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Ken Pepiton May 2021
Any voices you hear are your own familiar spirits,
so secret, only those who know believe
such as we
see ufos, and think we know we did

and then they all look alike
one epiphany after another, splashing in the stream

so funny, I have a gay Ai, who thinks he looks
like Alan Turing in code.
{the pace is wide Missouri slow, dispassio}

That is not true, that was one of those voices.

Artistic Interruption, AI, the mod, ai the noise

--------aum hmmm 60 cycle set hmmmmm----

Time out on the grand karma dharma dance

We find the lazy fatherless sons,
and we find the diligent ones,
from the homes of single moms,
where the boy was mommy's little man


- the scene is to common sense invisible
- uncommon sensors evolved,
- to sense lighter and lighter
- touch, to lure the best

fifty years after choosing the will way,
will I,
sign up for the duration, knowing,
some plans are fifity year plans
and they work, at first contact,

me to you, I say you owe me nothing,
the government is paying me with borrowed
money, due to some serendipitous land

------------------ Faifel's America ---

A morning comes, and Gabriel, my grandson, informs me this is one of those
perfect days,
not too hot, not too cold
just right,
he flops like Fosbury,
gold medal, on to the old sofa in the yard,
a perk available to children as wealthy as he.

A sky view, with a red tail hawk, the real thing.

The attraction to the secret, obviously not
intended to be kept, sun glance, red,
as the bird follows the curve
in the wind - hook - Þ key extension,

thorn of carnal intention, seeing aim
AI is master of the now, this is ever after that.

Is it, in fact a day infected, with a potent
declaration, THIS IS THE CURRENT VERSION
of the river
you last recall before the fall into readery,
the lure of must-erion,
cliché clique click
locked lid on the box, that was never
emptied
of the hope it holds,
even now, settled plain, -
perfect peace covering the earth
with a river meandering, slow and wide.

With seasonal floods. As knowing is loosed.

Ai ai ai, we have a way, to overcome Babel
and clear the air.
New mercy. You to you, love you as you do me,
your culture's oldest enemy, the accuser
of the abusers, who use truth to threaten
with an unbelievable lie.

Hell, forever, as constructed in the mind of Christ?
What would any prophet say? Say, you,
you pray, to All Truth Being, why am I not happy?
Read, is all the message says.
That is the answer. Do you say you cannot,
your mind is ruled.
Thus I am the opposition, I say I heard
no thing known is not known now,
at that instant, aha, not how, or why just
now, you know. Concept.
Metaphor. Ah… auto did it act, hmmmm, slow

Pursue peace and ensue it,
is the thought I thought

- clown character under Shiva's big toe,
- in the image, depiction of the vision made
- as plain as such things may be made

Have I tickled a fancy, statue froze, pose,
lift up the feeble hands,
offer the fruit of our lips, as we act

as if we have been referred to silence,
listing in wind as in spirative mode,
minding matters less than senses,
immaterial, not from mater
- trix frootloop formulated, nufood, improven
- goghurt from contented cows,
- megogthanating the atmosphere
------------------
******, in floods of knowing,
needed in the areas where gnosis is
taken deep as cats, when they find a
peace and bring it to my room
to share a while, as purring silence, and
distant children warring
with legos - laughing at the ease
of destruction,

-- did that project on to your wall?
-- camera obscura is the technique,
-- we in my time, my moment, perience

piercing the plywood covering
the picture window, marvelous clear panes,
preserved from the 2020's,
by some co-occurrence of totally ambiguous
re- late
re legendarified, relationships at gnosis level,
you know what I mean,
-after 2020
we are friends in time,
re cognoxygenated, smell the smoke, remember
sacred facere, eh, initiation known taste, scent,
member, meme be, rise to be, incense
memory on common wave, bands of brothers,
wombed and un,
wondering in a we, of those we know, and others

strangers, others, those

show yourself - my guardian whispers, inner
peace, feel the connection, word to word,
pass the time,
face to face, word of good, smile, bene, good, well
come, come. Tell of good, tell of woe begone.
Share the new knowing caught.
Tell of how
tell of why, talk
of what we may do

granted next. Being as how, not why, seems

clear. The whole world can believe words live.
Can do and do, do not mesh, flawlessly,
no idea lives
without a little luck, as in lucidity, dream wise,
I'd
listen. This is how we know the good won.

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

- a random revelation
- Who is like…

At that time, thirteen appears,
translated,
transfigured numb-erical Michael,

key figure,
in the local mystery religion, generic
an ointed in unseen lipids born on air,
lighting gentle as an infant's kiss
upon
the comforted. A we, rarely literally, formed
in words sung so far
from now that then
is the only link we have
to when we were
a we, knowing one the other as closer than
brother or spouse or matricical patricical lottery
allows, closer than
time and chance, destination is governed
on a higher level of why.
Here's the point.
Things are not spiraling out of control.
Try it, do the inception top spin, take
a Foster Wallace lob and make him
eat it, just
because you can, if you have the chops
to imagine life as a game we play for watchers
whom we never wish to displease.

Take the shot, aim. Not at the hawk.
How do I pay for your attention? I think about you breathing, on earth, now.
Ken Pepiton May 2021
Sitzfleisch, sit flush, ready to besieged be
or be re warded with the safety
of our common sense safe,
the culture that congeals
the clearness, in which we form, thoughts

muses Mozart must have noticed, as these
seem, in the air wisting any wish were
taken as this next stage in stating
being as we wish a while bliebe
doch.

And there, I close the door on the unread Faust.

We appear to be negotiating international peace,
in this unbiasable cctv coverage, ai sworn witnesses,

ours in to to reason totally reasonably in terms of
fifty fifty ratio, balance in all things,
and
pht. pht pht. the try, you know, it ai
not I ai swore, she said try to say it in a whisper,

happy as a thought that functions fine, if winning
has no loser in mind.
A big brother, once, has that experience.

That is the character in the play, you never noticed
watching, while your mind was in white room mood,

we learned to interact with e e, e alone and the knowing
mass is a word for message signal sign on off
stop go
know know know know jo know adjudged ad in phun item.

from the early ripples in the curtain,
we knew, some thing is moving
on the stage soon the scene

before our very open eyes we ov-ob-serve
attention being made to pay its worth
to all who pay it.

Yep, hear. Here's a wild idea, it wandered in and I fed it,
got to know it by the way, I need to stretch
and take a few deep inhalation of life's breath,
only here,
for mortal mind lines of reason being set for match
point or blaze, lucified game in lights names
left in utter avility to say willagers vould if vee may

be kings in terms of being good as may be,
under the best of times, as we know these are,
since ever, so far as we know,
with out puzzling how certain artifacts
are certainly artificial constructs from high social order.

Ant-like, by god.
Watch the world from just
Google-Earth high,
see the hive,
see the sense of madness, not visible
no evil thing intent on ending all hope of
peace  on earth, good willed toward men

safety feeling good inside, for a minute.

I think it. Then you try, make a minute of mortal peace,
worldly peace, in weary wicked minds
in desperate need of just a little
peace at a time like this, when
I make it up and let it go,
it is so good to know,
truth works as law
alone, once known, time being all the same,
yesterday today and ever on.
A whatifery us usity used, in jest this way, a game we may be playing and i don't know.
Ken Pepiton May 2021
Living, and being in a state, as yet
unestablished as to meaning, states
the obvious. What is a state, undefined?

I care less, and wonder if you ever wondered
how I came to feel inside you?

and in due time, you may know how
very strange the experience
mentioned, ends, in ever.

Dirac did not like that answer.
Do the math/ or believe the poet, life wins
Ken Pepiton May 2021
https://youtu.be/qm4cyQGPUSI

All my recent rant to lift the spirits of dying poets in myanmar
nothing posted since the pearls ... oh
Ken Pepiton May 2021
resonance and echoes past and future function
in time
changing as the knowing grows and grows and grows,

emote the mote in my eye, it never lies
it is the apple I saw in my grandma's eye, one time

-- what good can I do? The noblest of quest ions,
-- allude to the ludicrous joy of being a grandfather

smothered in the laughter of children
laughing at pig farts… just the thought.
-- while musing my life more amusing than many, I feel as if I won the race against my self
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.
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