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Sirenes  Feb 2017
Territory
Sirenes Feb 2017
There she sat across me calmly and sternly,
The kind lady who recruited me.
I had no words left to speak out.
They had disappeared in to the cubicle
I used to occupy.
I had kept quiet for the past weeks
Hoping that would soothe the boss
And her relentless persuit of me.

Not once would I regret the things I said
In my poor defence of problems
She caused and the blamed on others.
It wasn't her, I was just not smart enough.
It wasn't her inprudence and a software can't malfunction.
It was never her.

Sure I'm not perfect...
I willingly admit to that any day.
But I wasn't the first one
...and you won't be the last one
She attempted a smile
And said she'd call tomorrow.

But didn't it bother you

Yes but it wasn't worth quitting over

The truth is probably between the lines
And the enthousiasme of a Silverfox
A sweet man who never learned to lie.
Not even about the things
That were never introduced in words.
Or even a touch.

It all seems so unnecessary
But then I remember how she smiled
As he adressed her
And I realised my mistake
And what she was a victim of this time.
But it was never her fault.
I simply walked in to her territory...
Yazad Tafti Jan 2020
simon cowell you just rant at others
for attention and the mentions
unravel your critiques on their dreams of stardom just make them realize
just make them realize..

the start are right there ...
just on the other end of that lovely black hole
dare to enter?

simon cowell
with your silverfox hair tinted
how much do you demand the light operator to keep the spotlight subtly grazing your hair fix
britains got talent
and you got the hair do that overwhelms crowds

simon says
but we don't want to listen
simon cowell
simon
hands cloaking an astonished appearance of awe
you do tell us how it is
and we will choose to make it how you want it to be

good guy
i am the fuckn critic here
Regicide.
{this is less than 250 lines, counting spaces,
for patience testing reports made mandatory
in some therapy systems preparing personal dethronings}

Insider uses made first,
to explain the process, confusing users,
decompressing trust,
to this end,
limiting mutual insured construction
as is the natural state among neighbors, historically

natal sense, common natural instincts in us, as users

just beginning to centralize intelligence, secretly
serving kings and things kings are made to represent.

As the annual remembering days honor those olden
tales from our wanderings, days horror infused, retold

mortified if I lied, lying lifelessly, terribly confused reborn.

Did you ever learn the seven year itch,
called not uncommon?
Like a cold, a virus,
a mind hat, ideal
helmet of salvation, self certainty, I am

activating initial me mind hope substance

It may have been a modern invention, akin
to social diseases like carpal tunnel
and latch key kid syndromes
in adult children of alcoholics.

Aim at nothing,
you will hit it, only believe, and squeeze…

--- once, per instance, now … we think we
… are not --- instant recoknowing we think

nothing is ever naturally decoded, we thunk…

this is a breadcrumb trail, as was upgraded,
with little white pebbles, perhaps pearls,
as Hansel had imagined them, previous
to the last leading into those woods,
where there is to this day, sweets
alluring, baiting innocents, just

walk along, dropping bread crumbs,
but, no, not this time, ye pitiful peasants,
no, this time, Hansel came with pebbles, white

ones he planned to use as he had those breadcrumbs
back link hypertalk users are familiar with, from HTTP

here to take point user code
for radio watch, listening see
find the answer using only haps and this once as if
yadayadyad da did da dittydawdit dah didaw
· · – · – · –
- historical machine code quantum leaps… com plete
- hysterical misdirection from **** and Jane,

FTA, why the curricula juxtaposed intro lit
ready readers sorted into fair to tell tales, vid licet
Hans
and Gretel telling Jack and Jill,
after Jack fell, something's fishy, have you heard?

Magic fishes granting wishes, yes, I have heard,
I know the guy, I met him, yes, he let it go.

Per, you know,
is seldom heard, per
haps to be most often idle, discouraging never,

redeem a given chance to let such a catch go free…
never forget Androcles, let such thorns in the flesh

remind us how far we are from pen and ink thinking
recounting time redeemed using idle words as facts,
reapplied to terms of agreement, among us, as amens

we all put our voices behind, a hearty amen and amen again.

All in ever, once got directly prayed for, by Jesus H. Christ,
the author and final shiner on the faith of our fathers, trust

in the savvy Salmon P. Chase, if the money makers trust in God,
we all had better believe those high financiers are truly so trusting

Bulls and Bears, and fractional banking practical voodoo,
making money from nothing and **** for free…

Boomer retro psychedelic glossalialacsadaisical wishery woo

mushrooms and poke salad, with ***** caught on bacon rind…

Clearwater credence revived with ***** and the Po'boys
out on the streets, with the National Guard, yeah

we lived this long… something's happening here, again
what it is ain't exactly clear, there's a child with a gun…

bang bang, you shot me down

as if hate creates its own down fall, and we follow

fundamental bottom mind, let be in us, informing us

Jesus said whoever hears the knock, and opens, as
if Pelagius was an honest man, and Augustine the liar…

----------------------- well… endure to the end,
judgment day, is not judgement eternity,
get through today
one per waking opportunity,
the sufficiency of ra' needing
tov to know so we do not perish, one day sufficientcy, know
is plenty for all the time you have left to figure out your duty.

Just wait, and breathe
find words used pointedly wrong

offending truths missed while accounting,
and redeeming missions using idle promises
perhaps missed mercies free to take, and
reuse, if officially wide of the mark, assigned you.

Perhaps, you knew,
events usually occur per wishes, as it were,

your fingerprints, eventually prove you became you…
as set during pre life womb prep,
we, were taught to wish,
we all were, it's true,
we were born
into talkies and television and radio,
we were destined
to inherit Mohave Radio and Electric.
Just when VCRs and Macintoshes were next.
With a borrowed NorTel 300 baud modem...
Ancient History of the Internet,
where we created the Class for Training
Internet Support Position Career Pathfinders,
The Kingman, Arizona hub of the SilverFox BBS
------------------------- circa 1986
The radio and record store, was first of its kind
back in those boom days when all the bombers
were being wrecked for scrap out east of town.
I knew the man.
A WW2 pilot friend of my Dad,
I rode on Dad's lap,
while Beale took us up higher than the mountains,
Masterson, fine old rooted name, I think, now.
He laughed at me laughing
while he flew a spiral leaning right
for me to look out and see what buzzards see.
Beale was his name, he was a local, war survivor...
- yeah, regicide, Masterson, as a name... of that man.

The man who owned the radio store, he was named

Beale Masterson,
in a town that uses Beale Street,
as its main street, in a town that used
to be a springs, shown in petroglyphs
next water one day walking, this away go
Beale Springs, some day, those got so named,
sweet clear water with cress and tadpole pools,
some forgotten Hualapais left old trails to, back when
the Abo Highway ran from La Jolla to Watson Brake, La.

Yeah, Poverty Point had Kingman Turquise beads, in a horde.


--- 10 by 10, and a LAPL card.

If I were jailed for heresy today,
I could handle Christian prison.

But I am certifiable, using
Wildersmith to test my testimony.

Mad as the Mindhatters of old, those who forced all classed to recognize
the worthiness of men in bowlers.

Can a cell become a home?

In time, in time, lime shining,
essentially professional pearling

surface on surface polishing feeling.

After a while, an answer appears
just so, I used my self me, I see

at home in species specific environs

at rest, attending pretentiousness,
Dysphemistic Euphemisms

Gideon's burning his father's plow,
now, the reminding Bible version,
essential New Testament and Psalms

as the new recruits shuffle single file

E-1 rank, one single file, shuffle past
the volunteer evangelists with gifts,

the ubiquitous testimony ending
in the middle, with Revelation's
final threat,
Nothing May Be Added

For I testify unto every man that heareth the words of the prophecy of this book, If any man shall add unto these things, God shall add unto him the plagues that are written in this book: And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and [from] the things which are written in this book.

He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ [be] with you all. Amen.

Free from the things written in that book, did you notice… imagine that/

True tests, transfigurations

testimonial persuasioning
tested y monumentallized as if
testing convinces sweetening whys

evincing effectual fervency in prayer,
muttering repetitions of angelic annunciation
muttered in penitence, each marked amenably

in olden tolden hagiographies
on Earth as it is in Heaven

once, a hermit sat where Rapunzel lived, high
on a hill, in a cell with a single window, high,

overlooking
evident solidified
fundus mundus granite waves,
rolling hills, topped with rolled boulders, rounded
through miles
of riverwise windings visible using magic evidence+

common sense google eyes
in our common sky, we all look down from…

per- (1) "forward,"
hence "through, in front of, before,
first, chief, toward, near, around, against."

haps, as haps may, fortunately
suffer us to play may sayer as life between rivers
also suffers seasons just so, as life
around us just happens
as we pass through it,
breathe-ing in and out with a happy sense
there's one more river,
to California, so, just one more river to cross

our preferential reference, ferry man come to carry us across…

"The semantic shift f
rom 'load' or 'the carrying'
to 'chance, luck' is not obvious ...."
The sense might be "that which is brought."

Into our place
of final testament, mental formation making,
piling skeletal shells destined
to become marble pillars, testifying…

natural born journey man journeyed here with Kilroy.
If you read it,.. well, you know... life is not totally serious

— The End —