Bang the drum slowly
There was a rhythm, an echo
Everything, after to day has been leavend
by Iain McGilchrist I heard him speak on Youtube.
----
We can learn forever, I think he agrees. We live to learn.
I've lived a bit longer.
When the teacher is ready the student appears
in arrears
twisted from duty by dereliction
do you understand, stand under, any
one thing word god idea and that's it truth?
I do.
What idea do you stand under?
Seek and ye, meaning me, shall find.
seek a place where you believe that is known
make that place your home,
make that place
make that
effectual, fervent axing fells the forest for the trees
if you please, brief turing-inspired tests of ideas
re-presenting old good ideas
rusted through disuse
for possible recyclings through a level of minecraft.
the wargames are
less
rewarding, post-war on terror.
After age 27, winning alone is not enough,
even the gang, the fam, the team
all the weese we ever was
We aint. I am
needing meaning like air
oh my god, a worship song I heard that
You are the air I breathe
do we, the we of you and me believe air is good?
we do, I knew. Good, 'ts'at mean? Air is meaning?
all one after the morph into alone
I am the way or there is no way
that could be the story but for you,
I-Thou Philosophy, I bow to thee,
en passant on pointe
Ministry of truth Prognosticator Hagee he say
Hell? Yes, he say Hell yest'here is a hell for all
who fail to escape it. I say
One way or another,
you escape one hell,
paying nothing more than proper attention
to detail (did we define duty),
you know how, do it as needed,
friends help but
eventually, something like a father must judge me
good. That is the whole duty. Or else nothing,
eventually right,
live a life that brings honor,
he who troubles his own house
inherits the wind,
you heard he said I came to divide?
Split the flow with a contrail of ice
cutting through the clouds
a jet plane don’t know if
any thing of the sort was ever seen
before my generation.
slice the current into paisleys bubbles reaching away
from the point whence most heat meats least resistance
boiling begins
bubbles emerge and pop.
as old as sin
then
yada, the chorus sings, all the little milk sops sing
yada yada yada and mock the need
to know, you know? More,
after all's been said and done why goes on,
she waves, Cliché crashes to my frontal lobe from lizard brain
Dive in
follow wisdom flowing past
our di er rama drama direct ******** of re ality ify ing
ding.
Did that work? That's maybe
as good as praying, effective
Judge you, I judge me. Can I live with your
following the flow I followed
ob right ob vious not en vious
if the clouds and rain were what water wishes to be,
first some tears must add specialsalt to the sea,
earth salt, from mudmen,
then salt ***** water from
the mud after the flood
when the mammoth
died, (Thank him, for his bones)
then grandpa tells another lie and we laugh
and he weeps
it only hurts, when I laught, he winks,
She pushes and the story takes 'is father's breath,
his first alone, all one, all the air in the world
flowing in to fill the need pressing listing
need need need to breathe
lusting listing and
there,
a new whirl in the world
with all the wind an heir may need
someday, from one bubble to another
in one breath.
One beat of the walking drum,
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
Bang the drum slowly
There was a rhythm, an echo
Everything, after to day has been leavend
by Iain McGilchrist I heard him speak on Youtube.
----
We can learn forever, I think he agrees. We live to learn.
I've lived a bit longer.
When the teacher is ready the student appears
in arrears
twisted from duty by dereliction
do you understand, stand under, any
one thing word god idea and that's it truth?
I do.
What idea do you stand under?
Seek and ye, meaning me, shall find.
seek a place where you believe that is known
make that place your home,
make that place
make that
effectual, fervent axing fells the forest for the trees
if you please, brief turing-inspired tests of ideas
re-presenting old good ideas
rusted through disuse
for possible recyclings through a level of minecraft.
the wargames are
less
rewarding, post-war on terror.
After age 27, winning alone is not enough,
even the gang, the fam, the team
all the weese we ever was
We aint. I am
needing meaning like air
oh my god, a worship song I heard that
You are the air I breathe
do we, the we of you and me believe air is good?
we do, I knew. Good, 'ts'at mean? Air is meaning?
all one after the morph into alone
I am the way or there is no way
that could be the story but for you,
I-Thou Philosophy, I bow to thee,
en passant on pointe
Ministry of truth Prognosticator Hagee he say
Hell? Yes, he say Hell yest'here is a hell for all
who fail to escape it. I say
One way or another,
you escape one hell,
paying nothing more than proper attention
to detail (did we define duty),
you know how, do it as needed,
friends help but
eventually, something like a father must judge me
good. That is the whole duty. Or else nothing,
eventually right,
live a life that brings honor,
he who troubles his own house
inherits the wind,
you heard he said I came to divide?
Split the flow with a contrail of ice
cutting through the clouds
a jet plane don’t know if
any thing of the sort was ever seen
before my generation.
slice the current into paisleys bubbles reaching away
from the point whence most heat meats least resistance
boiling begins
bubbles emerge and pop.
as old as sin
then
yada, the chorus sings, all the little milk sops sing
yada yada yada and mock the need
to know, you know? More,
after all's been said and done why goes on,
she waves, Cliché crashes to my frontal lobe from lizard brain
Dive in
follow wisdom flowing past
our di er rama drama direct ******** of re ality ify ing
ding.
Did that work? That's maybe
as good as praying, effective
Judge you, I judge me. Can I live with your
following the flow I followed
ob right ob vious not en vious
if the clouds and rain were what water wishes to be,
first some tears must add specialsalt to the sea,
earth salt, from mudmen,
then salt ***** water from
the mud after the flood
when the mammoth
died, (Thank him, for his bones)
then grandpa tells another lie and we laugh
and he weeps
it only hurts, when I laught, he winks,
She pushes and the story takes 'is father's breath,
his first alone, all one, all the air in the world
flowing in to fill the need pressing listing
need need need to breathe
lusting listing and
there,
a new whirl in the world
with all the wind an heir may need
someday, from one bubble to another
in one breath.
One beat of the walking drum,
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