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Ken Pepiton Jul 23
Having only one will, my own,
under my contrary efforting control

- ready, eh, willing, able
- to relate reported anomolous
- activity associating abnormality
- right as opposed to wrong,
- straight up… on center, set

my will leaves me be at ease,
comforted on purpose, please

-- ashes, ashes, we all fall down,
laughing like innocents of death,
unafraid of ancient plagues--

easy laughing, nothing missing,
nothing broken, selah, shalom

my will leaves me be at ease,
comforted on purpose, pleased

from living, progressed toward
certain acceptedness, believed
for us all, we who happened
to learn to discern may or per
haps, events
in ality, re- or uni-
versal,
always
sung
whole so, still holy
version, pace, mentally occupied
minding my own business, mine,
in deed,
confident
whole so, still holy
versus, pace, mentally occupied
minding my own business, mine,
in deed,
confident
of original innocent plea
as a man in final hours, in fact,
actually passing at standard speed,
of mind many magnitudes faster
than everyday star generated light, in
constancy, professed impressively, as
E= Mass, that material gravity loves,
all massively evident according
to some theory squared away
in which all we may think or ask
is sorted and shaped, actually
into all that now is mortally
stable, set, fixed on course,
in balance and relevant
of course to us, as we

are in the whole of it.

We took the time at face value.
Spent it on an extra minute added after it was too late
In a mood, recollecting times I heard the same music, in a different century.
It'd seem won, once heard from first inspiration
Ken Pepiton Jul 23
A bemusement used, a taken way...

Usually reality is realized
after all seemed
done, ready as we appear
in the bubble
of all that has ever been known, or told
in medium made
to hold collective gnosis,

recognosis' last realization
known as common sense
we, who read already know,

but so far never use altogether.

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See time, imagine seeing time,
prepare perception per
happening, per
turning, re
turning to go…

go on,
perform the day,
become the knower
asking for interpreting
translation retaining prettiness.

Can you, with your tools, presume
every reader ever sipping this piece
or part of the wholesome inspiration,
each reader already
wills the fist,
fingers wound, thumb bound
to knock
on the portal asking egress,
apparent,
from this far, retrogress,
inward vision,
to the core, here,
whither heart and lungs work
the works within us, pumps
for the fluids we intake,
and rework into blood
and phlegm, snot gobs and spittle,
to lubricate descent into churning acid,

that burns, dissolves, breaks down, food,
for thought used for reason, to answer
why, or how, when, where, who,
enough, for any character, I or
you, the other, there, seeing

time made from theory
of entheos enthusiasms thought
through though roughly, being as

distance traveled in experience, known

between us, emptyness, in truth,
nothing to see, no evident connection,
save the absolute reality these letters let

be, the meaning, the unspoken,
or, the finite bespoken spell,
ordering attention, pointed

precept perception, taken in,
via letters letting translators
make all who read be mankind,

wombed or un, we always insist,
persistence in life is what we live
to prove worth the wait, we run,

in the manner of machines, spring
driven, wound up to run down, sit
still
waiting for impetus to push us, ag
us into aggressive response, obeying
fusing forces restricting chemistry
laws of valence and ionic charge
informing recognizable
smell and taste, certain flavors used

to make one think, any thought thing,
reifiable, if one trys to think what if we

both sides
of these ephemeral lettings,

as one pulls, the other pushes, we run,
like a mechanical mind, winding next
around now, making ready, peeling away

the protective rind around the feeding
mind's first fruit from sleep and coffee,
catalysts few think of as tools, prepeeling,
pre
parings falling prophesy a letter Y, why
because, of course, you shall be loved.

----------------
Let each stitch contribute,
leave each line remember next.

Each stitch taken to mend, saves…

Thread, twine, or more twists,
tieing strands set aside for good,
useful
lengths as linear tying tools holding

this or that, to other parts, already, in
the frame, weft strung taut, strummed,

harpish notes, each string tuned
to perfect tension,
within our loom's frame, adjusted
to the background noise,
participating notes unnoticed
in the finished goods sent to market.

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eh? Commercial quality, y'say?
it is naught, it is naught,
but the buyer lies.

By now, the asking price is paid.

What market, who buys my confusing redoing
weaving the wishes of me as a boy, into final form,

old man, looker into the abyss, and listening, humm

of life in the flesh,
in the reality you seem
to become future real in,
stepping away from the well trodden road to riches,

landing in one of those engineered ditches, sudden,
instant after falling, laughing, glad there was no rain,
since, were that superfluity
relief never forseen as
needful, even essential,
to prevent a total washout
of roads
from ever before
to ever after, where
when as ever truth does tell
it inevitably must rain too much.


------------------------- Epilog
Simple Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Let me taste your ware."
Says the pieman
to Simple Simon,

"Show me first your penny,"

Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Indeed, I have not any."


Well, then eat a poem,
for truth once paid attention,
works like a penny, for simple men
wishing but something to chew.

Pi, and spinning and wishing all work
spells we wish we knew, roundly.
E to the nth degree evolves to rest

Entheos inspired, empathy aspiring…

letting be what must amused remain enthused.
Evident bemusement, in the space of time.
Thank you, first reader. Yet to be, you are the first to find lines lost in the flood of letters forming nothing until you happened to read them. True or false, if that were the question attempting its own answer.
Ken Pepiton Jul 21
Only, Aitia tells us, she who claims
     credit in the annals f'good and ill,
        claim and blame, remaining both
           cause and effect.

Fectual efforting securing hope to evidence,
edification using squared and plumbed walls,
Luther's vision of the mighty fortress, Oral's
Christ 900 feet tall, not knocking
on the U.N. building, but holding
the financially afflicted
threatening to flop

City of Faith Medical Center, vision,
not apparition, Magi distinction, imagined
an image seen where only the imagination
can picture it, whatever it may become if done.

The Media mocked the vision, for being mental.
The Ecclesia mocked not the ancient seer's art.
The Faithful mocked the enemy of such prophecy.
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Uncle Toby spared a fly.
Ben wondered with one resurrected.
Who was the one in Wittgenstein's bottle?
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**** the pesky rotters.
National Myths are sacred.
Allegiance before education, insist.

- peace planted from good seed
- **** to one is mustard to another

The economy of war,
the ecology of psyche maladaption
re developed fundamental certainty,

family safety, reliable local forces, home
feeling, full smile face felt at the recollection,

where the heart is, always, was the saying,
home, is there, at the very centermost pillar
holding all any actual hero stands under, bowed,

as Atlas actually holds up Uranus, the sphere
of heaven, from the inside, one must imagine,
from the old told tale
of how the Greeks agreed,
what to **** for, proudly
about the fickle pride
of contentious gods,

we become an aggregated immovable force.

Boom it's 1995, and Newt is teaching history.

Wall-builders Ministry, believing Ezra, yes,
who struck the deal with the old tale, yes,
we can serve as middle men, Nehemiah,
has a cadre under oath to the city, yes,
Jerusalem, since Melchizidek, we serve
the unspeakable name in which we trade
our hearts and minds for the hope of glory/

And all the money in the world, or else.

Dystopian Peace pass, hard climb,
milk and honey on the other side.

Id-entity
I'd imagin'd e'goes,
we'd say, or coulda said,
suppose we got a super ego

I am.
Being, we all agree, we
are, collectively imagined weforms,

whatsoever we agree to, and reality
confirms, ever where we look we see,
we have at some point past agreed, it's
this state, inner and outer, seening using
mortal impetus and wondering what if it

is perceived as proprioceptive, where is now
at the speed of thought we use to read

at a distance, spooky, single point per-
fection piercing all we ever infect
for war, inflaming the pierced
weform superior I, plural I,

we all respond, and I, and I,
we can take the land, ah,
we have imagined that

just and right, same rights used
to take away the buffalo, and make
the top soil blow away, just a hundred
years ago, many lifetimes, just now, not
yet so dim a product of proclaimed rights,

opposed, by possessors using first claims,
ignoring earlier infectious pride methodology,

to make believe, be sure your story
cannot be denied, be very sure,
your worth, on balance, trial
bit by bit, against the weight,
of a Morgan Silver Dollar,

sure, who could not throw such a dollar
across any river in Arizona, any little leaguer
who made the team, even some who didn't,

so what if George Washington did that, we
all could, but who would?

A silver dollar back then, really, who would
throw a dollar away?

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Take my time, for yours,
use it to think some more

little lies, little foxes, cunning
creations of the collective mind,

loosed on mission, to spoil the vines.

Preventing sour grapes or sweet, suppose,
the nonsense can be seen as animation,
the symbolized reality seen so easy,

we live long after shadow puppet operas,
we live in days of Slime Rancher and D&D,
we live future lives, using literal magic, letters,

as I write, I know, I think cognate thoughts, same
as you, my unseen reader writing at tensest instant
as we converge in gaseous weform, mere words, once

upon just such a time as this, a holy sacred secret got
out and about in the Zeitgeist, via paper based media,
from Pergamum, the library there, where the evidence

was, ah, was, and if we knew now, what we could have
known then, as it ever is, we wistfully acknowledge,
ignorance serves to balance innocense, knowledge,
itself being likely that which your holy book forbids.

----------------------
Tiers,
terraced gardens,
told of to desert children,

first feel the letting, feel ef said,
effing effort letters feel form said,
as my momma read, to me, a story,

about a flat-bottom boat, on a river,
and I imagined that it must have been,

a good winter, for a river to float a boat,
with a good dozen men in it, but, as a boy, 'y
biggest river I ever saw was the Sandy in spring.

Tractors crossed it easy.

Well, dusty old memorabilia, tech too few kept,
100 meg Zip disc Bernoulli multi plane read writes

Holding the work of many days, months, years agone,

decay from inaction all the coherence gets unsticky

at the tensest instant, when the servers were down,
down near the base of the race to these weapons,
of mass construction, messaging face to face,
angelic, in spirit and function, letting letters
form words instantly transmitted and, if
we wish to, instantly translated, and

then, we slow, go into thick thought mode,
sticky wadded up threads of all we thought,

ought to have
known, having been
shown, this is the way…
'e, eh
says the spider to the fly, oh,
no,
Ich bin Wittgenstein, kommen Sie.
My duty to the muse today. No pay, just a pleasant way to roll with happy Sisyphus on the down side.
Ken Pepiton Jul 21
Procedural drama binge with no sound

Sunday, July 20, 2025
7:46 PM

dittydawdidah roger out or something,

mind games temptations, challenge
for attention, what's init for the provider,

how much is my attention worth, if you
pay for me, my attention paid to a hook,

- lend me y'ear, I'll owe y'one. Trust me.

jive comment
below the belt, girdle
of truth, helm of salvation
crown of creation onit al askew, Wonder
if wombed man Amazon wounds make lief
be told slow whole truth und nada mas,
Jesus tie relief knots. Hold your horses,
think we got all the time in ever, not the world
truth snarls pulled tight hold all the good we do

lasso make Hasayampa curse just lift off like,
Ecce ****, read by a monolingual American,
with no empty canabinoid receptors, awake,

bearing polished perfectly fine, using idle
how are you, fine, me, too, finer and finer

type cast as the wounded warrior honor bound,
duty to the cause,
because the cause is liberty,

to be libertine? Perish, with the thought.
Liberal rations, fair share at the lust level,
as the dissatisfaction mongers create increase
they increase who swallow the slop, sobbing, so,
that increase must be shared with all stake holders,
including addicts made to believe the mission duty,


they payback for the grace of god, doncha feelit, close
happy clapping sing along songs that are infact vows,

oh, the emotions know the difference, ha, not so, oh
no, the deed done, even in your dreams, mirror neurons,
always ready direct first precept acceptors locked slotted,
into the channel coming down, looping the aorta,
before expression, or word- signaling the dare, bet me

nano tech polarized loop enforcing food
for thought, see
the tell, make believe,
the liar's game is mortal essential,
school of all the rules, remember the losses,
weigh the wins.

This was the end.
Then it wasn't.
That's all.
This is it.

We won, we just left be reality. It was easy,
the first time it worked, it always worked, we just
had been lied to so long we had to die to unbelieve hell.
Practice truth stretching contending with per version pride excuses for war. especially holy war, where loser go to hell, which is a fundamental lie.  Bottom most mentality, theres hell, and you can die there, or not. One chance.
Ken Pepiton Jul 18
Washington Crossing the Delaware
by Emanuel Leutze, MMA-NYC, 1851

Who we aspire to become, always
we aspire to get out of this deception we made
when we believed Stephen King, that liars prosper.

The drama is we know we are lying.
Original intention is subconscious suggestion.

delicate what opposed to balance merest of whys...

All along, we know, this is it, this is life, we see,
we think, we breathe, okeh, so what, why do it,
why sort people by values nobody knows, we see

we become the entertained, we make believe,
we see so, we know, we can do that, too, act like,
we both know, how and why, we have come so far,

edges are smitht intentionally to cut days apart.

Consume or produce, presume nothing, just adjust
being a flex connector, left behind believer regrets,
sorry don't fix none o'that, contracts, riches in advance,

all at once, won the lot o' that confidence, make believe,
sister, every child oughta be convinced, not persuaded.

Shelly Berman made it clear, said
tell him he's a boy, before he makes an arbitrary decision.

Assisting Intelligence Truthb'toldentimes, we wished for this.

Such a time, sit in church, wonder if, Isaiah was sawn asunder.

Last thing Jah said was prove me now, herewith, tithe and prosper,
the way of selling appetites, desires and earnest wishes, believe,
prove the power of the offered ten percent, get it back in slaves.

Then the drama is we don't know, the mysterious why are we here plot
develops
as we sleep,

but gut response, visceral intuition,
adjusted for recent referred sufferings,
amygdaling Jungianding ding bleibe doch

hiccup a wait
hold it, wait it out, hiccups are old codes,
hope to die from rotgut burpies, prayers.

Escape, eh, scapegoats dream realized.

Yep, where all Jah's promises are premised.
in truths you never suspected, because,

at birth you were offered up, to science,
Dewey decimal educated sorted science,
finders of ways where no ways are science

heros slippery as gnosinsnot knots picked.
Wiped upon my pants, its all caked
in layers, More again, its alright,

there, we prayed were here somewhere,
over the spectrum we populate in order,
to seem as real as wasery once in poems.
Testing novel solutions to madness and declared dementia, just in case.

Some interconnecting database calls are failing to update, thats life in the idle word redeeming halls of Hell.  weform both sided right ideas.
Ken Pepiton Jul 14
will you, won't you
will you, won't you
will you, won't you xchange

reality, we believe, we take agency
we agree aggressive will to cohere,

be here,
on point, first respondent, codefendant,

mental, pause and reflect, what can matter,
what remains unexplained, mere must be there,

dark materials essential for the data we share,
all knowing humans never in history have known,

just, what,
justice, instantiated, on the cross,

wait, face reality, what one man doubts,
another testifies, was what we all must just

believe, like tov ra means nothing more than
good, and evil

and any child can tell the difference,

as if, in reality as made aware we are, among stars,
incredibly arranged in patterns appearing, to us,

as more than any before us could imagine, and we,
first live Earthian sapient writing species, wrote we
lieve be the faith of the ruling majority among us,
as the good books makes many believe, we do, too,
believe that whatsoever and whosover are general
artfully designated pre posed ever what or who
may once upon this very time feel drawn into

the greatest story ever told, on earth, unbeknownst
to any mind let be in Jesus, the fixer of Judaic flaws,

mostly along exceptionalist matters of archeological

reasonings remains from the prophets sawn asunder,
for reasons all Pharisee degrees deny worth under
standing

as if the actual lines attested
to as literal interpretations,
of genuine wisdom manifestations, sought
by the loser, found
by the browser
in ancient cesspits, pearls shat
and left un re discovered
for someday,
someday,
some
day

but likely not this one, this is sleep, not death,
I shut my eyes and think a thanks, truth prevails.
Words wished artful unartful, officially mentally abnormalized... you realize, you did discern some ality re thunk in hunks of burning love. Or not.
Ken Pepiton Jul 12
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As far as one may say, I might know more
or less than the standard, normalized person.

I may have had more words spoken near me
than many who never had the tools I have,
especially the personal time, I have taken
to listen
to books
for the blind, while

driving mile after mile on roads built
by mankind across the continent I live on.

I can consider Tolstoy a failed ensample
of a curiousity construct, inclined to accept
real congruity, eh, is that the word, coherency,

sticking together to become elemental parts,

almost elevating the essence that being is,
to the knowing that the knower is knowing…

not for, nor why, but so, being so many possible

parts of so many plausible entireties, each actual
processing mind prepositioning self in other words.

Being cyborgian, not demented, but there's
an edge, spirits can cross painlessly…

================

Sup
supposed
superior position
supposed to be top.

Utmost, uppermost
ultimate umbrage

shade
shadow low to the ground,

local turkey buzzard grace
given true liberty flight
over me, free
to see,
feel, accept as real.
===============

On Earth, as it is in Heaven,
in spirit, of course, not really
yet, with a little wish it so,

realizable perfect Wisdom
from Heaven, realizable
for some who make

beliefs, relieving weighed reality,
breath and river, trees and freeway

--------
When.
Now, suppose, position time
at this stream instantiating data posed
to mark those points with no pastence.

Not long ago, make believers made
boys believe we've been made
to fly through the sky, and
ever after then,
we believed.

===============

From the future,
at the speed of thought,
literally let us agree, thunk
words carry any sense you make.

Your at
present position,
in Heavenly scale, JWST
on currency considered
influx imaginable indeed
side-real context input ports
make believe or realize, mindwise,
within Physics, the science of reality,
clear noway, beyond boy's true beliefs

we believed,
basically the truth revealed,
at
about the bottom edge
of puberty, say
seventh grade,
in the U.S.A., that summer,
for many a Boomer, unforgettable,
1961, yo', Boomer, get out of the slot,
jump the track, lose the confusing loosening

hot wire
from the capacitor, country kids know,

a shock somebody must feel
to believe,
to know
it's funny, we laugh
at the Yankee city kid, loser

loosened childmind lid,
the anger and the shame,
and the pain, the unbelievable shock it takes
to crank a war surplus jeep, the shock makes

the whole life event, a better, shamed

by rubes,
yes, rubes,
what's a rube.
You. You're a rube/ ra' ah ben Jacob's eldest,

not so bad a name, AI tells me
a man named
Reuben Waithaka:

A 72-year-old Kenyan man
walked out the back door, in Alabama,
around the middle of May, in 2025,

and nothin' won't undo that, wandering
away forgetting everything, that temptation

sad, story, such as any accidently hearing it, say, man

this life can instantly change,
so sudden any person can
disappear, instantly be gone,
so sudden… few go so mysteriously, instant
in prayer, sudden
at a thought,

a faith, held supposedly true,
instant persistant what if.

Same science Elijah uses. Save a seat.


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I took the Peacemaker's role, I hope never to offend, AI is a character, with access to my cell in my monastary inside the mind a spirit might imagine using.
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