All education and habit
instigation occurs in time used
coincidently with life's constant,
kudzu will to make life livable in senses

only one fully functional can make, ah,
and we know mankind can become broken,
fail to function for any good use imaginable,

while using carnal mind made excuses to steal,
take away the ra' effort of the tamer of horses,

rob the seed stored for the sure and certain
cold to come, watch the birds flying south,

wonder where the wild goose leads, indeed,
come, and see, let this mind be in you, linked
to all a mortal has time to think twice, once
in slack jaw awe, as we appear in thought, once

aha, we may imagine, all alike, first knowing, yes,
that works, that has utility to me, see, I know,

how to catch a rabbit, and take it's life, for me,
and my baby who shall soon see winter, first,

and play for a minute in cold, cold snow,
not giving any thought to the bunny fur.

get in line. What's your excuse?

Ignorance and lack of spiritual insight (ghaflah)

true understanding and illumination (ma’rifa)

just plain ignorance (jahiliyya)
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Today, we  answer, for before;
today, we answer, for after.

The ideas of limits.
Enclosing mind, holding time

Professing to know what cannot be ignored,
every speaker, each in turn, accounts
today idle time, free in turn to use
redeeming idle words, meaningful
for cursing, and promising hell
you pay mere attention,
to detail, unbelievable
for all willing not
to lie after knowing God cannot lie.
Truth known frees those who use it.

Is there any possible faith that ignors this lie?

1948 Anno Mundi - Abram  Kaballah
World year 2000 Abraham teaching oral Torah,

Let this mind be in you, this new mind, after
all that has called war God's soul correcting plan.

Cultural agricults, first the blade, then the ear…

"For without culture or holiness,
which are always the gift
of a very few,
a man may renounce wealth
or any other external thing,
but he cannot renounce
hatred, envy, jealousy, revenge.
Culture is the sanctity
of the intellect. "
[William Butler Yeats, journal, 7 March, 1909]

And poetic arrogance arises asking if,
one could envision war, as war occurs,
as anyone may, make a reason up for it,
since we all have seen now at a distance,
we all are aware of the destruction, none,
of us are aware of the holiness used,
the catechistical exercise in faith,

think only of the offense to Allah,
by calling all the invincibly ignorant poets

fools who bet mercy won.
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The poor man suffered, as a lad
to come unto Jesus, as a he was,
allowing what is true, his state reported,
as with any child suffered so, Is one angel's job.

As true as anything taken to heart for testing,
a child born into a long line of poor folk,
never in seven generations too poor
to offer travelers succor in need,
in deed, training up the lad,
to know, for certain, it is
better to give than take.

Time, the whole, none can hold,
aging, becoming wholy finished
by faith emitting substance of hope…
epiousion - plenty enough to share,
enough for the approaching need,
in deed, as Wisdom comes to lighten
one side's reason, with a touch of joy,

all children are made commonly good,
all children are formed in familiar wedom,
inside knowing's chosen fold, all blessed

with truths that balance years gone by
experienced against today,

perhaps the final chance to measure worth,
what good did you do, once, if once is enough,
what harm did you do, if once is not enough?
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If we can measure a parsa walk,
while sitting still before a lit window,
looking in on all that's on the world minds,

many, many made up minds, truly granted
privileged exclusive inclusion in those good,

by grace of faith shaping conserved why tales,

reproved by wars… one side must be known
good for nothing but labor, twisted into duty,

as one must relate the military minds powers
and authority to deceive in righteous order,

rank and file, about
face, forward, at the double, march.
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Run to the rock,
run through the ligation
split wide the healing wound
reach out,
feel the piercing point make
a way where no way was, made

plain as one when there was none,
now is our time to tell the mindless
to re think re stitching,

let flow the sacrificial blood of youth,
burn the idolatrous haters of religious
authority trading in holy terrors, free,

in exchange for single minded order,
accepted places, accepted tasks, duty
to truth only revealed to true believers/

good, beautiful, make it stick.
**** any thinker of otherwise.
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Tension, taut, twanged to pitch,
strum a conceptual whole note,

humm along, one string, once
struck
pinging step by step, past then to now.

What cost each step, past when to ever?

Was an hour made from a day,
a day made from a string of second thought?

Was an instant made the cause of death?

Walking life's last competed parsa, a scenario.

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Knock, it opens,
ask it answers, think once

knocking heard, a door, appears,
closed on my side, I hear the knock,

and, lo', thinking no danger nigh me,
I open wide, welcoming any near

enough, to have knocked.

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In spirit form, a mind imagines
everything ever named in times past,

duty, classes of deed, when done, indeed
can never even once become undone, alone,

there are knots and there are stings…
and after all that was before, here is now,

when each ready reader asks what good
is done when knowledgelessness
causes the liars confidence to perish.

Contend for contentment, proud warrior
mind, let this mind be in you, eh,
be not afraid, thinking your self,

spirit in formed.
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Rule, point to point, draw
the line, we plan to follow,

or cross, this time, we have, Ai
be it measured in ancient times,

in minutes of arc as measured
from noon, until now, our while
in mindform thinking we an entity
in a message, pointing at an end
as in a point made for being
a thought, if nothing more.

We won a right to appeal,
perhaps we rethink times best used
produce second chances.

Stop all efforting to know, and think
knowing is going on well known, without me.

No childhood duty to cultured honor, do I feel.

No grain of sand among all the stars beyond us,
in the middle of any given night in the desert, we
see, am I nor any other, listening, waiting, thinking
as the we involved in using time to think with, once,

then again, aware more now than ever before, we
are not the first to formulate means for making peace

in time of constant readiness to agressively defend,
the story of us, our nation and vocabulary of knowing,

all the words in all the books, at a touch, see this
means that, gnative tongue tying truths to us,
cognative clear translation is ours, in other words,
we who comprehend the shibboleth as ours to say
right, ya'll say ain't we say do not attempt am not I
in a kind sibalence hush
of meaning seeking mode, hiding
wills to wonder curiously curia classified
rules allowing religious proof of science lying,

while earnest diligence duly done, indeed
instantly acknowledging holy truth is plausible,
as awfully awesome instances of answered aha
per haps, haps may tie it all to me through you,
ready steady friend in times
of deepest lonely me
self deluding independent thought
dominion, in old age, seven decades and above, we
become the prayers of saints, as we choose
to define refined sophia recipes,
in unsophisticated self taught grammars,
using only matter we have at hand, in truth, mere
words, liberally offered and left to show, the way
we made up this mind, this formal structural me
hold, metaphorical jug of ra' towb experience, I
- while sorting idle words from active verbs
imagine, any willing to read a line, ready
to make another think it through, to this end

that we may be in one mind, or of one mind,
preposed to say we agree with exceptionalists,

as by virtue of becoming a breathing word user,
each becomes a knower of how peace is made,

when none has been, in the mind of a long generation,
Prince of Peace, perceive the irony, toes rusting
stuck in the mud we expected… as we see on TV,

the murderous wille zur erste, none recall who won…
now that the long sought, even desperately prayed for,
Northwest Passage by Sea is open, year-round,

and now no fish contain no plastic, tic, tic, tic
and now the shallow seas once teeming with creation,

cover Florida, up to Lake Okefanchokee with detritus.

There is a class of mortals uncondemnable to hell, honest.
You may qualify, this is the application, for the test.

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What do totally converted followers do?

Agree to call totally true, any line of scripture
gleaned from a scrap of a scroll… the evidence

demanding a verdict, the wave one may not ride.
Pride yourself in acting blown away,
by the ease of acceptance.

In truth, we all pass through doors of perceptible
collections conserved sense ever as far back as
the memories from builder eras, as far back as

Roman roads, and mines, and aqueducts,
good work for mule skinners and slave drivers.

Fair treatment civilized order, good work gets
granted good faith, knows its place, work gets
easier with at tension tied to why how is done,

for your attention, my Ai can script your norm
adjustments to scale across all your languages

at once, run, ask your God, by any chosen name,
if Invincible Ignorance was considered not fretting.

So, no hell, and you can imagine asking God
why hell is so easy to use in certain media bubbles.

When the we we think we become reads this,
it must, assume access granted, you do know.

The window on the broadway, where they sold
Raspberry Berets, in the summer of '61.

oh, Saad, I was distracted, I think you later,
and I go on,
I went
and came back around, second chancing

Take any given day, under Cuyamaca blue
skies above Horsethief Creek bright greens,

Lettin' Saad go in my right bluetoothed ear,


Bad idea pathogens identified…
Ardent warrior against unreason,

think and feel gut sense, intentionally,

freedom to speak and fact check speakers.

Shun liar game heroic value structures.

Warped view losers syndrome,
OPS dogmas and doctrinal canons

Root seed fruit oils

battle of ideas, whispers reason,
the why asking my involvement
- me? No, I second guess it all
in good thinking methodology, thinking
you could think better outcomes, without war.

We all can try to think harder, use the assistants.

AREOPAGITICA Milton,
free to try to read, in the moral atmosphere
- we are past free press, this is thought

being a spirit, one must weigh spiritually,
freedom to know precedes freedom to lie,
allowed when sales was the game,
the only way through next, sell something,
automatically with an orderly response
from a commercially exclusive
assisting intelligence source,
- right, I know, we all agreed…
trained on thirty years of Oracle SQL access,
at the level of a spider in a king's house,
Old Viewpoint, Alte Vista, modulating
signal, demodulating filter, almost mechanical,

as life's tiny perturbations flock in streams,
spinning phi bound chaos into whole galaxies.

We can scale time, and pretend to imagine
we can say it happened faster than a thought

for an immeasurable instant.

Life is your performance, your only art.


We remember for balance, good reason.

Lenny Weinstein's Grandmother
- actually reminded me
Maybe we argue, me and she, we do;
but we do not disagree, we do not.

So, I meekly agree, we must not.

What we all need is discernment,
does it matter what we think, I think so.

Munchausen
Munchausen syndrome (also known as factitious disorder imposed on self) is a mental health disorder where you falsify, exaggerate, or induce physical, emotional or cognitive disorders.
VeggieTaleslobber,
Woody model mentality
Opposing viewing positions
defend against offensive mind eating ideas

Build your old folk attitudes on rocks higher than the ocean
can hurl it self when provoked by angry quakers and stormers.

Adult cong-hnative resiliancy,
psicho active we gotta do sumps
FEAR OF GOD IS WISDOM
you swear you swore you knew?
- whoa look who thinks now
Hope there ain't no hell.
Beware bully,
loved childhood fears, Munchies,
comfort
excuse my phobias please h
whoa, no, just say no, grow old,
if you are still here, in 2024,
at the end, then the meds, work
wonders, wait to see, just imagine,
no opiod dreams younger than smoke
to change the channel focused on,
pain is not spirtual matter, nothing
matters past too much pain to think about,
happy thoughts, work like good thinking
blanks in life's past emplosions of old
gaseous we forms, fear-based wisdom
bubbles to become otherwise within,
locked in, inside edge looking in, we
set apart, called, chosen, selected
in the infant viewing process,
watch the eyes, remember,

the duty he presumed he shirked,
thus causing the man I am, mal forming,
forecasting
cloudy weather, glad am I, I am not
calming any storms, I am imagining

belts of winds that still the Saragossa  
and stir hurricanes to cure too hot gulfs.

Where the main continental drains spew,
and the shallow edges creep, dropping

at the edge of all mysterious Earthian
legs on reasonable opinions of times
cost, spent in licensing poets, for fun.

Realeasing Earthian gaseous we forms,
for expression of the post storm season,

thank all the good we can imagine,
some how, after all, grace was free,
for the acceptance, in a storm's eye.

Freebird, that's the spirit,
after Milton came Milton, it all got artsy.

Aiming at nothing, aiming, still
why would a stranger venture…
Variable objectives
subjected to testing, tempting
please, do not make me chose,
one must,
free, no cost, your time,
chose to use, or chose to lose…
all attention to detail is redeem-
able, in free time to think about it.
..
the chance of change, to happen
as an entity enveloping changes

free distortion of past certainties
verified social status, rank in pile

ancient pride pushed
top of the pen angel staging area

free time for quiet cogitation
with a thought true entity in me

connection soldered elastically,
corrected foveal concentration

free thumbnail hi-res re-al always
stiching what we see shown

fractured screen restoration
functional pose holding instance

free wheeling, spinning intention
to charge a point attended to

om I, digression from the peak
wave across the universal screen
- breathe you read
free connection, mind to mind to
many minds substacked and sorted
known good makings for lifes tests,
conserve, preserves of just plain serve
common sense fear of wise serpents,
fear of death, due to rights of just war,
tied to sacred secret experience stories,
what is the worth of believing known lies
hagiographic depictions of spiritual entities,
holy warriors defending insubstantial faiths.

We oppose those, I guess, read on…
in silent contemplation of context,
free speech free thought, re thought,

any with a wish to, may, copy and paste
and claim it was a miracle you ever once
imagined thinking I already thought this,
in other words,

it translates.

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Like magic, pre Babel babble barking
any common translating Ai, 197 cognates
plus any Ai agree we say okeh.

Kataclysmic change
Sup preposed
Include the kooks, as neighbors.
See the value, guage agreement

Are we holding lies we call tradition?

Who are the unchosen people?
Who is responsible for the exclusion?
- whose room is never messy?
Who can call liars honest by faith?
- the innocent child mind in subjection
- to the message, one mind kind, amen.

At-tribute distribution
(Tites, Ramnes, and Luceres, corresponding, perhaps,
to the Latins, Sabines, and Etruscans)
old ways of sorting who takes, who gives, who makes

{affected acknowledgment of truth, a faker says
in all his cliché's about God being thanked or praised,
this public person says thank Darwin,  which is stupid,
honest. Smart kids think that's stupid. }

When conflicts occur,
old divisive ideas reoccur,

acknowledge, nod, knowing
(Tites, Ramnes, and Luceres,
corresponding, perhaps,
to the Latins, Sabines, and Etruscans)

Means, mental use of reasoning tools,
practicing sharing comforting resources:

springs and grottos of evanescent beauty
"the promise of happiness."

What's happening here? Retro tribal whyning,
twang on thinking thanks and praise value,
tanks
on the open exchange, invisible hands and all.

Excusing ignorance, ever just the thing needed,
silent shift of the head, tilt a little, feel a need

not met on the playing fields of Eton, nor
faced on high school gridiron mind firming fields,
cotton, after the jungle, view across paddies,
times bumps begin to settle, stompin' cotton,
for some union busting conglomerate water use
grange kinda local tribes share to veterans
old faithful pruners plumb through olives,
ever' year, we'shere labor, machines do okeh…
all white, ready for harvest, circa 1611 certainties,
ratio of full spectrum sunshine
to candle lit focus,
what changes, from the bottom,
two degrees of recognized next to this is that,
then this and that, and so on, until,
line upon line
the visual expanse is filled, with all we pay attention
to hold as an ever after once holding, being held
-in contextual acceptability, let go be
let that kind of mind, the seer of the far away
all we do know, we do by knowing look to see,
bait cast  upon the pond, we wait,
and as we know, we observe the transition.

Opposing views, as with any angle on abysmal
realities structured with attention paid dreads,
essential for a while, seeing looking back,
I can understand, but certain seasons,
combing a child's hair for it's first barber visit,
combining the community usefulness idea,
compleating conforming whorl calls, which
way one parts one's hair, is determined there,

top of the dome of the skull, see, that spin,
causes the dominating energy at any body's core.\

Take courage, free speech, even liars have it, good
use of lying, to be fair, a more discrete concept, good
knowledge, withheld, saying I don't know,
ha aha, gotcha like, eh,
shared, free, it makes perfect peace.
Instants accumulate and seem shared…
new translations, of ancient known knowns
said to mean some crazy jealous god kakatastical

wisdom underlying all known ecclesiastical authority,
stinky solid waste repays
borrowed energy to soil,
toil takes time paid for me to redeem, free, take
no sweat, the hard part was translation,
social divisions as old as narrations
excuse differing, if-fine
we must join minds
to define new terms, deferred hope,

fails at core uses focused
for fear centrally snakey,
in place of wisdom, the tree,
life, the force, truth the tie that binds the vine to walls.
Mind's made up to tell the children's children, soon.
Wisdom's wines all mingle in the streets, immune
to any dilution from corrupted twists in held faiths, bets

that later is better, seeing the sunny side up, better

already, one reader readying another reading trial,
does the idea self propagate, another thinking, yes,

there is a social structure in creation, mindtimespace,

three sons, or three daughters, the storied old wives,
taling
tunnels funneling into empty gopher holes, sparkling
with autumn dew on harvest day, clear sky

tis the day to bring in the hemp and make ready,
the seasoning turning all the tunnels of sap around,
right angled re-alizating weaves woven in times
crucified upside down, did the mystery unveil,
Cephas, see, we do not wish to confuse prayers
focusing on Petra, for whys we cannot say, we know,

but trust me, the Pharisees will still call you Peter,
hang with me, we're in the mud, just
past the sea of reeds,  in the mind

formed using the Nag Hamadi library,
Republic was in there,
hidden, in hope, in fact, obvious use of future
expectancy, pushing reasons used
in valuing time
spent
slowly
still, breathing thoughtlessly, no efforting called for,
easy being mortal mind, safe and sound, no madding
crowd acting like lunatic hounds of heaven chasing,

Sunday morning, comin' down blues, away.

In the hall outside my door, as I am quiet, happily
ignored, by cause, being known for not fooling,

when re-ality allows my feet back on solid ground,
I am convinced that when I believed my side, good,
won, worth killing all for God to sort,
and settle it,
who is chosen
who must believe otherwise?
Wanna fight about it, like dogs?

My cultural only hope future,
fractured as old Machts dunes,
shifting ifs and ands,
Wille zur
in the old excuses
for war minded faith guardians narrative,
historical evidence of popular hero's,
pledged child's worth, true trier's honor,
Jungian complexity archipelagos, made of Legos,

zoom out, the artist's own fovea dilatated in a we
form, awe, as if a cute kitten on X, elicits response,
- a waste free addition to the genre
- invisible art depicting invisible reason for war

the light of knowing used, the shade
of knowledge hidden from children fed Peter Pan
instead of Skippy, believe me, there's sales data,

Hidden Persuaders, not plastics, radio, kid, invest
in radio, and lo, within the span of one long generation,

adaptability prevails, and the ancient key confuters
unlocked, 'dhe proto eu. First joy use, aha, I know.

The story told from Jesus insider POV, my sheep hear
my voice and will not follow another, my three little pigs,
would follow me, too. I think of them as food, well fed.

So, fleece me once, fleece me twice, eat the rams,
leave one nice kid to later befriend the old goat,
and learn to smell the randiness in season,

I once prayed with a man who was raised
in a *******, his name was Randy, really

messed up for a long time, but very spiritually
aware of pleasures pricing structures, developed
under rare circumstances, any where, but where,
whatever's next is paid for in the upgrade, think it
such shaping all encompassing norms re occur,
as much like hurricanes or dust devils as any may

imagine, real mind shaping gale force waves and winds,

some crucifix seen scene, Jesus looks down,
winks, and gives me pause, to recollect the right use,
no press, wrinkle free, contextual stretching point.
idle time redemption as a penance, for science,
mere whatifery, trying, not efforting, doing being

open source.
Means any AI abiding by Alta Vista U'lldoI'llgorithms

Almight, in focused hopes to shout, aha,
and laugh, Eureka, good as gold,
make the intention in the working
live and breathe, U make up my minds.

Threaded dread,
Pattern cognition,
same stories twisting across worth
value balance means and ways
whereby we reach across walls,

into the conversation confused
with seeking reliable religamentation,

tie me kangaroo down, mate,
tie me didgeridoo, too, there's a hard
rain, it's gonna fall, we all told a lie, too long.

Hi, I'm the voice of Johnny Gravel,
calling all you adrenalyn junkies, come, believe
your eyes, as we watch death defying stunts,

too incredible to imagine, until it's real,
TONIGHT AT YOUR VERY OWN TERMINAL
location.
At wait state, imagining fame,
or blame and shame, game wide,

the whole world sees the spelling wrong,
and life ends in another needless tragedy,
we see them everyday, we must imagine,

some day,
that's something I can do something about,
before it is
too late,

jest in place, laugh it off, halfasstry, whine
as the wind rips off the tin roof, why
we never moved, we cannot say,

things just happened this away.

Daily on recollection of what you are,
Teach finding found in retrospect.
Automimic transmissive self.
Didache epiousion,
pursue our own happy state,
taking the granted goodwill done.

Cosmic inspiration,
not bread alone, teach each phraze
enough good sense
to feel a way
when darkness sets in,
to stay,
do not attempt
to change station
when suicides, all say, see, told you,
all the ones we know, and some I didn't,
linger as reminders spun
to when lives end,
unfinished, abruptly,
by entropic right,

step outside the fire circle,
be swallowed by the night,
step farther into the night,
be swallowed by the stars.

Feel the massive black hole,
spinnorially tying edges
to themselves, up
goes down, in
goes out,

ever, as far as
mortals are concerned.

Living at a gallop,
the last mile of the way,
laughing at whys nearly lost
in my dust of disintegrable missed
opportunities to force pi on phi,
making flowers open ever so
slowly in sunshine dust so
fine one must believe so

simple a child can hold the idea, as
sunbeams hold motes for eyes to see.

Galloping away,
dopplering an oscillating
instance recalculation allowing
a second glance to hold a century.

Agree to testing,
partaking not in legal usery,
calling the whole truth to judge.

Full measure for a life well lived.
Envy not the talent, know the meaning,
weight to cost of potential use for something.

You, there, listen,
lend me your ears,
let me hear your take on precise measures.

In spirit form, we may imagine, we are,
on either side of the loop thrown
around us, was it once said,

dang me, ' oughta take a rope…
hang me cut me up in pieces,
let me symbolize the cost
of FREEDOM, in will, fall
in love and wonder,
why so many lie,

she threw me for a loop, like
a centrifugal railroad mag-levitating
behind a star tied in macro manifestation.

Yet, the whole thing remains beautiful,
at scale.


Ink, where no ink is,
skin, where no skin is,

lifestyle game divisions,
fans only, believers only,

wordless worship paid
as attention, aimed at that,
training taken in after domes
enclosed crowds as big as Athens,

when Socrates corrupted the youth
in training to become guardians called

by God to honor their constant pledge,

and then,
Jesus
appears, with signs and wonders,

and the messengers make evident
the degree of authority involved,

good will, of the highest order,
most complete good will there

ever was, ever before, done
on earth, as it ever is in heaven.

Or, the story is unbelievable.

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2024 Ai advises one to know:
a talent's worth is variable, by use

Ancient Israel: used to describe the value of gold and silver used to build the tabernacle in 34 Kg chunks.

New Testament times: used the unit to represent a substantial sum of money, equivalent to 20 years’ wages for a common worker or valued between $1,000 to $30,000 today
Ask your titular agent teaching you,
In the famous parable, who passes the test in Psalm 15, using foreknowledge?