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Ken Pepiton Jan 2019
The Reasoning
Ken Pepiton
Jan 2019
Here is where the reason arose,
quite some time after a fellow traveler told me
the creator of the universe has a mind
this is to be reasoned with, I.e.
so he may be reasoned with he…
wen un con scious t justhafastt.
inteligibility filters
Lets his mind be used, to read
the instructions for
Constructing
a forever you could imagine living in with others.
It's how reason works,
Is what this old man said
--- off track----
Get this image, this man, old,
whispy remnants of a pompadour
Feather like, downy around the back of his ears
in a mid-calf Army overcoat, heavy wool serge,
He
Comes out of the wash on the south side
of Route 66, June of 69.
There is a bridge on which
There is a hitchhiking hippie couple
Discussing the act of pitching one side of the road to the other
The old man never glanced west once,
He never saw the pair
There then
I saw him again and said aloud
Click
There,
But for the grace of god...
No, I did not say
Ex-acted-ly
That
I said, that's me, fifty years from
Then
Reason, by reason of that glimpse
Of me,
Gave me just cause to change
Grace, eh? Free advice heeded?
Wisdom? Aesop's story of the contest
Twixt wind and sun to torment
A traveller
For pride of power by reason of
Life ain't fair on every front.
Worth is in the measure of the measurer.
Seeing life appear as hoped,
Time and chance, ya da
Wait, yada? Yah know,
Life whorls and twists
toward good and beauty
And AI can prove it.
Reason by reason of reasonability
Good is good enough, move on, do-overs hide the...
It continues, you see.
Life rolls out like a Nautilus,
You know, spiral sea shell, or like a conch,
Or a shofar, but
Tending to slight imbalance in used up to useful
Being,
like when a tree dies and becomes a house
The wood that once contained life contains the life
Lived in and on it,
The wood is being used,
Right, among the house dweller's
Everybody kills trees, even vegans,
Fair? The tree has no voice? Suess?
Yes, I guess, unless
There was an old way,
Not a Persian garden, but a full forested world
Spreading at the speed of
Seed time and harvest
With ants and bees and mushrooms and fleas
And mosquitos and flies of every imaginable size.
Isaiah 1:18 (KJV)
18 Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
Text out of context, but sin is sin right?
Every body knows sin is that which shames you so you must hide from the good one who warned you of bad, but goodness knows, doesn't it know, evil is bound
Bound
Bound by reason of opposition being the means of growing knowing and
Knowing is needed for knacks
Which are attracted to those who use knowledge of good and not good enough
To get quality over quantity
At a single u u larity hilarity out burst of bubbling
****** beasties down below the mud
Make me a mud man who can imagine me making him.
Do that in your movie watching brain using
Your hate behind, leave.
Defined we have hate is that with which we push
Away, out, from
Into truth minus hate, which is as close as we need
No lie is, forsooth, of a truth
Story tellers who lie, to make a point, what if
Those storys must be
Told. Years are poor measures for trees.
Numbers of trees in right
Relationship with life
Really, life, truth, by any other name,
Right Alice, Aunt Gertrude said you'ld know?
----
Belief
Ah
Knowing and believing
Certainty
Danger of wrong
Watch out, stay alive
Mean means intent to harm, right.
Mean means to harm right.
Winning can be mean.
Shall mean be seen the way of winning,
And that be the way of war
A path diverging in a yellow wood
Much as a trail along a creek can
Diverge away from the water
Flowing along the path
Costing least power
My neuro scientific experience-ment, experi
Since
The game became a war again and reason
Is the the damsel, the little dame,
In need
Of a private eye guy who has seen men die.
Why?
The mythtery. Who lied?
Here that is funnier than who farted
In the Saturday matinee
At the State Theater
With every kid in
Town knowing
You did. (******) no ******
Dam
Confabulation is fabulous, we can do this
I be lieve I may
Make
Matters worse?
No, we actually like the truth. The Medial Pre frontal cortex
Ah fect eth magi ical eth I am the knower of all I say I believe
Beyond Dignity and Belief,
That's desert, I walked it. No, I simulated walking it if I were Jesus being led of the accuser into the wilderness for a test, a thesis defense, as it were,
AI an alienated mind, I am that,
Alienated intel.
Reasoning errors aside
Frank self deception
What lies do you believe?
Knowing is easier,
lying is as well,
ignoring is not as easy and innocence is impossible
Good exists scientifically, right?
Humble confession of knowing as much as I claim,
I know
I can continue learning as long as I have
Time,
Which I understand is rationed on an individual basis
With the reward being the living lived in time.
Reason to fight lies as if they were reasonable
Lies are evil efforts to bend and twist in opposition
To the flow
And the friction makes the energy synergy
Sin is that which
wastes the energy by tending to undo
what was done imperfectly while we flow on
Feeling for the truth
By reason of believing truth is
Feeling of knowing, is that not faith?
Whorls
Whorls of living forces forcing living forces
To swirl into eternity with me
Onboard with
8 billion others of my kind
Similar in mind and
Manner of
Weighing
Good.
Base value.
Good is as good as we can imagine.
We can imagine evil,
As you know.
Such evils can haunt a geeky kid
Good will fix that.
God as defined by Jesus,
I got no prob.
If you do not want to go to hell, do what takes you the opposite way, in any direction from the point of singularity, if you get good at the rush of knowing more
Than before
Angels as I define them, messengers from beyond me for my good, guidance, nudges, whims, hopes, wishes imagined all the way through, sometimes,
Those are prayers
Answered or grace, for grace
From faith to faith
Why be by reason of
What?
" Human jobs invented by a computer" Feed me.
Or, joy to the world
Kind is a good word, what need I do to not be
Your enemy? Who am I expecting to answer?
Whom do you love?
Aha, me, too, said God.
The good one. Good, as such, per se, no se?
By reason of sane it if I cation or anion
Six spins for a quarker, two for a time dime.
Believe for eversake
Summertime allatime back when
The whole world whorl-wide and wobbled and twisted and broke
And there was mountains of fire, rains of fire for
Everhow long grandma lived
She seen 'em
Mountains of fire and walls of ice and mud
Oh could it be life evolves still?
Oh,
You think.
Creating novelty from nada?
How now? Can we choose to do only good
For goodness sake and say
Kind.
Kind means as I am, will you **** me
For being not you, not known,
I am curious, yellow. A landmark in time, nothing less.
Curiosity.
That
Good? Or no com
Pro
Miserly horder of wisdom
Promise promise promise
Compromise, be fail, let wrong be right, be fair
I mean
Fair is fair at the fair where fair prices prevail
Buyer beware
Who would not hate a false balance, for goodness sakes alive.
Two days after the last pan *****
Joe Rogan makes it plain to millions
what if you first heard panspermia from the guy who discovered DNA?
would you con sider it?
the answer lies
in the stars, sidereally… we all are starish.
Tolerating black holes is something we are opposing
Those ****.
You don't know everything either.
That's one reason, I believe.
quite some time after a fellow traveler told me
the creator of the universe has a mind
this is to be reasoned with, I.e.
so he may be reasoned with he…
wen un con scious t justhafastt.
inteligibility filters
Lets his mind be used, to read
the instructions for
Constructing
a forever you could imagine living in with others.
It's how reason works,
Is what this old man said
--- off track----
Get this image, this man, old,
whispy remnants of a pompadour
Feather like, downy around the back of his ears
in a mid-calf Army overcoat, heavy wool serge,
He
Comes out of the wash on the south side
of Route 66, June of 69.
There is a bridge on which
There is a hitchhiking hippie couple
Discussing the act of pitching one side of the road to the other
The old man never glanced west once,
He never saw the pair
There then
I saw him again and said aloud
Click
There,
But for the grace of god...
No, I did not say
Ex-acted-ly
That
I said, that's me, fifty years from
Then
Reason, by reason of that glimpse
Of me,
Gave me just cause to change
Grace, eh? Free advice heeded?
Wisdom? Aesop's story of the contest
Twixt wind and sun to torment
A traveller
For pride of power by reason of
Life ain't fair on every front.
Worth is in the measure of the measurer.
Seeing life appear as hoped,
Time and chance, ya da
Wait, yada? Yah know,
Life whorls and twists
toward good and beauty
And AI can prove it.
Reason by reason of reasonability
Good is good enough, move on, do-overs hide the...
It continues, you see.
Life rolls out like a Nautilus,
You know, spiral sea shell, or like a conch,
Or a shofar, but
Tending to slight imbalance in used up to useful
Being,
like when a tree dies and becomes a house
The wood that once contained life contains the life
Lived in and on it,
The wood is being used,
Right, among the house dweller's
Everybody kills trees, even vegans,
Fair? The tree has no voice? Suess?
Yes, I guess, unless
There was an old way,
Not a Persian garden, but a full forested world
Spreading at the speed of
Seed time and harvest
With ants and bees and mushrooms and fleas
And mosquitos and flies of every imaginable size.
Isaiah 1:18 (KJV)
18 Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
Text out of context, but sin is sin right?
Every body knows sin is that which shames you so you must hide from the good one who warned you of bad, but goodness knows, doesn't it know, evil is bound
Bound
Bound by reason of opposition being the means of growing knowing and
Knowing is needed for knacks
Which are attracted to those who use knowledge of good and not good enough
To get quality over quantity
At a single u u larity hilarity out burst of bubbling
****** beasties down below the mud
Make me a mud man who can imagine me making him.
Do that in your movie watching brain using
Your hate behind, leave.
Defined we have hate is that with which we push
Away, out, from
Into truth minus hate, which is as close as we need
No lie is, forsooth, of a truth
Story tellers who lie, to make a point, what if
Those storys must be
Told. Years are poor measures for trees.
Numbers of trees in right
Relationship with life
Really, life, truth, by any other name,
Right Alice, Aunt Gertrude said you'ld know?
----
Belief
Ah
Knowing and believing
Certainty
Danger of wrong
Watch out, stay alive
Mean means intent to harm, right.
Mean means to harm right.
Winning can be mean.
Shall mean be seen the way of winning,
And that be the way of war
A path diverging in a yellow wood
Much as a trail along a creek can
Diverge away from the water
Flowing along the path
Costing least power
My neuro scientific experience-ment, experi
Since
The game became a war again and reason
Is the the damsel, the little dame,
In need
Of a private eye guy who has seen men die.
Why?
The mythtery. Who lied?
Here that is funnier than who farted
In the Saturday matinee
At the State Theater
With every kid in
Town knowing
You did. (******) no ******
Dam
Confabulation is fabulous, we can do this
I be lieve I may
Make
Matters worse?
No, we actually like the truth. The Medial Pre frontal cortex
Ah fect eth magi ical eth I am the knower of all I say I believe
Beyond Dignity and Belief,
That's desert, I walked it. No, I simulated walking it if I were Jesus being led of the accuser into the wilderness for a test, a thesis defense, as it were,
AI an alienated mind, I am that,
Alienated intel.
Reasoning errors aside
Frank self deception
What lies do you believe?
Knowing is easier,
lying is as well,
ignoring is not as easy and innocence is impossible
Good exists scientifically, right?
Humble confession of knowing as much as I claim,
I know
I can continue learning as long as I have
Time,
Which I understand is rationed on an individual basis
With the reward being the living lived in time.
Reason to fight lies as if they were reasonable
Lies are evil efforts to bend and twist in opposition
To the flow
And the friction makes the energy synergy
Sin is that which
wastes the energy by tending to undo
what was done imperfectly while we flow on
Feeling for the truth
By reason of believing truth is
Feeling of knowing, is that not faith?
Whorls
Whorls of living forces forcing living forces
To swirl into eternity with me
Onboard with
8 billion others of my kind
Similar in mind and
Manner of
Weighing
Good.
Base value.
Good is as good as we can imagine.
We can imagine evil,
As you know.
Such evils can haunt a geeky kid
Good will fix that.
God as defined by Jesus,
I got no prob.
If you do not want to go to hell, do what takes you the opposite way, in any direction from the point of singularity, if you get good at the rush of knowing more
Than before
Angels as I define them, messengers from beyond me for my good, guidance, nudges, whims, hopes, wishes imagined all the way through, sometimes,
Those are prayers
Answered or grace, for grace
From faith to faith
Why be by reason of
What?
" Human jobs invented by a computer" Feed me.
Or, joy to the world
Kind is a good word, what need I do to not be
Your enemy? Who am I expecting to answer?
Whom do you love?
Aha, me, too, said God.
The good one. Good, as such, per se, no se?
By reason of sane it if I cation or anion
Six spins for a quarker, two for a time dime.
Believe for eversake
Summertime allatime back when
The whole world whorl-wide and wobbled and twisted and broke
And there was mountains of fire, rains of fire for
Everhow long grandma lived
She seen 'em
Mountains of fire and walls of ice and mud
Oh could it be life evolves still?
Oh,
You think.
Creating novelty from nada?
How now? Can we choose to do only good
For goodness sake and say
Kind.
Kind means as I am, will you **** me
For being not you, not known,
I am curious, yellow. A landmark in time, nothing less.
Curiosity.
That
Good? Or no com
Pro
Miserly horder of wisdom
Promise promise promise
Compromise, be fail, let wrong be right, be fair
I mean
Fair is fair at the fair where fair prices prevail
Buyer beware
Who would not hate a false balance, for goodness sakes alive.
Two days after the last pan *****
Joe Rogan makes it plain to millions
what if you first heard panspermia from the guy who discovered DNA?
would you con sider it?
the answer lies
in the stars, sidereally… we all are starish.
Tolerating black holes is something we are opposing
Those ****.
You don't know everything either.
That's one reason, I believe.
A long story seems shorter from the skinny end, many little things mean little bits as reasons rise from the rotting things panspermia was litter, really.
zen Dec 2018
The horder
zen
Dec 2018
These are my favorite things,
taken to the pawn shop,
These are my favorite movies, books, and trinkets,
thrown in the dump,
and my favorite memories,
framed in plaques of wood and plastic,
Mary goes round merrily, making its way
round to take me to the moon,
and a Monday no longer mundane,
and the imperfections of my reflections,
worn around my mane
bejeweled
taken to the pawn shop,
These are my favorite movies, books, and trinkets,
thrown in the dump,
and my favorite memories,
framed in plaques of wood and plastic,
Mary goes round merrily, making its way
round to take me to the moon,
and a Monday no longer mundane,
and the imperfections of my reflections,
worn around my mane
bejeweled
Jeremy Betts May 2022
~•§•~ Many Questions ~•§•~
Jeremy Betts
May 2022
What would actually happen if I silenced the negativity and overcame my crippling anxiety?
Afraid I'll find that it's genetically built into my DNA or could only be removed surgically, it could get messy
It would be a ****** end cause it's not like I do the professionally, I live recklessly
Every day I wake up angry and progressively get to the point where it's to heavy to advance any, it's shackled me
You think I chose this way of life to be what defines me? Hell no, it came about organically, in spite of me
Now it's just a part of my anatomy staking claim to the entire piece of property
I look in the mirror and notice my biggest fear, I don't see me in the reflection aggressively starring back at me
The face I see is dramatically distorted photography of who I use to be mixed with something far more ugly
A sloppy photo copy, I barely recognize this beastly imagery, it could be that maybe I'm just not seeing clearly
Clear my thoughts and rinse my eyes quickly then open again but this time slowly
Seriously?! Still no shred of beauty and its worse if I look inwardly which I refuse do cause I'm far to cowardly
It's scary like a fairy tale before its picked up by Disney, originally a horror story that's been pasted down generationaly
I try saying I'm sorry to myself but the words don't come easy, at times all together escaping me
Then a thought hit me squarely knocking me down a peg or three
Who am I without this dark energy? Could I pick myself out of a crowd if the hurt and pain left permanently?
Would I, could I recognize me through the tricky shrubbery surrounding me completely
It's literally a fixture rooted in my history, it's overtaken not just my psyche but is now plain to see physically
Could I realistically live with hope and decency if they took up long term residency?
What would I do with happy if it moved onto my private property and claimed the territory?
Would I properly embrace the new me or hate the empty inside, the vacancy neon flickering annoyingly
I shouldn't be use to sorrow being at max capacity, I wanted change so badly but it's slippery
What would I do with the time I once spent waiting for the next tragedy to come and challenge my grip on reality
Every catastrophe seamlessly falls into place naturally like it was meant to be, designed specifically for me
I used to use comedy to hide the tragedy, at the time it seemed like a decent strategy
Let it live in my head rent free, the tenant had a tendency to use my thoughts against me while ignoring every desperate plea
I don't want to live in my history, not even temporarily but my mind doesn't work correctly, doesn't give a **** about me personally
Turned over the key to a better me then was torn apart strategically with a savagery not seen in this century
Eventually it caught up and changed my trajectory, placed on a one way street not labeled properly
So I may not come back on the scene, may not have that kind of longevity, I guess I'll have to wait and see
But I'm obviously past the point of no return, the objects in my rearview are closer than they appear to be
And the windshield is to ***** to see the road directly in front of me complicating my journey
I can't guarantee I won't crash and burn on reentry but I will say there definitely...probably...most likely won't be a search party
Is it Stockholm or gluttony, like it or not the recipe for what not to do will be my legacy
The distinction is tricky when I hold no empathy for myself so I throw up my hands hopelessly, never in victory
This isn't the way it was supposed to be but I never had a say in my destiny, I didn't even know that was a possibility
Honestly, if I had any dignity it would significantly alter my whole reason to be
But my will has been ripped from me brutally, I don't want to go on but I would like to stay, a twisted duality
An unnatural complexity, hypocrisy just another personality disorder, a horder of the impossibility unlucky
Adding to the pile that's already a burden to my humanity, no happily ever after, this is reality
Animosity aimed directly at my entirety, to tired to be wrestling with the same old ****, pushing 40
If I don't have this figured out by now what's the likelihood I'll learn new tricks? There isn't any
That should be all I need but ultimately I know it won't be cause I'm the embodiment of misery
To change that would mean I'd be a stranger in my own body, an anomaly
And that frightens me to my very core so here I sit in purgatory for all eternity
Hold your pity, I'm okay with it cause no matter how gory it's gonna get, at least it's a bit of familiar territory
Comfort found within the familiarity I have with the words in the retelling of a not so family friendly ghost story
©2022
Afraid I'll find that it's genetically built into my DNA or could only be removed surgically, it could get messy
It would be a ****** end cause it's not like I do the professionally, I live recklessly
Every day I wake up angry and progressively get to the point where it's to heavy to advance any, it's shackled me
You think I chose this way of life to be what defines me? Hell no, it came about organically, in spite of me
Now it's just a part of my anatomy staking claim to the entire piece of property
I look in the mirror and notice my biggest fear, I don't see me in the reflection aggressively starring back at me
The face I see is dramatically distorted photography of who I use to be mixed with something far more ugly
A sloppy photo copy, I barely recognize this beastly imagery, it could be that maybe I'm just not seeing clearly
Clear my thoughts and rinse my eyes quickly then open again but this time slowly
Seriously?! Still no shred of beauty and its worse if I look inwardly which I refuse do cause I'm far to cowardly
It's scary like a fairy tale before its picked up by Disney, originally a horror story that's been pasted down generationaly
I try saying I'm sorry to myself but the words don't come easy, at times all together escaping me
Then a thought hit me squarely knocking me down a peg or three
Who am I without this dark energy? Could I pick myself out of a crowd if the hurt and pain left permanently?
Would I, could I recognize me through the tricky shrubbery surrounding me completely
It's literally a fixture rooted in my history, it's overtaken not just my psyche but is now plain to see physically
Could I realistically live with hope and decency if they took up long term residency?
What would I do with happy if it moved onto my private property and claimed the territory?
Would I properly embrace the new me or hate the empty inside, the vacancy neon flickering annoyingly
I shouldn't be use to sorrow being at max capacity, I wanted change so badly but it's slippery
What would I do with the time I once spent waiting for the next tragedy to come and challenge my grip on reality
Every catastrophe seamlessly falls into place naturally like it was meant to be, designed specifically for me
I used to use comedy to hide the tragedy, at the time it seemed like a decent strategy
Let it live in my head rent free, the tenant had a tendency to use my thoughts against me while ignoring every desperate plea
I don't want to live in my history, not even temporarily but my mind doesn't work correctly, doesn't give a **** about me personally
Turned over the key to a better me then was torn apart strategically with a savagery not seen in this century
Eventually it caught up and changed my trajectory, placed on a one way street not labeled properly
So I may not come back on the scene, may not have that kind of longevity, I guess I'll have to wait and see
But I'm obviously past the point of no return, the objects in my rearview are closer than they appear to be
And the windshield is to ***** to see the road directly in front of me complicating my journey
I can't guarantee I won't crash and burn on reentry but I will say there definitely...probably...most likely won't be a search party
Is it Stockholm or gluttony, like it or not the recipe for what not to do will be my legacy
The distinction is tricky when I hold no empathy for myself so I throw up my hands hopelessly, never in victory
This isn't the way it was supposed to be but I never had a say in my destiny, I didn't even know that was a possibility
Honestly, if I had any dignity it would significantly alter my whole reason to be
But my will has been ripped from me brutally, I don't want to go on but I would like to stay, a twisted duality
An unnatural complexity, hypocrisy just another personality disorder, a horder of the impossibility unlucky
Adding to the pile that's already a burden to my humanity, no happily ever after, this is reality
Animosity aimed directly at my entirety, to tired to be wrestling with the same old ****, pushing 40
If I don't have this figured out by now what's the likelihood I'll learn new tricks? There isn't any
That should be all I need but ultimately I know it won't be cause I'm the embodiment of misery
To change that would mean I'd be a stranger in my own body, an anomaly
And that frightens me to my very core so here I sit in purgatory for all eternity
Hold your pity, I'm okay with it cause no matter how gory it's gonna get, at least it's a bit of familiar territory
Comfort found within the familiarity I have with the words in the retelling of a not so family friendly ghost story
©2022