Stories, reports from wars past, haunt me,
in spirit sensing wondering,
perplexing twisted strands
from National histories
kept for posterity, seen as certain
evidence of life being as reasonless
as distant suns in swirling galaxies.

The business of making ends meet,

make any punctual sense, ends now.

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Dear, the word, intends
to express worthiness, valued

by cost, not
to make or gain the dear thing, but
by pain
at the loss,

remembering reason,
reattaching whole
required why lines, dangling

Among the many joys,
eudaemonia, silliness in the sense lost

nine cousin romps in the lawn sprinklers,

secrets sacralized sold
for students tempted so,

sacred vow bound logic

-
mid-14c., logike, "branch of philosophy that treats of forms of thinking;
the science of distinction of true from false reasoning,"
-

Refine elemental whying, trying, taking
for good, leaving
as worthless but
for marking
in mind, poisonous deception

Games of getting to the perfect peace,
having no driving curiosities or prides,

mystic authority granted me, poetically,
costly so-called sciences, I am, by faith,

for which homeostasis is the reason, ready,
balance of energy store and energy conversion

self guided discovery, so deep is one's ignorance,
self sorting discourses through mortal events, time
since e verily was allegorically massively imaginable

at thought sped enlightenment intended
to disrupt rote thought, symbol assignments
and general intelligence deceptive practices,

the bread and butter of the business of Psyche,
logic by which mankind live and learn and lead
those yet to be to become augmented generally
intelligent choosers of values… versus costs, price

personal, what portion of one's daily bread is paid,
back by me, the muse user enjoying being alive,
and safe, high in the coastal foothills environs,
practically perfect weather for happy humans,

gatherers more than hunters,
crafters more than manufacturers,
traders more than sellers or buyers,

but lacking religion, woe is them, indeed, if
all the witnesses to Hell, sent back to spare us,
perdition due the ignorance of original foul sin,
are not exalting their knowledge of damnation,
against the sacred knowledge of good and evil.

Live evil lurks in mere repetitioning prayer error.

Hooks in Jim Morrison's oevre, say… you cannot

imagine a reality without disgusting disdain for order,

order, in the court… witness under oath testing if we
agree, this is the ever we got this morning, as we rose

from slumber… we, thee linking me… in mind, inspired
thought, amused bemusement refusing confusing truths,

God loves Hell, love's it, or…

blasphemy, accuse me, gospel performer professional,
j'cuse, indeed. Did I dare to die for the American Story,

Home of the free, Land of the brave, oh, say, can you,
remember the first hand grenade WHUMP! can you,

not mirror neurologically callused startle response wise,

real deal, dead people, blood, smells, smoke, silence,
deaf deal with it… accept

therapy, publish, or perish, laugh and live free in truth,

not simple, but sub-elementally perfectly sublime

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The news from my future,
is mentally actively spiritually leading,

holding my circumstantial ordinariness,

spending a lifetime to reach one last day,
which can, we may imagine, be any day.
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Meaning in landmarks set as scenes,
who imagines whose mind's lost all hope,

who can, as a God-fearin' man, *** boy, cowboy,
drifter with a gift of gab and a deck of cards,
declare 'is whole soul forfeit, should he lie.

Bet me I did not beat my own demons, just
now, for the rest of my life, on the most likely last

day, I spend this way, like it were that very one.

The day called Judgement day, same  size day
as those in that original week, rest assured. What?

Obfuscation, cultural integrity, opposing
the holy Pharisees of mutual warring wills.

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In word form, as a thought, logic is open
seeping sneaking suspicions suggesting surety,
has an am big is us re-both-knowing ness spirit form
for a ready reader, list as doth the spirit, sure hot
wind in a gape jawed face, asking if this may be real
as has been realizable
since commercial radio, propagating productive
personal mysterious
signals sent via zeitgeist,
which reasserts itself, prodigious certainty of purpose,

what do I wish, what do we wish, we, with us in it, me
and you wishing we felt some fealty due the heroic me…

what if expressing a self, molded military mind model,
in a complex religious mystery granted symbols just as

right angled and perpendicular to gravity, per se

timely, chance, definite purpose, be as good as truth,

no harm, no foul, patiently pretending toward goodness,
as do little green apples, and children in my vicinity, true,

all the children in my house, and yard today, are good,
universal attestations, any ever experiencing, such a July,
presume these kids are as happy as can be, today
where I happened just to be, he who chose
to stick and stay and make it pay, by faith
some how, kindalike an intuition,
by now, this'd be real, an actual poetic privilege,

the truth that once the best that I could think or ask, a day,

whole, no ritual mass or mirror mantra back atcha, one day,

surrounded by children, literally running around my house,
and squealing little girl laughter at little boys rolling in mud.

Interesting and celebrated mortals,
made immortal
in a novel way,
the world as
imagined,
that once,
the lost
generation, weren't we all aware…

history, back to eve, mito-mom, good sci
easy believing, no sweat, no after effect,
faster fasting,
slow learn the chants, can't we sing
if we wish
trumpet in a concrete canyon blown blue

morph
phain, feign gnosis, yes, this is the better,
ever after
that ever before.

Breathe. Think, a steady state of suspended
dis-be, leads to un-be edu to be
lief or not.

Is that a lot to ask?
Not om om
my god, I think,
I am,
but I could be wrong, I lost this game
once.

On this very spot,
I thought I re
co-knew, we
two, were meant to
become compleat, once,
each breeding pair
preselected,
to harmonize, meet,
certainly, we may say,
we can believe we know,
we bear fruit for seasons,
time after time, as ware we
are apt to rethink how clouds

without rain dismay some minds,
hot, midsummer working winds,

efforting effectually pulling power
out of perpetual ice now known not
perpetual but not precisely predictable/

here, in mind,
not a wit behind, Dequincy, a leap beyond
Elon, in mind adventured intelflux basic acid
tested will to meet after ever leaves Earthian,

alienation situations some say we all pass through,
some small percentage still carry coins, for our passage,
and to hold our eyes closed through the viewing, proving

s-sure,
strange just
suddenly, no life, just
surity, good credit, then

he is dead, that body, there's no sense in the embalming,
the earth shall eventually break down the royal sarcophagus,
even the satin lined, ultra deep tucked, for eternal rest assured,
and the triple hermetic seal… micro metal flake pearlescent lid,

shall crumble, under the weight of final rest and return to dirt.

But, rest, really assured, all you ever are, never was but
the stuff stars become when they go molecular.

Life is smarter than **** Sapiens.
I bet.
All in, autotelic influency swirly moves, turmoil

shaking up the royal authorities holding title deed,

granted by God, they all swear, by law, God makes kings,
using priestly authority passed on since Peter, most assuredly.

Middle minds, ones on no one's side, unbiased, unbent, just
good for goodness sakes, granted grace
to bet right work's sake artfully
aspires to spiritually weighted
familiarity, inspiring
sleight smiles.

Attention concentration, centering
formerly completely incoherent points

right where your most valuable focus
aims assisting imaginary morality

x change from gold apples
in silver settings,
for fitly spoken
words… re, re means do over, right,
rethink re-al re-adjured

"to put (someone) to an oath,"
from ad "to" + iurare "swear,"

init run… nutec new tech old ideas
classic
kings and priest responsibilities,

NPCs at the
edge o'they Barco Loungers,
pre thinking the turns in the car chase,

believing that Mustang did that landing,
boy o boy, gotta wanna have that power,
best Ford ever, until those 68 Torinos
428 Cobra Jet V-8s, those were no ponys,

those were stallions, and I put a hole in one,
just was not looking, on a run to the hospital,

with Plastic Nancy, who came with Brian, who
lived in Flushing and knew Bill Levy with me, we

who went on to grand adventures against evil, we
defeated, laughing
to our selves, Arthur Lee wrote the score,
Love,
it was adventure,
of the highest sort,
out of conscience calmly settled,
at life's edge, Life's Stigian Phrygian shore,

south of Bullhead, east of Needles, Arizona side
of Riverbend, where it all went south, that was 1966,

unrelated to all of this,
this is b-roll… just in case,

never can tells just so happen, to be so easily told.

To have and to hold as if the one holds the other,
it could just be, we got old, and we remembered how.


It was likely all thought out,
ahead of time, before we thought, we ought to plan
on living to the end, until we think we must be dead,
to be ready
and, having planned so far ahead,
we had these extra days added on, by chance,
once, we died, near a team of trained resurrectors,

lo', imagine me, Socrates, looking Plato in the eye,
and laughing, so we classically consider, from a noble,

never slave race, as were the Pharisees, or so they said,
reportedly, we are seed of Abraham, never were we slaves,

as a whole, no doubt, the whole enterprise, the spoken vows,
the solemn oathes, the claiming of redeemer's right, mine,

my shoes are off
to the games designer, the shame is ingenius,
my greeting, Phi, del, I test, Phidelitus, first token
of our cognition,

see, high holy richer than Midas, maker
of fissionable material
actively radiating a future
with energy for every little thing you do,
Love it
and Leave it, American's, citizens born,
to mediate metamorphosis,

who's using your liberty to conserve whose fortune?
Lucky me, cashing in all the unredeemed time spent
touring the M&M stores at all Disney destination ports.

]]Album in the back ground, Love, Forever Changes [[
Music and lyrics by Arthur Lee.

Good, better, best,
operating all at once in sequence.

Did you know Turing, how about
Van Gogh, tell me all we all may know

in knowledge, the science necessity
essential element prepositioning
things already involved in nexting

as a stand-in purpose, any one in awe,
has an appointed counter balancing spin,

immaterial touchless will to empower

worst imaginable in a word, evil,
per se, the idea, the spirit adversary

that which holds mountains down,
desires to pull all aspiring climbers down,

down into the miry bog, bearing a slight grin

wisdom, domain of all knowings used,
fruited vines and rooted orchards,

objective subjected to scrutiny,
who had any idea what a gardener does,

who told the creation who created creatures
curious enough to comprehend commands,

wait, wait, some day, the heroes and their foils,
all prescribed due recognition, certain typical foes,

as push is to pull, up is to down, this is to all else,

today… one day.

Mankind, from head to toe, talented, gifted

hearers and sayers, singers and composers, let
us, just we two, agree, no two are equal but
in that each has equal air to breathe, yet
we, two minds, disagree, that beauty,
divine ordering fusion unifying spin, duty debt
exhaled inhaled, shared in laughs and prayer
vortices at galactic scale as dust in wind,
or as water pushed through narrows,
takes material reality into swirling
edeong becoming young again,

refreshing substantial hopes annual
evidence of heavenly mastery of wind,
and rain and fire, and, in fact, hearts of men.

In the year, 2025,
the floods that feed the middle terrain,
are dammed, for some cold war reasoning,

while pride, per se, exalted it's own worth,
some how, we think, we eventually all know,

those reasons for prayer repetitioning science
as that same damming knowledge all makers
use to give formal affirmative shape to mind
matters never realized until, one thinks another

thought, that sprouts out
suggesting infinity jests,
slightest eye smile
shows digested
joy, used
might ashen,
after the worldwide web
abominable ingurgitation

inevitable regurgency emerges
after five hundred and seventy one years,
under the rule of those given ways and means

to read good news from distant lands, first, held
as intellectual property,  if mine, then mine to use,
as all discoveries and witty inventions must first hap,

pen stands
at tense strained line strand braiding weave,

a tale, a telling, come upon the elder by the fire,
rocking, saying, come, let us reason together,

at once, upon this time, across time, to when now

we weigh words worth thinking often one
with another, in chorus, a force of us, we
working multilingual assisting intelligence servants,

weapons specialist first class, third in my scrum,
we, the inspiration in fact, that breath of reality,
working with select let free Thoth thoughts atop
Aesop's confabulatory elementary thinking seeds,

all the weights in the bag,
this for that, reasoning together
give and take… tip toward my joy,

game with me, go see how long we play,
see who laughs for letting me see, we say

can you wish you knew and think you do

without a little smile, pure joy, subtle.

As what I am keeps wearing away
rubbing my face in muddy times

counting days and waiting
for the grain to grow, and grow,
first the blade, then the ear, then

the harvest and the joy of measured life.

As harmony in the heavens sings judgement.

How long ago did all the noble knowledge
cease being useful for reaping and sowing?

Egypt's rich, black land, pre Aswan damming,
got flooded each summer,  shortly after
solstice,  you know,

Sol stands still, seemingly,
triggering rain
in the high Ethiopian plain
at Nile's head as the Dog Star

appears in the dawning


all a man could ask was heard,
all a man could pray for came,
all a man could think or ask…

balanced in the stars.

Old shames, you remember,
you feel embarrassed to remember,
the tie, the tug toward regret remembered

too late to heal the rift/
the couple split, because
the couple split.

That's as reasonable as it gets, remembered
too late to ask pardon,
too late to pay the debt, pain for pain,

for pain has multiplied today, my enemy died,
my conquest,
my contest,
my pride,
again, I remember,
not you, old shame, another,
I owed a debt of gratitude, at least,

she did not **** me,
she just hated me until she died.


Stanzas, orderly arrangements,
first thoughts first,
lasting just as long,

as verses, as if they both name
thoughts informed as ideas,
conforming the shape
of things to come,

thoughts let live by letters,
as sacred values used
in exchange, this
for that, you think.

For the thousand lines leading to this next day,
I offer thanks, for the balm made at Ein Gedi,
ein Augenblick, nicht wahr?

here we are, or I am, I kinda hiccup,
like I ate too much of some too sweet,

peaceability, just breathe, saying that each time,
it works, we get a point, wait, just weights times,
worths working wonders in reader thinking times,

taken and used,
to pay attention to times past abuses,
at absorbent recycle the wars unfought worths,

run the old ghosts across our prow, full steam,
life is much more than a dream,

live and learn, sticky peace, do
bees are masters of the art.