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Learning for ever, eh

Axt would I, I sed yah soyam

 

Signing a song played in the white noise that surrounds me

 

nights like these past 7043,

 

Who chounted en chant em, enchantemgood

 

So no we are at what is a befinning place.

beginning (90's too **** U2 too Northern Euro,

Green Day, Coolio,

Noise to a message dying to be heard

welcome to another

imaginary garden in an ever expanding mind

 

field of unthinkable things,

back then

 

we have whiteout but it doesn't work here

 

My culture had near simultaneous eruptions of supermarkets

 

and Fords.

 

This guy, his culture had near simultaneus disruptions of progress and

interruptions of information

some os were lost in the middle synchrony

instance if I cationic plus or minus

simaltan

 

Oh, I get it. You, dear reader, have been

out of it.

We went public with the entire plan for public

key distribution,

through six palanced stacks of energy stores

 

Chakra, chi, science make ya think eh. Polarize, see

 

everything groovy --no

[contemprayery idle intense ify AI keep us current]

 

lie, good, no lie is always safe. Don't wanna stumble any souls.

 

I was mentioned, my being a speaker in a story, I was said

to have said something, upon a time,

on the cover of the Rolling Stone,

 

I witnessed a lie being told and said my ears weren't garbage cans,

like a brainwashed cult

 

no, **** I was a cultivated follower of a confessed

follower cultivator.

 

I bloom when I imagine being treated as a mushroom,

I never paid much attention,

I never felt

insane

but

I can imagine

wee whatifs crept in… aha

 

The Olde Deluder, Satan, Act

 

that, a tiny gleam, a single ATP gone ADP

 

but there was light. A story I lived is now being told

without me,

oy vey Jah knowaddamean.

 

There was a wiseman, who,

by his wis-dom saved a city, and no one knew

that same wiseman's name,

 

proverbs are intentional games, the rules,

hiding a thing, done by God, glory ifies him

seeking out a matter, done by a being translated king,

transmutes that seeking into honor

 

Honor is hard to compare to the war flavored twists,

knots and tangles where woof and warp held

 

long long long before war was imagined, honor was.

 

A medal of honor for valor, what does it mean?

 

Leonard Wood got one. For his part in solving

the Apache problem.

He also,

 

Flash I had my wires crossed, in a way, it may

enlighten.

You see, I had thought that I had read Leonard Wood,

be cause I had imagined he was in New Jersey, but that

was Lord Amherst, Jeff

 

He tweerted ( wrote in a letter on paper we've a fact simile):

"to try Every other method that can serve to Extirpate this Execrable Race."

 

From <https://www.umass.edu/legal/derrico/amherst/lord_jeff.html>

 

Could be the source of the whole shores of triple ease retirement lure/trap/moneymoneymoney makeit fakit

 

I asked once, who's to blame and whose to blame,

samesame came an answer, I sware, quick as

 

next, twixt being and being possible,

 

realize

 

we do change things, in time, which,

 

if we can agree, is limited for us,

to now, no thens behind

 

mere, mere, mere ifs and whens ahead

 

be

 

--so there's been music all along

life's the song

 

skip a decade, like skippin' a grade

 

grad Harvard at a prepubescent 12

 

If I had a Hammer time, one message

 

one valiant try to be will smith,

 

Live and Learn, old man, say the dude on the radio

in he's hammaheadphones, cain't touch

 

Bomb. Jesus lent me Jael's hammer,

radioman nailed it.

 

If I had a hammer was the prayer,

 

MC, he was the Godsmacked nail in the coffin

 

Dark inside gothish messages hurgle and gurgle

guts twisted in freak pride love hate list lust

 

dichotomies of choice in ever learning

good citizenship worth honor and glory

 

of the sort men dare to die for, facing darkness,

the NULL set ***** and ***** and *****

 

This ain't gravity tuggin me,

this is that monster who lives forever in top forty radio

 

When/then Radioman emerges, Like the Mighty Quinn from

 

deep beneath Gibson's darkest ever imagined ICE wall…

 

What's on? (ellipses, do those mean POV shift or selah?)

 

I forget, s still all alchemistry t'me, if allyagots ahammass,

 

realize, if it matters, t'me, bubble bustin' need no nail.

 

I gotti'd a hamma, gonna hamma in the moan

 

O.G., mighty man of valor, where'dyew arise from?

 

We, the integrated us, non autonomous, inarrogant

We were dancin' to that I'm a Loser, Baby

 

so why don't cha killme, knowwad i'msayin

 

This old man been wandern in the desert far far far

side the madding crowd

making minced

meet

broken spirit. we goin together to a re-pair place

 

at the center of you'n'all you know, yo bubble but

 

--- everlearning everclear outlawed, good lawed

--- moon shine spiritment lauded out loud

--- the world all ways works when a garden is

 

beyond the pale,

Irish

rye whiskey, wheat bread liqui

if I were an

old gay ninties guy drinking ***** laudnum

singin'

 

on the corner with the hourus girl's c

 

Making the Con Next Ion, watchathank,

is it The Nineties A to Z , ending wit, it’s a hard

knawks life, or

 

a Bohr-TED talk or

a video of Schrödinger's  

verdamte dead cat?

 

Or am I surrounded by so great acloud of witnesses that some times I spend

 

simply hummin' along, life's beat me to the ground,

 

which gladly,

I'm so glad, I'm glad, I'm glad which

 

loses its meaning if you never experienced such a fall

ending in absorption of it all.

Ginger Baker, slam that cymbal, CRASH1

 

Life, in every key, there's a clue. Some where,

there's a lock on a true thing we need

 

to, eventually, know all things.

 

Keywords lost givitawaygivitawaygit it back tenfo'

 

Black spirit-filled tongue talkin' grandpa friend of

Johnny Walker, Red not Black,

 

He challenged me ye see. I recall what was on TV.

Nixon sayin' he,

honest he,

anti-commie he,

bombin invadin he was Notacrook, the super hero

he imagined

 

Bio is building energy, all the time does is

test the effort.

 

Is life lived this way worth the effort?

if/then/else

 

Who chose, integrated me, all the masks and voices I have accepted as ideas that can have apiece of me.

 

BTW, kids, even if an angel of light asks you to take a little piece of my heart, don't

 

yer killin me and I know where the next story started,

 

you are lost without me, fretnot, I'm the way

 

I heard that, that's no claim I mist'tok as my response.

 

Deeper, are we absobbing any thing, deeper tincture

of time, t'me see

 

POV

SameYesTodayForever (SYTF) protocols have been in place, as far as we know,

 

since words made sense naturally, eons ago, at least.

 

If you want my future then forget my past

musing medium messages sayin

what the hell? A game, you sayin' life's a game?

 

Ja, was oder vice nicks versus universal soldier godlet

 

Jump when I jump, remember… don't cry

 

I woulda danced with wolves to have changed

one mind that followed me

 

beyond that point,

no return, is such a mortal POV, you see

as far as you cansee

 

Deep. the gem. all the meaning ever was was

in that gem.

 

Dare me for no reason? Is that reasonable,

ration my tears to test my mettle

 

I went mad in 1995, have I made that plain?

Things crumbled around me for ten years,

 

I was helped by hoping I knew a truth about those

manifested imaginary gems

given kings and potentates

said to possess great powers and the meaning og every mystery unknown to man

 

eh, say again

gems

given kings and potentates

said to possess great powers and the meaning OhGEE every mystery unknown to man

 

lies lies lies they all were lies lies lies lies

 

I told you so, and it is still sweet to say

you know

 

You heard it all before, greatest test story ever told.

That was no test.

this is.

 

Jump when I jump, remember… don't cry

 

Epic stories deserve more than mere words,

but, you know, click,

 

words are what we make things from.

 

Tell me your stories,

she woulda seemed to whisper, woulda drained me drownd me

in just if I'd love linked

 

to the money machine of your dreams

 

had I not rode the grey dog outa Nashville,

back in '82,

 

I'da missed seein' flyover country that feels like mine,

when I take this POV.

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Written by
kenpepiton
77 / M / Pine Valley CA
Published
Oct 18, 2018
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Notes

I wandered into a sattelite radio 90's A-Z, kinda like those histories of philosophies old people listen to when they're ****** Oh, the moonshine experiment worked, FYI

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#hope#peace#aging#white#male#veteran#christian#millennial#wisdom
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