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Ken Pepiton Feb 2022
haikai no ku still
ultimate brevity, if
given breaths don't count
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humming bee breathing
drumming thudding marching feet
warring minds doubting
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Fu Xi meet Joka
Phoneme fix sense triggering
set riddle tight left
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You saw the movie
now, here is the mytheme
fitted to the word.
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Trials, modeled on
Athens, and something
darker, yes, breathing

poetry in form
and fashion fitted to minds
entertained, well wined.

Do we mind questions?
Are we re-always other
wisdom, winking, coy?

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Word lives, each line can
hold as many as a mind
may allow alone
commas breathe,
Ken Pepiton Jan 2022
therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed.

From <https://biblehub.com/kjvs/malachi/3.htm>

What therefore do we claim to know, when I,
who took the text, out of context,
our text for this day between sleeps, out of the famous
tithing message, that merged with the fulfilled jubilee,

lest we forget, serving God is a business, eh, be busy
for the lord, right, be somewhere workin' for the Lord.

oh, the times we was skinned into, me and you, mortal
reader stock given freedom under a personal grace,
taken personally as true, I am in you and you in me,
mindwise, in the spirit sense, felt true, known safe bet.

True, true, word, say the little mind things,
choir of messages

serve, be used, become useful, function as intended, live
and learn uses for features included
with the bubble we live in or
as, skin-bubble, filled first sack  
pops from a forest of possible any body but yous
- the hunger game dance of the oocyte,
- one of the patch maturing each cycle,
- feel it, the tug, this is so big, this cycle,
- live and learn and share the knowing wiser
- than the children of this world, in the end
- when what we know is used to prove we knew,

watch, we, watch, we the sould-enduring coded sign-
always ready, takes a lickin', keeps on tickin'.

It's a TIMEX the working man's wrist watch, tickin'
take a look, why,
it is 11:36

May we depict this as a wave of compression
comprehension of wind in a fist, who wishes
to know
knows the price of the prize is the acceptance
of worth-ship, judged worth value on some scale
courtships on the grandest scale, balling with gods,

AppoloApollo and the gang from ele-useless, giggles, gads
& flies, so wise as we imagine flies being

swarm of us as flies
on the walls in the ****** temples,
making claims analogous to holy secret gnosishit

true wu wu wei past phoneme tagmeme detail umph
tried and true,

the joke, yoke, is on you, and in you, once the details
surface, and some good news, novelties, new things
to see and know, you know, coolshat
coming attractions,
call it what it is,
preview, taste and see, or is it, taste and know?

more the bitter or sweet color and smells, say
eat me, bees, say breathe, seem
me, seeing

systemic functional linguistics adapt to the hero
story as told, to children today,
it only happens to a few, but
if you learn to shoot, like Sgt. York, you shall, surely

buy the farm, the doentological ordered of my class,
warrior,
not servant; freebooter, taker of my share,
ancient precedent Abraham made holy, warriors
who share the battle,
take first share, before the priests of that order
take theirs.

Listen, this is the same story, as true from now
as then, eyes of flies are on the scene, first to begin
the corruption essential to the scene, naughty,
redeem the concept, naught is nada, zilch, goo'f'f'nuthi'n

naughty fruit, rotted, there is a scene like this
in the KJV, zoom, show me… boomsoft in the distance
beat of my heart, hum of the engin enginned and held
ensnared, hooked heartwise, under the aortic channel

feel the flow, rush of blood to feed a mind foaming
gnosis snot, stistical possibility
-soft land
some of us have been this far, and we came expecting
some new thing, while the reality surrounding us, a we
we are as readerwriterworderword, exactly
four ways to see what we mean from now on, awe is us,
this state, taste,
this is the promise, ah, Lou Reed, just laughed at me,

he say hey, Kaffen, you remember this trip?
it ended with hand to hand handgrenades, with Starsiak.

Living in my own peace of mind,
I can sing like Johnny Cash, and know it's mine

know this gravelly voice comes from pounding rocks
into scalpels for the surgeons who make life sacred.

Secret sorting rituals are with us as we breathe,
we can come to, awake, come and see, we breathe,
imaginary breaths, imagine those count,

weave in wind around a plaited strand of cloud,
weave spin spun spun spun runn rrrrun roar

ah, 2022, between Mira Mar and the Chocolate Mountain,
so, those are Apaches, adding to the myth of war,
Sony has a game nearing launch, The God of War,

Manichean at it's core, my bet, but for now, imagine

no? We do such constantly, we, the entertained, we
enter zones of release belief, enable unbelieving.

You participated in a group prayer,
perhaps at a funeral, but you prayed help me unbelieve

any of that ever hap-ends
and we remain, this is us, as a mind, enjoying unknown
knowns, truths veiled by Taliban-level boss-minion-slave
orders considered matters of faith, not fact,
if allah wished you to know you could have heard
the ANGEL - no vision, a word, a command
READ
thrice, read, - you, now, what do you
say,

hey, hey, hey, what
what do you say, read, or be literally powerless
to properly cast contextual spells… enthralling
coming attractions…
test best wishes
Ken Pepiton Jan 2022
If I lived to surf,
did nothing but, for decades,

deontological dawn patrols,
every day, every, every day,

sitting with the brothers, beating back
a sense of meaningless ness, expressed as
necessary patience, rises, duty to wait,
tests patience of bobbing ducks,
daring a wave to promise a lift \rush,
with a flush of perfect form, wait
glance back to see the first beam
touch the swell out there
glimpse, sun kisses kelp forest
green glint golden tip long leaves
in the sun just edging past the cliff…

If I lived to surf,
did nothing but, for decades,

I would be famous, at that beach, when I die.
Morning coffee muse.
Ken Pepiton Jan 2022
Every actual hitch hiker has a story,
who wants to listen?

Hey, tell me yours, I tell you mine,
that's how Cheers worked, like
on TV
people can listen to others as if the others
was on TV, pay attention,
and these talking heads say, hey, lemme
drive and
think, what did you just, say, I mean, iusta one iota
ago time wise, did you just think

I yoosta be in a band, for a minute, we did one show.
I killed it.
I died.

Yeah, I thought that was you.
Then you were that other guy, from Barstow.
He's dead, too. Funny the things a song somebody else sings seems
Ken Pepiton Jan 2022
Would you believe me if I loved you wordlessly?

Enemy, mine, hater of the smell I carry,
disgusted at my touch,
repulsed at the idea
I hold true.
I write a good fight.
I wait.

No answer I take as yes.
I wept, but
not long.

And I loved you with words you never read.

Change self- say
no,
I would not know,
if you loved me wordlessly.

I would not see you

make sacred the gift of your will to me, I see you
fail to be as other men,

men of better stuff than you,
you
wreck of a man,

worth nothing more than the feeble
salt you claim to be by grace of God.

Eh, you think God loves you?

change self- say
yes, with caveats,
I hold within this self-containing vessel,

the known unknown god Paul does not name in the KJV, y'see,
that one,
the inerrant one, fundamental,
bottom line
upon line,

is,

and I found great peace
in knowing that,
wordless,
waiting,

feel that, is
that
not peace? I venture further,

little vessels lurk near shore,

I hear
far far away, cast your net on the not wrong side
In the cloud of all knowing I found a thread....
Ken Pepiton Jan 2022
Let my peace, mine, mine, mine, my peace;
let
my
peace, eh, flow into this vessel
or this space?

Peace past understanding,
what's that cost?
if it's free,
what's it worth,
I got some saved up in de-ift metaphors,
containers of general whatifery,
like what if, I'll let all-if-ity
loose
right now, my peace
see
can you feel me now? Even
If you knew the taste of spoken love,
it would seem odd, if
wordless, mmm, so.
weyekin say hmm.

Feel a peace, say
selah, let go

could you feel love from this far?
Have you ever felt the connection
since the repair? The reconciling?
Whenever began
a while ago,

you should feel alive, if you notice.

Speed of thought (not speedothought, shame)

trick,
kidding eh
this is serious, peace is in the balance

war is threatening,
rumoring

life is about to be taken from me.
Really?
No?
Life is being taken from earth itself?
Really?
How is that possible,
Is there a flaw in the recycling schema?
or is there a missing comma somewhere?

Are we cancer and ambiguous?
I think,
if earth hears,
earth is alive, Gaia speaks and breathes or
god,
is it the universe
who speaks and breathes?

Yahweh, as a being I envision invisible as light,
in whom
I live
and breathe and have my being,
speaks, saying
Fret not. Nada mas.

Word o' god.
Then my dogma goes pretty
spacey,
- I begin to see messages massaging
- unction to function, under my skin…
so true,
if what I done, did you good,
but you never knew I was,
should I care?

This peace here, past understanding, you
can call it yours and call it soul,
keep it in your patience
with some practice,
you may learn to
let it go.
An old notebook from after a fight with words walked away from,
so long ago, I cannot remember what brought the tears that ended here.
Ken Pepiton Jan 2022
I lived as 68 different employees,
in fifty years.

Patience is something you must own,
somehow, you can expand its sphere,

that is peace making. Not love, peace.

Wake me if you wish to hear how now
worked out,
with me, sittin' in the shade, thinking
we have a functioning planet,
partly due to you in it, being,
a payer of attention,
that the core cause
of mankind is mental, and that
knowing is good, what kinda crazy cult
raises proles to populate a future
on a  malfunctioning planet?,
are you listening,
earth,
replies, sarcastic as hell itself.
A character, emerging with a story he says we'll love
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