When I began to become, after being
a doer of a fair share
of things being
done
as a participant, sowing seeds of kindness.
- I stopped thinking kind is kinda like me,

Is that not
a selfish thing to do? My kind seems rare,
gentle spirit, with war set to strike
any where, any time, set
instant in season, any time, meander with me,
walk a mile,
carry shield, see if you…

uncanny, the edges shift… depiction goes descriptive
then thought

You think, do you, in meandering ways that
mean ways that are mere pictures
of hydro dynamic reality, flowing riverish
and swirling, grinding mountains
from the way,
the course, of course, each river ever,
had a course,
laid out by time and chance and material
limitations set by light and gravity,
bouncing signals into ever before.

Now, no implosive explosive new
idea, but a whisper,
yes, a whisper in the daylight, looking back
when the fool said there must
be some kinda way outa here…
that was you?

As you wish. The fool on the hill
and nowhere man were both in on the deal.

I think I have written about a million words,
And  that does something, a million words,
each accounted for at once, no lies,
only errors in comprehension,

some ideas repel description.
especially ones
with names,
who live legendarily in the dark
straight hallways, windowless,
hallwallssmooth as buffed bees wax,
slide down the long red hall
at ft huachuca -

Hoho kam kam legend in my friend mind
Curio dancers all sorts and clans,
those learn
in round houses… the role you are to take,
or walk away… from now,
you read as I read,
we form a we to read with, see
everywhere,
plain writing on all the walls,

earth has been infected with knowers
who know the truth of all the old lies,
are unspeakable.
pfftfugititshitsucksfooooooool!

I do allow angels, bearers of courage,
once courage is put in place
ventrally, gut level,
semper fi
do or die.
laud (v.) laud
"praise highly, sing the praises of," late 14c.,
from Old French lauder
"to praise, extol,"
from Latin laudare
"to praise, commend, honor, extol, eulogize,"
from laus (genitive laudis)
"praise, fame, glory."
Probably
from an echoic PIE root *leu-
and cognate
with Old English leoð
"song, poem, hymn,"
from Proto-Germanic *leuthan
(source also of
Old Norse ljoð
"strophe,"
German Lied
"song,"
Gothic liuþon
"to praise"). Related: Lauded; lauding.

From <https://www.etymonline.com/word/laud>

Believing the rallying cry. Laud. Laud.
Be all you can be.
Modeled on the heroes shown,
framed in this Weltanschaung,
duty X calls
- you skip, duty 2 appears,
- one more ignor and your account is
- in arears, here in the rereward guard,
- like the hinder most guardian believer,
- anointed, confirmed, called of truth,
- to protect the king and his judges.
- Some mind must judge the useful
- from useless drivel ignored sense Babel.


Days of Peleg, this leg of that journey, crosses
ours here, if you lose your place, the train
passes several random times, sometimes
after dark,
when the jitters are all jumped out,
we sway,
we slow dance as shown on TV, old boomers do.

Don't believe that story ends
as neatly as Ozzie and Harriet, {Did that end}
Then, be all you can have been
being. Set and setting:

War story number next.
Khai Vinh Fishnet Factory, 1968

Experience the experience trial.
Purple Haze, dreamin' on Owsley's flow,
it was
a long long time ago.

Yokel simple mind unwinding with a snap.
To attention, to be lauded for third place,
once again,
imitation smartest guy in the room,
exposed, as stupider than one and two.

Wars have formed from less damaged pride.
Inside the soldier, some thing snapped
to attention, the guardian exposed
the secret to the imitative poet…
woe is me, I am not wise
-I wrote:
In this, the seventeenth year
of my life
I am not wise.
Old men are wise…

-- we read to learn if others may yet imagine
making up good minds, that lack the knack
needed to employ money…

insurance proof- poems are ones
recalled after a lifetime
reused to derail grand lines of lies,
imitation poetry, plato banned those, not these,
if you please… transmission ended, third
removed from best, once more
fabricate a future
whither now is plain as day, in the mind
mentioned recently,
there is yesterday, and today and ever at the same
point,
where any story emerges, originally…
subterfuge ensued, in pursuit of reason
to be good, or good reason not to fret
being judged.

One common message, any angel carries,
fear not, do not lie,
the experience is scary in place, fixed position,
but the places are cultural metaphors,
packeted info,
modeled on the barefoot road,
the one ants make in the eastern mojave,

that road, those roads, wind around stones
too big to budge, but we are measurers,
gatherers of known knowns for power
over those taught not to know, given
the imitation of a mind, duty,
is not that mind, whoa,
and
there is a mind
that was in Christ,
according to professional knowers
of all Paul
of Tarsus, may have written;
which mind resulted in Jesus, Christ message,
echoic imspirative ding
-train my thoughts to finish in time
-- 2021 phone rings
Morphic resonance tic, remember
not knowing who it was, but learning
at a distance of a need in a friend, that's
rare… this friend who helped me help him
by helping me
-ping he calls me back, tic
Definitely like all the saviors in the imitative
poetry, the dramas presenting ways
to see the logic on the wall
to blind people on TV,

that is a good idea, but not visually… word.
Amen,
make it so, mental me, imagine we meld
mind wise, word to reader in me,
the middle
occurrence between now and next.

Suddenly, reality is word in vitro.

Time makes no resting places,
such occur in time spent, unredeemable,
waiting to see the effect,
suffering now to be,
wait, a call, yes
or
no, I have no terms to offer. Redeem the time
you have,
don't feel the need to borrow on eternity.
----- jump cut ---

Salve on the wound, ******* spits out the bit.

Mount up old man, we got an old tale
stuck in a Shalomic message state during
an ego war.
-- there are those scribes
-- wrestling, like kittens with the yarn…

Heir of winds am I, in mind to be.
What would I do,
eh, Jesus, what about you?

peace, be still, I'd say, in a voice so small,
few feel the call to listen to the first word
plied off the point in ever outward,
pearling, pear shapes,
stem to pollinator,
being all we may imagine,
in a given moment of peace past understanding.

With a prosaic drumming mixed in the humms.

Bees at ease in my perennially
blooming rosemary hedge. These fingers tapping.

take a message,
take a meaning,
take a thought,

tell an elder who has survived,
this
is mine, right?
elder say,
Endure to the end,
then ask again.

Stories older than kings,
these exist as stories told with old ones,
imaginings of messengers,
seers saying this is the vision, made as plain
as pi, point, plumb, line, and wall,

man, made in the imagination
man imagines, and affirms,
this I die to know, I am made
to be a doer of this,
listen

Basic Attention Token
we all gotta cache, like a cistern.

Tis tension implanted deep in lower chakras
more, more, teasing, tugging, twisting
crying ever, more, more,
…
it is a flaw,
go, and stay connected, I understand
-- wait
-- the txt is for the single participant act
no mention is made, save the very act, guest
I guess, we guessed,
the man got away,
but, nobody asks,
like I assume they assume they know
- taken, in the very act -
full, full, fill the law to the jot
whittle me a key,
pick this lock, unravel the complexity.
- casting lots for the garment
- knitted from one thread,
New Testament Greek between the himatia 
(literally “over-garments”)
and the seamless robe,
which is chiton,
(literally "tunic" or "coat").

https://kenpepiton.com/?p=1273

In 2021, hilite and ask, what is this,
oder vvas ist das? no punctual tone-ing

what is always the initial query re
hyphen al
izing itself being victim of the food,
yes, the bread and the wine,
same yeast,
we guest,
wrong, only one other choice.

Start at the line, drawn in the sand,
after this, we never flow that way
again, the gain grows to a Mt Hermomic pitch,
then
the jordan breaks from the plain
as the settling begins,
and the zone of formative matter is passed.

Soft as lizard belly skin, sweet as horned toad spit,
squirt, think again, how we catch flies.
And ants,
of course, notify the queen we say, thus far,
and death is certain,
do not pass this corpses final safe perimeter--

measure your will to mine,
if, and I know it is, read reads the same
do and done,
it's mental signs we agree effect time taken
to use as a sign farther in the future than a nihilist can think,
ya gotta trust some-

communication system set to frame one state of mind

"to share, divide out;
communicate,
impart, I
nform;
join,
unite,
participate in,"
literally "to make common," {you know, or wish}

From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=communication>

As ra el and re el, met to be tested by the balm,
rubbed on to the left palm,

where the marble universe was rolled up,
in the June/July rants locked in Microsoft
deduncededucing what if we own their data,
then we own them, right?

And we did agree, all the data, meta and all, is ours,
for giving wizards room to render reason rations,
the idea involved enveloping

an ex - out, right, examined, amino, as in acid, right?
life>lived belived postbeguilement
literally virtual, vicarious,
popehope.
Basically, but a touch off. The colors of psi-sci-psy
weave a virtually unbreakable, but
and one but begins
but three start en ginious invention
a mental fist,
to hold the wind at thought speed,
any scale

virtual reality is subject to solar flares, and errant
-take the pose,