By chance opportunity, my mind, let be in me,
the one that once was in the message,
messenger, Peace, on Earth, good will
found tried proven find the proof
from former found answers,
wisdom from above,
opposing hate,
from below.


Dragonfly Youtube
Professionally
presented
in my feed as we read our minds

quotidian duty peacemakers have

this bubble we be in,
we read literal thoughts
never spoken, heard being read
said as minds
let hold a sound,
ssss hiss goose or serpent, same ssss
idea to a child who has been exposed to the warning

rattle too close
to most John Wayne model hero egoes,
Warrior Ethos, ala the Trump authorized walking papers,

pick'em up. Or stand
at attention
to the constitution. As an institutional attempt.

Above the banner representing the might
of the union,
and the legacy
of BEIC, big money made
on free land days…

John Wayne, peak charicature character actor, as a man,
worth his weight, with a mind
to take this land, as mine,
Dunson,
bang, he shoots the Mexican
on his Patron's King Grant Rancho
authorized by the Pope.
Lo'. Bang.
Dunson, as Trump's model man
draws a revolver not invented yet
fires, once, with five at the ready, revolve.

It's my land now. Wayne's characters all say,
as they play a Hegseth warden watchin  Broch
builders pile defensive positions,
how come we hiccup,
precisely after preconceiving why
a pile of old stored stories of whys, and hows…

Has made all who hate me not,
enemies of those who hate peace…

Outlaw days of us, my kind.

The weapons of our warfare,
therewith we oppose our enemies,
wherewith we agree peace is free,

we meet hate
with love, attracting
innocense, hateful love competition,
pride contests
for firsts, first

to find the answer
..-. - .- dittydawdit daw ditaw

the answer, my friend,
the answer is gaseous by nature,
fluid under pressure and solid caught

cold. During hot times
for new knowing, breathe
war born computing resonating nowing,
hiccups we had since we were children,

hicking up, had we ever since, child like
faith, to hold a breath, until hiccups go away

what a time
to be alive, people have forgotten
hiccups and rot gut burpies and the cafeteria food,

chili and beans con carne y queso,
farting famously
boomers can relate, we ate the cafeteria fare,

we were there,
same time as Trump, but we
were out west along whistle stops
for steam engines,
when the west was long tamed and practically paved,

from Yuma
to the ocean
through secret meanders,
around Long Valley twin peaks,
dos cabezos,  si yo se

we laugh
at the last days mindset Hegseth purports,
true
to all who shall be raptured,
wait and see.

Wait and see.