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Nat Lipstadt Jun 8
rearrange.

fail flee feel

that! feels more write.

we fail at 90% of out endeavors;

we flee to the recesses
and the excesses;

we feel, most keenly,
our sense of loss,
and yet the inner linings of our
cells, once more greet a Sun-day that marks a mild fresh-ness and our involuntary ****** muscles bend
intro to a small smile,
and once more,

we breach the day with right hooks of positivity, warmth, music, and begin  to
remember  to
    feel feelings, assorted,
and we minutely reborn and the fluids of birthing are wiped away

and coffee seals the deal...and a hopeful day begins and forgiveness
and forgetting is the clean start clothes we dress ourselves within,
and with out, comfy jeans, well worn raggedy t shirt that you refuse to obey, expressly forbid her

to descard,
(not a rypo).
and you annoy her
with twenty kisses,
cause you don't want to spoil her,,,
too much
8;49am
6/8/2025
8:50Am
  Jun 8 Nat Lipstadt
Moo
Time carries your scent away,
in tiny rebellions,
in sheer mock.
Do you have someone you lost?
Nat Lipstadt Jun 8
As HL Mencken put it,
“The urge to save humanity is almost always only a false-face for the urge to rule it.”

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You can drop that History course now
Nat Lipstadt Jun 8
"Synchronous generators are the majority source of commercial electrical energy. They are commonly used to convert the mechanical power output of steam turbines, gas turbines, reciprocating engines, and hydro turbines into electrical power for the grid."

what a powerful summary
of how poetry is grid into
expression existence, sources
of sauces of energy and powers fusing, all your parts, synchronizing,
and you laughing,

God is good
God is great
God just electrified
my eclectic lazy muse,
and dear god,
she just wonton wonan,
won't shut
up!

help
he whimpers joyously
4:47am
1/5/25
or
5:1:25
Nat Lipstadt Jun 8
"everything in the cosmos was going to be drawn into the poem,
nothing must to be laughed at because it was already laughing,
nothing was too serious because it was already grieving,
the ache and the flirtation,
all this range,
this massive Spectrum ,
what a...what a thrill"

Bono
on Allen Ginsburg, Poet
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gotta tell ya,
every time I read this
quote,
two things happen:
get a headache and must
lie/lay down

and no. 2,

people who took a lotta drugs
write pretty good poems and songs


so where did I go wrong?
keeping good company...
Fear ensconces me
In a shroud of apprehension.
But the motion is automatic
And, I don't feel good.

So, once more down the hatch.

Here's to poor choices.
Here's to euphoria.
Here's to metaphors without
Substance.

But I never liked the visuals,
Or unity,
Of a hallucinogen or pretty poesy poetry.

I'm made for speed,
Impulsive decisions.
Jagged, high tension
Visceral subjects.

Uncoordinatedly bleeding out my soul.
Through spaced out eyes
And overconfidence.

I am
Impossible symbology,
Ill defined,
Visceral and feral.

Strung out on life,
Picking at the neurosis,
Of once more into the breech.

And, what is life.
But chemistry?
Nat Lipstadt Jun 7
these words retained, their authorship lost and unresolved,
but their siren sounding ringing, ding ding dinging;
resoundingly and unresolved:

we do not always, indeed, hardly ever safe harbor the true origin and
the true meaning of  our memories, but they come returning to us with accompanied shrouded shuddering, so oft, for frequent "EX'ing:"

Excellent exhilaration, expiration,
exhalation, variant explanations,
and unsatisfactory excitations but
never any finality of finale
exiting

the memories and the meanings
return modified, encumbered by
prior visionings, and the meaning
further twisted, their import
un lessened, until some resolution
is reached required retained
and a new memory is formed,
perhaps imagined,
perhaps not,
nonetheless
the siren sounds, the mind alerted,
we commence daily, nightly
to reimagine what we once imagined...even
endings...
nml
5/10/(15)/25
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