Really, what do you know about Pokemon?

kenpepiton Poems

JBP Maps of Meaning, behind the morning, Audible lifting mental me to a youth long gone. When my own maternal granddaddy made pancakes for me, and I listened. He sang… usually, "When the role is called up yonder…'' that line only over and over, as he stirred batter, long time ago. My grandsons 8 and 11, inform me they have finished the series of Harry Potter, confessing to using Audible for the last two. Seven books… something mythic lurks under knowing some things are unknowable, in the reality we share beyond the palisade, over the wall, in yonder systems of motive and act One based on story the other on out-action, done deeds, set and sprung… snares and traps engines to rule the random, change now, to the now of the next, once the trap trips and you, dove to the bottom and drownd, as it were, if so you did die, before, aforethought, after all previous dying and carrying on, past Nietzsche and Jung, slam bang Jesus- heroic savior is there nothing we can imagine doing , to free me, not us, me… listen… If I listen too long, eventually, I die, disintegrate, lose my self composure, my integrity with the otherwise is cut. -- all this at speed of thought. No time passes. Ah, pain, the cutting deeds, do these only if you know what is done as the trigger looses the wedge binding the spring, all the apriori things in the realm of thought at the speed of thought, live and learn, learn and live. Live in words longer than mortal minds imagine, break each word down to meaning, meaning complete knowing of all that is at the moment. Nothing missing, nothing broken, next appears as now, unmasked. Shabat shalom, as we make it in my realm. Life in action in the forum of story, Oh MY Goodness, if this were not simply true, it could be shaped into a box. Subliminally. We could all agree, the three of us, and place each a gift with a good state, a meaning and affect for good when good could be better. Taking each gift, with no special interest in knowing, what if there is a state of lack, when each thought thing is noticed used up, taken, gone, done? How were we to know we may destroy our selves, the very idea of me, held by me, dies with me, the first time? Then back to the kitchen in Pine Valley, on a cool, foggy morning late in harvest season, today or tomorrow, we finish, just before the latter rain in 2020. Bisquick pancakes with Skippy and Nutella, as Gabriel, the younger of the afore mentioned two, listens as I ask him, what makes the bad guys bad? He gives me the ****** signal, "does not compute." What power makes bad guys? In Pokemon'?, he asks. Yeah, I reply, applying pressure on a point I know, itch can be set to ask for a scratch at just the right word, in the future… Now, Grandpa, touches the spot. Bad and good is in the use of the time, we think we know but all we know is made up of things we think we know, even we, there needs be a me and a you, and some thing-sense between us, some thing we are we in, within. Aye, and something we are without, when we be truly evil, beyond bad, useless but to **** and steal and destroy. Like Marshadow, says Gabe. As an idea, Mohammad Saif agreees, Grandpa sees. Magic slate in hand, the Mage's fingers dance a pattern. FTA - find the answer, what are "The Ten Most Evil Pokémon"-- {no s, just Pokémon, eh?} Marshadow is number one. Marshadow dwells in the shadows of other Pokémon and humans - {Jungian, nicht vvahr? ;-} Strange fruit from my 2020 vision tree of knowns … the shadow knows… since Radio… Marshadow dwells in the shadows of other Pokémon and humans while trying to mimic their behavior and abilities. Not only is this creepy, it shows that Marshadow is a sociopathic ghost that can follow you without ever being noticed. As this Pokémon improves its ability to imitate its prey, it becomes stronger until it can overpower them. Marshadow is based on the ancient Hawaiian night marcher, a ghost of a fallen warrior who was killed in battle." From <https://reelrundown.com/animation/Top-10-Most-Evil-Pokemon-till-Date> Dare me did you, liar? Is there a story being told that disregards my participation in the grace that granted everything purpose in working together, for good. For ever, after all, up to now, has worked and works at this moment. Breathe, two steps, one action leads to life, non action marks this the end. Whew. Grandpa-mode is the highest mortal level.