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 Feb 9 Nylee
Ken Pepiton
If you will, I do presume, as I know my medium,
I am not set cold lead type read backwards
by printer's daemons,
for centuries,
naturally,
to you, words, ready
for many readers,
at once,
at a rally, all receive fliers, and tracts,
-- who and how was paper made back when
the noblest institutions of high order master
hereditary right, the nation owns any born
on American soil, I knew a guy from Nogales,
he got drafted same day as me, he was a citizen

and all who spread the message attested to, see
it's true, I drank the generic flavored water, see

Only my misgivings have been taken up,
into considerate response
to my insistance, art

does good when used
to hope with, made hopefully,
easy to copy and paste and think
today I intended to enjoy my case, true
that is what we call worth-ship, true rest, worth made
art with patience
be, worthy upon reexamination, dailies, marking time
minutes or days
worth the price, being paid
for me, I laugh and recall,

Sgt. John Whykill,
to ask him, would he mind, recollection
he died last year, around now,
he laughs
of course not, why would he, we agreed,
in the spirit,
noblest occupation is  bagging peace seeds,
any thing we find first peaceable, first touch feels good,

blessed silly so good sometimes, submersion, getting there,
just pretend
peace
clear, I did not hear, but sometimes,
I can remember hearing some body imagine,

seeing a rainbow clad entity conceived sorta like us,
feminine angelic spirit being, all visuals are imagined

I never have forgotten some thing I learned,
from a man confined to a VA hospital
in Miami, I miss him, then I think

we had all our best moments laughing.

We got to the bottom of it all.
Being old and unaccountable to any, by circumstance, I try to act free...
bottom line, dead men do not pay debts, so all the war debt's paid.
Any child told nothing but the truth can unbelieve war wise, done by anyone.
 Feb 9 Nylee
Nick Moore
We were going
To go
Out,
But tiredness
Changed your mind.
“You go,”
You said,
So casually kind.

Not sure I'll enjoy this,
Maybe no one
There
I
Know.
But whatever
I’ll just enjoy the show.

I order a drink,
Mingle with the crowd,
The band comes on,
It’s deafening, loud.

I start to unwind,
Feel the rhythm’s heat,
Body swaying,
Jumping feet.

I lose myself in music’s flow,
But it ends, oh, too soon.
The crowd calls for more,
Like wolves
Howling at the moon.
Lost in a ditch
on the highway
of life

A change
came upon him
from darkness to light

That dead end
Apostle
arose and broke free

Remanding
his spirit
— at last unto Thee

(1st Book Of Prayers: February, 2025)
People go missing from our lives
Either leave or disappear
Or may appear unfamiliar
Hard to feel they were once
Intimate part of your life
Had a place in your heart.

Then they depart
Either you let them go
Or they leave you.

Maybe after years
You remember them with silent tears
Wished they had not gone
You shouldn't have let them go.

Guilt sits a weight in your heart
It's you made them depart
You and you and you
It's why relationships are few.

Hold those few strong,
Who knows
You may again go wrong.
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