words tucked into child minds forming in the mold,
depeche mode, fashion wisdom
starstruck lunacy of lost meaning
****** Airline driving Jet Blue
as a sign, you know we
rise and ask redemption
toiling with tools the psalmist dreamed
and all the first cantors sang
in genuine gentle
"tutelary or moral spirit"
who guides and governs
an individual through life,
from Latin genius
"guardian deity or spirit which watches over each person from birth; spirit, incarnation; wit, talent;"
"prophetic skill; the male spirit of a gens,"
(or "inborn nature"),
from PIE *gen(e)-yo-,
from root *gene- "give birth, beget,"
with derivatives referring to procreation and familial and tribal groups.
of a person is from 1580s.
"person of natural intelligence or talent"
and that of "exalted natural mental ability"
are first recorded 1640s
and remaining in super position watching
we see we be agreed and symbiosis sets in
upto unto upon a time
stumbled into uttering urgent fervent
prayer, simple asking, what remains broken
what quest unmade, unmade imagined asif
this is life's book interpreting your
translation of reason into I'll go rythmic
waves rising from great notions stuck
in the mire at the bottom o' th'ocean
stirred up by trouble peace bringing in times of
settling in on of by bis more again or less
waiting is all suffer ever meant to mean,
mean men made each furrow seem
too hard to ***, in final
debitum in praesenti, solvendum in praesenti
debt due now, paid. It is finished.
fashioned in the mode of our time
powered for ever by happy Sisyphus's
rock rolled up
rock rolled down
by grace of gravity being the law
ceive con re de ceive (if you know
what I mean, taken for granted)
praesentium tedium t'do doodle do
touch faith, fingers fail, toe-tippy reach
topple the tinker-toy tower where war once reigned
back ground Johnny Cash praisin' Dylan from the dead
out in the desert, just doin my time--
waitin' by a pile of Hopi
nilhili-pili rocks rolling no more
sitting still in rasta farian blank spaces
between the pieces of we
carried to now as you see. We are in this real,
as real angel messages
made magnificent in worth as
worth deeming worship's solventum
songs from the po et tu brutes, breakin' rocks
back down the line,
scarlet thread sewn tendon
anchored to my zen minded ped-dance
kick the liar from his throne,
claim it for my own, my pile of flocci nauci
meaninglessness of weightless worship
turned on, with a merest touch.
no night. Words alone reign un fused, un frozen,
rising in the sunshine of a rich man
with a satisfied mind,
as time rolls by.
Cohen told us there is a crack in everything,
that's how the life gets in
this bubblin ethosphere we offer
as a sacred secret shown in light of all we share.
Clap clapper in liberty's cracked bell.
Let us lieve well enough alone for the time,
being once rung, listen,
other bells ring still with that pathos we share
logically as mere words.
"action or habit of estimating as worthless," in popular smarty-pants use from c. 1963; attested 1741 (in a letter by William Shenstone, published 1769), a combination of four Latin words (flocci, nauci, nihili, pili) all signifying "at a small price" or "for nothing," which appeared together in a rule of the well-known Eton Latin Grammar + Latin-derived suffix -fication "making, causing."