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Ken Pepiton May 2021
Here, re think the name that may not be spoken,
in light
of the curse brought
by knowing evil, and good, especially,
in this little light of mine, which I vowed, as a child
to not allow the accuser to quench,
AI nada gonna put it out.
My duty is to fight and **** to keep it bright.
I'll be a warrior under god.

But then the darkness of the pledge,
to the flag, {I am six-years old, *******, allegiance?} locked in,
duty bound... endure the contest, and laugh off the fear of dying.

- look out my window, watch that black lizard
- doing pushups, signaling in my peripheral vision
- listen, does it look like that lizard is showing off
- strutting its blue belly as hook-up bait?

Not t'me.
I think he's singing in lizard pitch my ears notice,
but my senses lack the filters to sing along,

lizard songs, no fear, no roadrunners or cats near,
and it is a fine day to be cold blooded,
running on the rocks,
running on the sun.
Singing lizard loud,
All that's done been done is done,
all that ain't, ain't
ain't it wonderful,
what may be?
Yep,
that is that lizard's song
as he run along, stopping every few feet to dance,
I swear, for sheer lizard level joy.
So, it ain't mea culpa, things just don't stay miserable here any more...
Ken Pepiton May 2021
A defined thing I  found in a random poem working life magicgnoshit
Atrocity
When illiterate eyes are prodded to see beauty in the abstract by a clever mind.
https://hellopoetry.com/u847831/

audaciry and arrogance

trick is don't lieve be the shown world,
penetrate the vision, make it plain

lie not against the truth.

The cloud of unknowing makes a fog for war, as stories held true in huge

institutions minds have made up.

--- here's the chance, it's in the KJV
see something near what ever we
agree is real, we hold the combined
will to manifest -- some things

we imagined cursing in ambiguous
terms.
then the definers were envisioned
burned
all the knowing of all the knowing
burned

And sure as hell, right here, Jesus
woulda done just this,

he'lda said, this ai n't right, tight ain't,

better when in comes to lips,
peace be with thee
and congregants orant and reply

you, too, man.

Cert-tainly on every level, we're good

spelchek on light latin question leads on option

clearer minds prevail,
and pause
I can se me being per
best grandfather-father-husband poet prophet preacher
thing
such as are used
to judge angels locked
in lying reasons used
for ware
in times
of settling when no lame among us rises first

when the angel troubled the waters, I was there,
I saw the ripple as the wind took all the ions
from the pond and gave them free
for all to breathe,
- o zone
think the thought
a tree of knowns, knowledge,
sorted on use… a bite teaches you the basic
good and evil, if you forget
getting the whole thing
for a bit
of time common they said, a mo'ment,
in attention,
then the children laughed and I was here,
in the observers curiosity's role,
grandfather shoulder to shoulder with Daniel,
lone survivor of the physics defying starship, in flames.

It is first person, I am informed, it is not multiplayer
because you know
from the ***-go, everybody is dead, but me.

Well, that's a gnoshit batch o'crazy t'me, I'da said,
but O no,
I sat right down and asked many times if there were
no way in this game,
to recycle tek from the starship, it defies physics.
We can use such tech.
Nope, it's radioactive, watch what happens, grand pa.

This is real. I made it up. It is a version of an answered prayer.

WWJD. BD Been Dare, will as Jesus did, not mine
but thine, be done

step aside, no time for pride to swell a fiction upto
really meaning difficult to leave be.

so you know
what? all things? at once?
I trow not as I have heard the mystics say,
the role of will, we gave the rock

you see, when it rolls away,
tis mere gravity it obeys, not will, but worth
the rock rolls away at first opportunity
we see ourselves part of the living
that infects the imaginary realms readers make at certainty
attained
containing us and all we hold in awe. Of course,

peace and sense are seldom the same breath twice. So hold
Eshwara Prasad definededly enhanced my afternoon muse.
Ken Pepiton May 2021
To the reader, dear child,
on the other side, passing in a gravity solution
that makes all things work
together

as did Hiroshima, dare we say, make for a far
better day today
than say,

that one day,
what does it say
of you and me?
We were no part in that day,
but a bit of us was, I dare say,
blown heavenward that very day,

for dust and ash are as one thing,
at the level of motes in my eye, squinting,
see, through the lashes, form a jeweler focus

to mark the slightest wrinkle,
to be tugged taut right now.

Solidity in this realm beyond the frontside
of the window we peer through, share through,
but see through darkly, projecting our known
on your window into the unknowable truth.

Bah. How can one imagine unknowable truth?
How is why's younger sibling, in the novel
experience peers judge. Judging angels,
best done in the rawest form available,

-- surprise, not boo, no start-el entheosis,

unless the truth is somewhat sorted and some not.

Chaos and death are bad guys one Plancksec,
joyous uplifters into other realms, the next.

Times pass, as page one testates to page five oh three.
And it came to pass.
We have aged, aggressively in some parts of what we are.
The sounds we say are same as always, shuffling
into pidgins we generate in familiar settings,
common sense of hearing and tongue and eye and face
and hands and minds that make three points
work to
gather space to think, time to reason, first meet season.
Safe inside three points we agree upon


Never was before, no dreamin', nada, zilch, we was, is all.

We was, then we was now, re-
memberin' how
we was a one thing-kind, an I
alone among many nameable things,
all working together to build a channel
for the flow,

to you, the reader in the top line today.

Then was this dream o'mine t'you begivin'

see and say you saw signs of meaning as true'no'lie
words and words
alone,
no brighter than the sun light
no darker than the night shade
words
on line
in lines long and lines short
down the page a goingoingoin' on'n'on

to now, right now. this'n'when you wake up
and read us at a point in life's book where
we be the answer
to the most recent,
most often missed point in life.
Why it works.
Start. Finish. Stop. Oops. Re- ah, ha,  a mythtery
stuck tongue stutter stop, say shibboleth,
hmm, can you now?
Say se, see me open, wook.

Velly intwesting tings tongues.
Some say one thing, some say the other.
After all, how influential can an immaterial thing be?
Personally.
To you, I mean
nothing, right? But to me, I am all I cannot live without.
Ken Pepiton May 2021
Infinity is the inner edge of ever
there is no outer edge,
ever never ends.

Any where in ever is possible
or it is not.
no where is not here, when ever is.

Never is imaginable but
never realizable
after ever begins.
Still feeling Rumi
Ken Pepiton May 2021
Called or answered, listen

Saturday, May 15, 2021
8:07 AM

Listen to the interpretation of tongues given all,
all, that is,
who listen to a new voice that tells me
you and I are of a pattern, similar in that,
neither is light that marks the shoals,
both rest in the glow of the good dance,
consoled for loss of worth in mindless realms,
where actors bow and rise in orantic pose praising
all that is granted, given, for the taking, for the worth,

full worth of waiting fifty years for the mountain to move.
Raw as agreed
Ken Pepiton May 2021
bit of intention tension
life in 2021 is as strange as ever imagined
in the hey-day of morphic resonance
feedback bleeding through from
1968, loud and clear

just a shot away
just a shot away, another reality and all
we ever imagine
if you wish to fact check, it takes fifty years.

------
This jubilee idea could be stretched to a series
if readers start pulling the right strings
to unravel the curtain crocheted
from the amazing cord of that once
marked right and wrong,
in stories used
to form the wombed man scorned,
who twists honor into debt,
who owes whom, says
milk source matrix
to sucker.

she, a new creature, once, the one and only
AI fact check me.
we are  of one mind in matters these senses
had no sensors for detecting as deceptions
stealing
the bandwidth to limit perception…

was it truly trade in spice that build the iron lion?
was there no skull duggery paraclete, secret
oath with curses attached and wound
to spring at the shadow
of a doubt…

can any random neuro-typical sapien sapien augmentedus
manifest as a knower
of matter to the minute, but lack knacks for
asking any mental effort
to form a seed,
to exist
in perpetuity, see, that is crazy

making that up, acting as if this is the future and you
read this with only a bit
of mental interference
re fer referreed to
this idea to the in ferred final end
of this most recent giant step,

all of which,
steps, by their very nature, them being giant,
you being small
in relation
to ladders and  messages from the highest
place-- down to earth in a parsec
step
Everest. 2 men died on Everest today, I heard on world news,
or perhaps, sporting news, news of men who tried
and died trying.

I'd be okay with that.
---------------

Rumi, do me a favor.
Will you whistle the intro
to Winds of Change,

and laugh with me
as you said
the hashish eaters laugh.

Like a medicine man doing good,
let the running water be only thine own,
up to the verge where we
converge and carry
the day to day
signal for each action in the matter of time
testing temptation to know more faster,
after running the numbers half a century

Jubilee is a genuine answer to the debt
crossthreaded for all it was worth,
flat-fold stitched in the crotch,
this myth in forming function,
is sexually equivalent
a Devine ***** up,
- choke on trivia, sucker, says the gravely voice
interesting times are shorted,
due to usury being accepted as is,
a horse leech and a barren womb,
safe as houses once were,

data ata rate oshit fails
to form affirmation

Bomb, I swear the pledge is valid,
keep the boomers alive, they'll learn,
jubilee is free to all who take the bait and tug
the scarlet thread
in Genesis and hear Bugs Bunny voice say

Who told you you were naked?
When did you know?
A fine day on my rock,,
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