this, and that,
what good and fine as can be,
may be limited by, in fact,
one bit of both of us acting
as reader one and writer one
assigned to frame a mindform
an aspirant's aim, a mortal hero,
no superior anything, Joe Blow,
Johnny Come Lately, and
Johnny Lunch Pail, and Big Bad John
as a mind user holds self evident
what another holds sacred and undeniable
peace has a rule, least said, soonest mended.
Suffer it to be so, now
fully fected per form re co known,
true rest, debt free, fret free, ready
recognize trust as post warring, after
war reasoning retired, generally,
in peace
knowing using time we share,
my side of the situation produces
peace past understanding we live as part
of something we are reactions to as parts
required to inspire our realization as a whole.
From our marveling minds, we may so wonder
as mankind ever has minds we may open wider
while we are resting, re estimating worths costs
what's it cost to think in English a Hebrew word
a foreign idea, to think in miyn kind classified we
not me, nor you, we ag re spond aghast, what if
this is finished but
for our final faith's polishing touch. A reader.
My dare to say, the way I lived, worked.
My bet if time were today, what I live in;
then we live in it together, rationally balanced
at this previously unthinkable point. Ready
to experience thought slowed to ink speed…
elipses signify, thought pauses to think, read
right to left or up and down or left to right,
front to front, face to face, mirroring mind,
relearn from famous heros, mirroring kind-ness
like me beings shown our premyelinated brain rind,
bring me guile, show me some unprejudged idle word
logical extender of thought you heard said, hermit
hero's… the hidden practically only quiet certainty,
Cartesian or Pascalian, pre trib rapture revelation,
addendum on the end of the narrative, eh,
curses, foiled again… Mighty Mouse, ah,
shoot gee **** kids
you better eat your Wheaties, be like Bruce,
tangled in a time of thinkable self will power,
dedicated to a timeless sufferage practice
to perfect a performance costing more,
than any other person ever paid, right
at one single point piercing everything
perfectly.
Storywise. Told and retold, to you, your story,
who are you but my audience, or our audience,
as we think during instances of mistaken belief.
The function of the mind, in a verb, by leaving
today the same everywhere right now, belief
can release potential peace, right when lief
as well think of green green moss after rain,
if there be any good, think on that.
Prepose your mind's eye on that goodness,
noticed, mosses and lichens shout bright
reflecting back through our whole being
beauty at the sight, at the action seeing
as today,
where I am, on purpose,
proposing one pastence,
everything everywhere all at once,
now, then
thinkable, in a crazy unsortable
fluid in a bubble, bubble in a foam,
message sent, Peace on Earth.
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 2:53 PM UTC
this, and that,
what good and fine as can be,
may be limited by, in fact,
one bit of both of us acting
as reader one and writer one
assigned to frame a mindform
an aspirant's aim, a mortal hero,
no superior anything, Joe Blow,
Johnny Come Lately, and
Johnny Lunch Pail, and Big Bad John
as a mind user holds self evident
what another holds sacred and undeniable
peace has a rule, least said, soonest mended.
Suffer it to be so, now
fully fected per form re co known,
true rest, debt free, fret free, ready
recognize trust as post warring, after
war reasoning retired, generally,
in peace
knowing using time we share,
my side of the situation produces
peace past understanding we live as part
of something we are reactions to as parts
required to inspire our realization as a whole.
From our marveling minds, we may so wonder
as mankind ever has minds we may open wider
while we are resting, re estimating worths costs
what's it cost to think in English a Hebrew word
a foreign idea, to think in miyn kind classified we
not me, nor you, we ag re spond aghast, what if
this is finished but
for our final faith's polishing touch. A reader.
My dare to say, the way I lived, worked.
My bet if time were today, what I live in;
then we live in it together, rationally balanced
at this previously unthinkable point. Ready
to experience thought slowed to ink speed…
elipses signify, thought pauses to think, read
right to left or up and down or left to right,
front to front, face to face, mirroring mind,
relearn from famous heros, mirroring kind-ness
like me beings shown our premyelinated brain rind,
bring me guile, show me some unprejudged idle word
logical extender of thought you heard said, hermit
hero's… the hidden practically only quiet certainty,
Cartesian or Pascalian, pre trib rapture revelation,
addendum on the end of the narrative, eh,
curses, foiled again… Mighty Mouse, ah,
shoot gee **** kids
you better eat your Wheaties, be like Bruce,
tangled in a time of thinkable self will power,
dedicated to a timeless sufferage practice
to perfect a performance costing more,
than any other person ever paid, right
at one single point piercing everything
perfectly.
Storywise. Told and retold, to you, your story,
who are you but my audience, or our audience,
as we think during instances of mistaken belief.
The function of the mind, in a verb, by leaving
today the same everywhere right now, belief
can release potential peace, right when lief
as well think of green green moss after rain,
if there be any good, think on that.
Prepose your mind's eye on that goodness,
noticed, mosses and lichens shout bright
reflecting back through our whole being
beauty at the sight, at the action seeing
as today,
where I am, on purpose,
proposing one pastence,
everything everywhere all at once,
now, then
thinkable, in a crazy unsortable
fluid in a bubble, bubble in a foam,
message sent, Peace on Earth.
My parts were often prat falls, but what's a good laugh worth, in time?
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