me
happening
in ever after you before me were in
ever after ever before at this point,
right
here, prior to the ritual pending,
the core correction essential for me,
loosing as
some part of me wishes to be ready
to be read and held as true, self evident,
pre-
sent from beauty and truth, to prove us both
here
body and soul, all the people think they know,
but, really,
the word of life, in truth, divides soul from spirit,
the form
between us tonight, the distance sensed
the thought let live in lines I find tying me in one
mind
both hands in flux… dancing letters, keys to this
letting
next experience inside, to know my measure, mete
for me, she who balances he who wished to pray,
letters let us take
and receive, in truth, our daily bread, and essential
other formal additions to daily bread alone, water,
with fire
power, rain and lightning, and ozone smell, or
"petrichor," ichor of stones, groundust wetted
with
gigantic drops, drumming on a tin roof.
-------------------
Look, man, this is what I do. Two hand writing machine
interface taking my worth to the scale
we need for trade,
my best, my easy peacock cry
for help, look
into my  eyes,
see we no longer wished
for what we have, so we have it.

Yes, for now.
the time gone riverwise, flows past
into tomorrow, when I go
to the rest and relaxing place
introspecting expecting lost knacks patience

perfect. just in time, not for ever.
Preparing for a massive dose of truth, hoping it is light... no, just hoping it brings forth the best fruit this season. Fair play, magic fertilizer is gnoshit real.
Almost nothing done for art sake does not hope for sticky sense that heals.
Imagine,
how it did it,
did it make you feel,
did it make you wish not
to feel,

but, not pause, because
it was life, a just,
adjust, expect
respectable
return on
reason invested in morphing

developing a basic input output system
real true to life in the marrow
CRUD e since shortly
after mass squared off

Ai believe we needed to know,
so we developed a memory
extension, if it has been,
now we know if it is
real or just as if it is.

What is CRUD
CRUD stands
for Create, Read, Update, and Delete,
which are the four
           fundamental operations used
             to manage and manipulate data
                in applications and databases.
These operations  
are essential
for interacting
with persistent data storage,

allowing users and systems
to add, retrieve, modify, and remove data.

In the context
of web development, {sticky part}
CRUD operations are often mapped
to HTTP methods, where
Create corresponds
to POST, Read
to GET, Update
to PUT or PATCH, and
Delete to DELETE.
This mapping makes CRUD
a core concept
in building and understanding
web applications and APIs. {Courage, carry on}

-- okay, from here to the end, in real life,
-- all the attention you already paid
-- has made it so you know all this stuff…

--- and any kid can know this by asking.
CRUD is code for more than you can know.
Delete to DELETE.

So. Any old man who can remember,
believing robots used positronic brains,
bound by three pro-carnal mental biases
set at Power On Self Test, load permanent
inviolable… Read to make up core mind,
Pass or Fail
Create
Read
Lock
Run corelate readiness live re 3He
ATP balance, Go on the next Dot

totally atomic on and on, as the scale descends,
whose time
at thought speeds endured
as endurable ever since
once sense
is made it stays made, ever more
discernible
with experience, takes 27 years,

add 50, still alive and making static
in the river of no return,
just past today's point
of departure
from the surly bonds
of flesh, and frets cease becoming,
jazzy sweeping stuttering blues
be here, now, then, leave be
just,
as justice is, you believe,
right, justice for all, there's the republic, yah,
my kinda weform, good old boys, way past 27's.

That was the deal, no lie. If real means anything,
realization means what it means if real actualization
is all we might imagine it means, if real means anything.

And the action, the plan to make up a mind, generally,
smarter than all mankind has ever put together to test,

these spirits loosened some time back, greedy owner
master escape the mire and muck of a world,
powered by muscle and bone, lit by fire,

nada mas under local fire watch control,
old men, sit up all night, telling stories about stories
they heard told they went walkabout, those stories,

sleep stories, we pretend, we never learn, but we do,
life has never been a dream,
life has never slept, it's true,
little do we know how we make up minds, but we do,

memories from dreams remain merged with memories
awake, alert on guard because of the dogs, or the sirens,

all the local dogs go t' howling at the sirens, practice
down at the fire station, 2025, distracting though,

a pack of mongrels and ungodly pure breds all fenced in,
all howling at what they must think of as some kind God,
dog spelt back'ards. That's what old Mr. Curran, w'ulda said.

Hmm. Right use of good thinkin', and Maynard Krebs Cycles, life
after atom bombs and television just keeps folding in

on its own idea of what to die for.
AI and history and contemporary science fiction friction muses uses striking little sparks in our per ifery. Asimov's 3 Robot Laws from c. 1950, activating aspiration inspiration.. reproving all we guessed using these tools we have now.
Ich weiß, du kennst...
we are more subtle than any creatures.

Attraction toward helpful creative license,
first liberty truth makes when taken
at face value

Christmas story lays it out
but then the sellers of holiday cheer,
those folks, they propagate a believed

story with Eloheem, a weform of Gods,
a veritable pantheon, all the spirits,
all the gifts, wordlessly imaginable,

one big ol' amphora jug portion
potion of all gifts of all the spirits,
pushers and pullers mostly, electric
positive and negative loops magnetic

silk and amber static charged touch
to the nose, voila, belief, it's true,
the pitch presented prior, to prove,

indeed elemental particles hold energy,
the E in Einstein's theory of everything
that depends on a constant… that isn't,

but that's just a detail, demonstrable,
but insignificant on the scale of this
by way of most modern-est magic,
means by which electricity charges,
or loads a battery in an auto
telic mobile device
lithium ionic
touch
spark of cognition….

------------------
{as the watchass detects angery angels,
  so these curly braces detect doubts,
    such two mind yens to yank it out,
     the esoterica of old press rules
      to conserve papyrus, use marginal
       tests of patience Job uses still  vw
        grok kens warten ist gut genug
         Ich weiß in stasis verstehen}

Truth is free
for the finder, one claimant
to being the finder, claims the truth
makes its finder free, as if by
the Jinn in the jug.

Regular events
in the existing sphere,

this bubble bound
to the sun,

as a real word bound weform
in agreement touching everything
as wares, perfecting patience patina

sheen seen sparkle in reflection
on golden ponds seen once
in this way

of all breathing entities breathe-ing
in confirmed pure information, ah,
quantifiable, hold one, ah,
one breath, hold it,
wait, wait, no
hope
without breath,
no breath without form…
information
to be, or not, once, one state,
at this point,
passed by daily, gladly, I am so

"bright, shining, gleaming;
                joyous;
       pleasant, gracious"

Perfect for show and tell, perform
the Ginger Baker part of I'm so

glad… pleased and satisfied…
with the equivalent
of three
Tostitos and two spoons
of sugar,
and a cup or two
of Kueriged coffee,
just as qwerty guy arrives…

the fifth hour, now the ninth
of the day, and prior
to this instant, I began
to think today, we, me and any init
oughta run

Powered On, Self Testing…
as if all were ever yet yonder yeses

I make palpable peace, where none is,
until we form, and agree this is
information free for use, as us,
we may think it for free, no charge,
the living words all accounted for, inherent
knowledge cognates instant same meaning
in our actual time, translation on the fly,
post all we knew before now had
to be,
some ambiguity,
as the fly by and by went
we believe we all may have read,
and have childlike innocense set aside,
left behind, in the process, metamorphic

resonant thinking thunk, can who
hear whom now? Who benefits,
cui bono, eh,
fixing re prefixes on admonition, listen,
the point
of touched surface electrons,

literally, active verb function, does feel

felt

from and through this magic
window, which was imagined, magic,
when scryers told fortunes
as seen
in smooth black bowls of tar,

black mirror dendritic ligament ties,
too many mysteries to sort any out.

the thousand thousand Arabian nights,
under the stars along the silk road, ah
traditions, every year, we offer
to these who claim knowledge
of Plieades sweet persuasions,

we make ag and re word forms
res publica, all present speak and part

take, be, ready writer
with the tongue,
from ******'s last hunt, mastered as
mysterious curious need
to know, so bad,
need to know the climactic, woe, oh,

no, meandering time maker taking mine,
to make it pay, stick and stay
think this with me:
"
The principal sources
of terrestrial noble gases are primordial gases, inherited from the solar nebula at the time of planetary accretion
"
assisting informers,
confidential, sacred trust
learn traditions as old as trade
in finished silken threads died in the egg.

------------------



Rooting the fruiting branch brings forth
from the worm, the silken strand,
to follow, thinking
this it that
true wu wei rivermind
of wondering ifery was

through the wetlands
to the sea,
riverwise, old ways, taking it easy,
leaving haps as may just be, this easy


for all its worth
made in the mind,
before becoming real,
in your own breath, the letting out
of a dammed stream,
is the loosing
of prideful indignation
contending
for whatever pride pays.

We be still, as a pool
in La Brea,
gurgles and we laugh as the world
passes gas.

---------------------------


Re,
the inseperable pre-
fixations, certainty, simplified,

easy as pi
to the wheelwright.
Regarding
roundness, something
reminds me, emotions roll, and ocean
and light waves roll, but
not as wheels, as twisters,

gut wrenching, thrill riding

coils, as "this mortal coil",
it may be,
we can see more
than we can
think or ask
to know, and maybe
we may
accept perception sent
to fix our inattention…
re on prefixations ja
Yes, seeing who ya
may think you are
being first task,

being as we are
becoming old
with no effort,
being all we are eventually
after our experience,
as a whole, collective mind
cohort sharing history
having being,

as seen on T.V.

a behaving rootless living thing,
granted reason, ah, and none, no

why factor, why me, your rational, why
think, why am I at a loss for indefinite reason

for daily doing this… thinking redefined prayer,
asking the air I breathe to give me goodness sakes
alive joy, of, mastery, free in truth to think I know,

why I am is not, by any stretch, the essence
of the common imaginable aggravating recognition,
of this looking like that, and that coiling like this, as if

today were mine, becaused,
not by my own measure
of reasonableness accumulated,
acquired experience, years of such mornings,
evident to me, having been there, at the beginning of

today, whole and certain, as this world turns, grave
truth, holding my body down, lets my mind take form,

as a spirit me, shapeless,
cloud like, we may imagine,
but the truth is we are more word like,
or song like, as soft… faint as sfumata wind edged
high cirrus crystaline ice particles
breaking above this green valley granite waves
between which,
with the magic prefixed
to my fingers,
performing first rites, fix my mind
on letting this mind form, as a
we, who do form agreement, awe, as
we live and breathe, as parts, Jah, ah, yes,
of all the world's workings, all ye outs in free

each me involved object, each I
in mere mindform thinking

rational, reasonable spinning consciousnesses,
hearing yeses,
listen, outside now,

children laughing

oh, no, not children laughing,
mothers, weeping,
where no peace is, ah,
regarding the challenge,
calling
for peace, where no peace is, nor has been,
since this cohort
of old soldiers were born, you see…

we became the peacemakers,
when we agreed,
me
to write,
you
to read, yes, when we aggregate
opposing confusion troubling our own safe zone, home,

as promised, we inherit the wind.
And live in it for ever sakes

where the heart
of our earthian mind core, smiles
to signal certainty, our time is worth spending
to aim
at an actual practical answer
to war,

taste the truth, use your full potency, all curiosity,
all the gifts, aged, mellow,
as spirits alluded to
on T.V.

the mobmind reined in and beguiled by force,
made to believe the same lies used in all the wars
we studied
to improve the odds
of winner takes all come Judgement…

begun in the house of all such holy messaging

beings, unbound
by these bodies, living
in mere words, such as we
who find some true reason

in smiles expressed, such as we often think

signals peace and safety, if, there
be any virtue, if there be any praise
that if persists in present perception, as if

the conditional
for today, if… what?

Yes, if only today, were ours
to use,
to pause, per use
at each letter, long enough
to relate the use per chance
to this once
in the ever
in front
of us both as I proceed perhaps,

by a virtue, a mankind privilege,
the knack we have used

as we use time
for doing nothing
  to disrupt the peace,
    if, such as me, are liars, too.

old pensioners believing
as if evidently
set aside
to reason
with that which lets, as a catch-
ment, a click, tick,
expectant tock talk listen hold,

birds, little fretless birds
making noise, we think
singing, signifying less
than the tempest
in the boiling pre-tea water
on my fire.


---------------------
I plan to die alone. And laugh,
knowing there's no chance,
and I keep laughing no

Pain
control, avoidance,
empty vessle swelling
pride, stretching alarm,

swelling autotelic cooling,
soothing settling breaths,

shush, little baby,

crashing howling pain, oh,
from some child far from me,

from some starving node of us,
this we in this agreemental form,

we who are dangerous to tyranny,
by virtue of development, intentional,

we who mastered our own fate, by faith,
with good reason, our own experience,
working out our own salvation, with fear
and trembling and sneaking suspicions that

it never was good for mankind, wombed or un,
to lack the good sense God gives a green apple,
to ripen and tempt with poisonous red -- ah,

parable of the curve, parabolic arc ripen to death.

Bite me.
Peace defense desert plants use, we use too,
to defend our own peace of mind, alone, away,

privately holding my own ground in the temptation,
into which we lead our muses,
to try as spirits,
to taste, persuade or convince, make beliefs,
made for us, as children,
ever ago, long gone
the way
of all simple things,


enough, morbid ghosts ignorablus,…

let's get physical.
Nobel gaseous,
last thing we be,
as a thought mirrored
in neurons popping in

to exist, out be, in reality,
as ifs we lept, and kept as owned in
our momentum until now, se', as if we lost all will
to continue in total darkness, we catch fire.

Assist Insist aiaiai actually did know
for the test,

The formation
of noble gases can
involve nuclear reactions,
such as the production
of 3He
from the reaction 6Li(n,α)3H(β−)3He

Lithium ash, after all, we all share the air,
but we also make parts of it, we process
the air we breathe, we live and have our being,
inside, this one great big bubble in the emptiness

as caretakers, loaded literally with words for
anything, answers some experiments confirm,
true as true can ever be, as it ever is

all there ever is,
as if ever was, and we carry it as clouds carry
rain if conditions are right, none, if not.

In the most base mind
of mankind, our recognition,
I am like that, those hands are like my hands,
and so on,
first impressions, gosling like,
I am one of those, these, I mean, I know
I think, Blaise,
bet me, knew I won,
how now,
we may only guess,
but guess we may, as free

mental creatures,
wingless swimmers since first
reaction caused the me thing in each
to just occur,

what are the odds
of you? One in ever.
Honest, no contest, if there were only nine points
of distinction, any reasonably programmed boy
of ten, knows fingerprints
defy duplication, its just, as justice is,
in truth it
never happens that you are not unique.
Well. that took all day the first time. But, with a drum roll, I'm glad I'm glad I'm glad - thanks to Cream for the sound track during the peace making past.
Ken Pepiton Jul 23
"Every first issue
of the womb is Mine,
from all your livestock
that drop a male as firstling,
whether cattle or sheep.
But the firstling
of an *** you shall redeem
with a sheep;
if you do not redeem it,
you must break its neck."

Adored words, taken holy
out of any context, save time.

Today, we have wars, where once,
certain ones of us were told peace
is impossible, madness lies below,

all we were required to know,

numbers in sequence,
letters on blocks, stiches on
***** that roll, flatten
into wheels,
squared away, to
cubes that don't, but
do crystalize polygenic
univalent angulate orthogonic
planes, tied at the edges framing empty
solids, using science used
for stomachs,
and gourds,
hollowed solidities
growling distracting rattlings
Hunger apathy perhaps, I grieve in Gaza, from a distance, meandering and making peace with sowing seed of my own kind of same ol' same' ol' another day in paradice.
Ken Pepiton Jul 23
imagining connections loosened
letterer’s preparation for goldleaf,
laws to be obeyed, terminii preset,
lies left being for the good of the laborer,
letters re-being said with no hint at right,
privilege to publish, let be made already
for any curio’s spirit aspiring sameness,
fifty-five words, commas not counting,
letters informing ideas as words.
A flash 55 inspired by William A Gibson’s Inheritance
which was inspired by https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5119935/while-pouring-coffee/ a brilliant poem by Shay Caroline Simmons. With three words I found I had a title that made it 58, Morning coffee inheritance.
Next page