Indeed, do you believe
we each do the same verb, as we do
with verbs such as love
and hate and respect
acts accorded we level participation.

The action, the deed, do you define
as a willful decision, to pick a side,

compete for the agreement of the commons,
make believe and let pretend to act as if,

we be having minds in forms intangible,
left being exchangeable, fungible for goods
and services, should we come to some agreement.

Mental ascension, peak love of self recognized
by kindness, my kind thinking your kind common.

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Common sense of learning locked in knowing
how and why and what for,
when it comes to war.

Peace, at the end, when no body has any will
to claim a duty went undone, when no one
has a mind proving evil intention in mine,

when I agreed to think I had the power
to let this mind be in me, which was also in

the truthwaylife chabad tanakh good news
submitted per right usual fidence as
peace on earth, good will
dispersed in the realizable potential,
within the bubble no lie lives in, anathema
- as we ceased lying to our weaker selves
indeed, as simple as pi, as real as any angelic
messenger anticipated as apparent as any mind
information spirit, original creative intention, means

knowings needed to make will
zur Machts,

liebe d'itch t'learn m'lessoning, m'evapor'ting
wissen Sie nichts als Krieg?

Are we ever warring with out letters, letting us
seem as plainpain, warning with our letters, let us

be left behind to mark the beastly end,
when the mind we were led to let atrophy, as
intelligence with no sense, sub con science, as
effects of gh thought ghucking phunny
habitual credible mantras, Couee' baby,
as we say to ourselves everyday in every way

I am proceeding toward froward
habitual disposal to disobey will to say,
I know,
too soon to hear, listen at tend, be now
we now
think we know, so
we feel we grow, go
on to logical next wo
rd
read, and ready towa
rdon rereward guarded

is this
a mind,
or a mind trap, to catch and hold
prejudgements useful to the weform
we so form upon acceptance of kindness.

The medium, the delivery system used,
freeest press as yet's been imagined
ready to spread wide as time telling,

today, in all essential ways, save knowing,
is the same as yesterday and for-
toward ever, the same, on going
ever learning never knowing every thing,

due to your mortal state as a known node
locked in truth beknownstate… ever onward

rest in peace,
per haps in my frame of mind, earlier
rather than later, accepting now as enough.

it means the innermost room.
the room where the first point is made that
makes the man, the place of unshared secrets common to us all,
the penetralium.

penetrate my heart, and that is where you find yourself
wondering,
is this for real or fun.

We call William James to witness:
Where there is no difference, no distinction is to be made.

Some thoughts seem insistent, believe me,
others seem confident that your unbelief, changes nothing.

Beg to differ, please.
Is the meaning clear? Penetralium.
Now Emily Bronte and me and John Keats all mean nearly
the same idea, at core, when we employ this once idle word.

Ombudsmen mental role play
settling as difference does, across time,
toy whistles turn into notes that evoke tears.

We are the winners, we with eyes and ears that hear,
or minds that may imagine
doing
anything at all.
You know. No living thing desires death,
must I **** the mobs I help manifest,
must I un believe a lie?

Comfort the weak.
Pay the comforters well, as you would pay your father,
to do that work for you,
and your father will joyfully be
used that way.
Think.
Old people feeling useless,
while others feel
useless because they are
comfort objects in need of comforting.
Good news.
You can do this.
You can encourage me, I am weak, I need comfort,
and, and, and comforting me will comfort you.
I am poor and always with you.
I am as I am, I make a way for rich men to get
through the eye of a needle.

I sit upon the dragon horde, helpless, not hopeless
My kind of Adamkind, we keep hope alive,
we are with you always,
help us help you love yourself,
help us be happy, we will remain poor,
we can stand the weight of all that can be known,
poor ain't bad when enough's enough,
which,
truth be told, is true. Waves tuned perfectly never crash.

Light waves in light, see.
We simple love simplicity.

--- pretenders contending for the use me, use me,
put me in coach,
let me bat, coach,

let me preach, pastor, let me teach,
post initiate no
vitiated soul. lost it's breath in the race to the grave

woke up on a time when this story found iron feet
anchored in red clay claiming to making

all the rusty dust as that rock rolls this way,

can we imagine a happy ever after page that we all are on?
who asked?
weavenoname is a rule in this game. The riddle being:

who was that masked man? The answer being
wrong
again, I thought I already knew this
potentially perhaps, haps being the essence of any
state of happiness
while standing, scientifically
under knowing good and evil
understanding mistranslation, willful, then ignorant
sacred undefined undefines sacrifice, the act of sacred making,

As knowledge branches over time
and under ground to soil having life in time
for now to function, finally, for goodness sakes…
Ai t ia is blaming your cause on word effects…

leaving secrets to hint at for the knowing of the
landmarks our sapiens sapiens
megalithicus ancestors left
as weforms in full agreement
belearned to turn phi wise pi men t'al
time trix,
hell to learn,
hell to pay, watch  t'al slow's
time tells a patient story stood
upon this very time,
at this very point,
post happyeverafter. My bubble,
my reality ified at my lief and leisure
expanded ever after and has yet to pop...

- reviewed six years later and called
- here, then and now, same person,
- six years more experienced, no wiser/

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We are spotted and blemished and
ring straked herds of milkable critters,

we are modifiable metaphors for
fountains of milk and honey, from
the other side, breathing in and out,

thinking jello seen through,
to the bubble of me, from the one
of you, in the discernible pixels one
adjusts to ignore as the knowledge

milk of conscious multi-tasking,
driving and paying attention

to a bubble popping book,
a Yucca… in jellotime thought form,

takes centuries for some to bloom,
children believe, because why
would the giant yuccas be
called century plants, if
not because they only bloom once

in three generations to be seen,
as a spikey life form familiar,

in the live and let live desert,

where we eat the snakes we ****.

Which causes jellotime to glup up

a contrasting hueristic to guage
color critical shades of orininating
emotions, also known as answers

matching evidence accepted as its
self, as so, we see, it is, these words

connect at attention applied, a hook,
a will to have a go and making sense,

in timeless pastless points,
as art, around the time disease,
and misperceptions, such enforce,
hold that breathe
thought
as truth as manifest cruelty of mighty
blobs of solid right to stand still
and firm, a we form, from ancient
orders,
used to form first informers, thus
inventing us, after dancing to explain,

some where, in your learning control,
taking hold of yourself, see the shape

we may perceive, as we, the payers
of attention needed to twist these

threads, fine
spiderkites from the pines, common

at lattitudes about a third of the way
up the sphere's gravitational truth
compressing core, living idea, life
at planatary participant level,

poet, po. Poe, ever, more avsinthesis
m'dear, Frankly, whether Einstein
or Ben, said it, compounding,
interest in flim flam,
shaking it down, and pressing it
into stone, on which a you are forms
of us as others, redcoats fighting freedom

living legos, universal, and one use,
life is like that, and we the new ones,

we adapt to our techknowlogos, as such,
informing our selves of news and sighns,

signaling
slow down
you read to fast, this is doubt, the feature,
consciously functioning as qwerty guy, key

element of know how, indirectly hanging
by a thread in 'cient science, finding ling-

ering tastes, and effects from kissing,
stretching tongues intuitively knowing

this is what they mean,
or meant, that is, back when, it was said

that forty million frenchmen, could not
be wrong,
about how we gonna keep down
on the farm,
after they've tasted the happy place,
and tickled a childish fascination
with words

and a will, to make light of the dread,
said by many orders of left mind tyrants,

spiritual exercises in will worship,
worth of a warrior learning
there is no easy day,

popping
into my bubble. Easy entry, plop\

into the jellotime you had in mind,
when the whole idea shivered,

like a little rolling green hill,
seen from the clouds, of course,

we have Google's first score, point
one in the assisting intelligence
user's credo, be doers first,

of nothing evil, follow ons,
all your choice, the weapons used

to pull down strongholds,
mighty fortress forces repelling
efforts to fit one trick legos into

monstrosities as effective as
George's Dragon, or my puff tincture,

in the world of wonderful make believe,

tune in, drip. Drip. Slip into the ABC years,
percolater rythm
post recordible television, black and white,
during Disney-ification drills, preceded
by prelingual exposure to Fantasia,

reigning next oldest memory for which
valid links to now exist, occurred
at the White Rock Courts

during the years after 1948,
and a half,  after Fantasia,
was in local theaters,

and GI Bills was not kicking enough,
for rent in Phoenix and driving,
back and forth up one side,
down the other, old mind
river she keep aggin' us on,

she's no devil, no siree,
that wombedman, she got papers on me.

and wise wizardry between jewels
as bright as earth seen from a distance,

as we all oughta know, by now,
as a hitchhiker's angel once said,

yes, sidereal, crossing the Mohave
at night, … pick the road
from Vegas, two lanes, double yellow lines,

easy for my cars lights to show, so I know,
I am on the right side of this thing,

this mound of telling stories found
looted of all but the ghosts
of its chances taken, on mob made rules.

Creating a passing remark… recreation…
in a mind, a reified fine distinctive will…
said in such a way
as to hold reason on rails, as we rise
slowly to the apex, before the drop.

Such sorts of talks as one might hear…
while thinking something missing…

listen, instants reminding winding
ways, whither so ever this mind listeth.

Then and now, originating force, used
in fact as wind fitted 'round makes uses
of letters leveling the imbalenced powers
using long slow upslope with peak powers
pulling from the down side, launching
minds into wonders yet beheld hid in
understandin' laws selecting ears, hush
such as seek the source of joy used to lure.
The joy strength knowing
Words was writ becoming

Power, to make motion, umph
to push the self positioning
reflex past off imbalence,
back to on imbalence,
patient
waiting being not on or off,
but here in time at a tempting,
attempting attended by all who
have ought against my will to be
as plain as day and simple as phi.

A Sermon on Novel Incomplexity
spiraling wider in reaching for more

in an autodidactic country church,
carried on by disciples of the founder,
the called of Truth, and chosen to teach,

to cultivate as one tends to tender vines,
those lost souls caught in strains confusing
will and ways, mixing will and spirit,
soul and minds creative by nature's go'd
and we the goaded on, kicking not back, but
some will to know, in terms we all agree with,
using terms that yoost to be ere words empow'rin'
agreement to trial rentals,
old works, functional,
used goods
to be retold as true
by some, so called holders
of the lessons learned
for sharing, as affection, any surplus seed.

Did I act, in course of time, of course,
gravity does matter, all ups have downs,
strange and charming ins and outs.

Fast make my point, in effect, a will to make, machen,
means make, manufacture, reify imaginary ways,
same as Latin facere, as a matter of fact, says

Google Translate, at my behest, hight, answer swear
"take or utter an oath,
make a solemn declaration
with an appeal
to divinity" deus "god, deity"
(from PIE root *dyeu- "to shine," and sworn so

to tell me all the etcet'ras as ye's called, Wille zur Machts,
"the driving force behind all living beings, including humans" making thinkable things
useful to rethinkers, at some point…
any wishing uses wills of some sort in fact,
so if your wish were peaceable,
imagine it taken up by all, at this point

try umph und dinkum, humm as manly virtrutheous will to make stuff up allows,
to lighten the load
of memory reminding me
of olden meanings fed me
to teach meekness, as penance
for troubling my house to inherit wind.
As grace, breath, taken, forming this fected
will to use and by using gain more of this will
working wonders to let us think we understand,

three point curving arches in a process known
as growing through the creative process,

supported by the will a toddler achieves upright
status as a force
to be reckoned with
on new terms, better balanced
at agreement, mental fixedness of purpose,

supposed and set as pivot point in time,
myrrh tipped darts - cursor arrows telling course, marking distances in steps,

exclaiming this is the pleasure pursued,
subconsciously diverted in to golf,
{I sell rescue *****, I never played the game}

a fruitless pastime perfecting will
with aimed at pride, some cheat for.

Ranting chance expletives,
followed by, amen…

there above, our letters bringing the common tongue,
into total disarray,

to think the meaning -breathing, the common sense
since simplicity stepped from sublimnity,

to light the way, by mind's alit with news,

actual knew knowns, new translations,
accepted as accurate, aimed
from then to now,

another day in your life,
another day in our life, we wordform spirit minds
kinematic cinematic role inversion,

existing Ich heize, Herr Klumpen, ein Pepito, no mas.

A ******, a loogie, a phlegmish mass spat at nada,

deemed as worth a minute
as any made up will let go
in just right down sloped acceleration
joy may spark an avalanche where avalanche's wait.

----------- SYTF E
War stories, secret fifty years,
then Trumps team added enough
for the names on the payroll to die.

Here we go again,
let's visit 1892 Nietzsche,
let's recollect the opera of it all,

We had characters, and complexes,
all from these sprachen mit Zararthustra,
unglaublichkeit
kein weg, wir wissen, es tut mir leid.
- we are barred from war study.
Dulles Brothers,
Wick trimmer John,
***** war to fix the judges.
So, intention to twist a human hair.
- in my judgement, its allowed
Frizzy splitting, dry broken ends,
caught there in the web,
seen fly's eyes close,
that proves you,
your code,
at attention, present in the scene,
we know the drill,

or so we have been led to believe.
Taught, trained, gently fed a fear,
of being selectable by the art intuit init

running on sense if
ever was a muse
used to tell time
to seem sequential,
after the hallelujah, in the ritual mass,
- peace on earth- heard under stars

message to the many from the few,
though the many be accused of shame
from ignorance evinced in use of tools,

IT as a calling is new, AI invented it,
MyTechPeople used it, the idea that
other people sell their know how, using

code, to identify the attention deficit
disorder undermined by primordial
old time rights of record rising on yes,

as the one word answer./
Used at instants, invisible at freeway speeds.

Saturday after Memorial day,
at the third star, meme

Any ancestor visited
over the holiday, they say,
during the holy day phazem

sayemshakem

thankenthinkentaken
artificial sacred making effect,
are the peacemakers affections

lightfoot tendency to take luck
as good as grace, to live under
as go'ds message receptors formed

from all my nations reasons for liking
Ike and ****, the world's greatest ever
reasons to hate the enemy, most certain,

the law, the charters, since the days
of Rome, nay, farther, since the days
of the written law of fixed intention,

lets us pray aliegiance, under the law
of god, despite the irreal logic of law,

after truth is taken as the key, knowing
we all need to know, all minds made once,
and set aside to try another. Pride knowing,

puffing up the pose, supposed to convey,
ferry, carry across this river, twice,

once for tomorrow, once
just for today.