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athought interrupted is lost
ohwell it lacked anything compelling
anyways.

but it's them not us
andusnotwe
and him not i

but it's summer not spring
and the earth is too
hot
because too many tears
and too many screams
heat the earthforwhat it is and notwhat we need it to be
(This is what happens when you write on Percocet)
Robin Ashley  Sep 2015
Virtue
Robin Ashley Sep 2015
I had a dream the other day I ran into a doctor, lawyer and a constable,
We came to an agreement that I  had lost some part of me and that "I" am totally responsible;
Then I had another dream I ran into a doctor, cousolor and a poet,
We came to an agreement there's certain things you just don't delegate but before then I didn't know it!
So now I'm taking six weeks off and explaining  why is basically the moral of this little rhyme,
I have to find that item I lost instead of intertaining getting high and ******* all the time!
There's a lot of back stepping I must do I could have lost it anywhere,
It's a powerful asset I've always had but I lost it somewhere over this past year.
It might be right next to you or me so please look around do you see it?
This is a necessary part of me I really need so I just can't ignore or say so be it.
I must retrace my steps to lead me back to what once led me to here,
To fix that error of my past when I lost the virtue of my despair.
Now a broken bone heals in six weeks and so I think this is a realistic amount of time,
This is a personal excursion I must take because believe me I feel all of your pain combined.
I have to find my virtue the disposition to keep on doing the right thing...
Without my positive attitude the strength and prudence I have just doesn't mean a god ****** thing!
You might miss me a little bit but I plead for you to stay away,
If you don't it doesn't matter cause I'm not answering my phone, texts e-mails nor doorbells anyway.
And if you've learned anything from me you'll listen to me when I say,
Loosing virtue is like jumping off a 55 ft. bridge you'll be hurting every day!
And if like me you ever lose your virtue you'll realize this then too,
You'll go on an excursion just like me this virtue you too you will persue.
Sediment, strength, prudence and wisdom go nowhere as far as prooving who one is,
Without the moral virtue we all have that allows us to make stinky things smell like roses.
Goodbye for now I'll see you soon and for me to do this you ought,
To love yourself much and me much too and for you... to Keep a Wonderful aThought!
                              Robin Ashley
Ken Pepiton Aug 2022
Poiesis, praxis, being, art, creativity, expression
From <https://quod.lib.umich.edu/c/ca/7523862.0001.005/
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what do I do?
<copy and paste, from less to greater than, up there>

- In my future we have had Hyper-text for a generation,
- my children'…s generating phase
- has had this means <gotoknow>
- from day one, autopoiesis threading a James Burkean sort,
- sifted and brought -link by link, point to pre-surity
popped
abrupt-rupturousssski, boom, point of all as ifity
- into light barrier transcendence James Webbian clarity

Focus the fire, see and recall athink athought, teeter taut,
tip, to up, as we continue
slow as molasses, yes, black sticky precurser
to sweet granulated persuasion, passion say, you

listen to me, now, see, you
listen to me, now, I say no, I do not think so, you
say take nothing away…

Let meaning fluid be, statistically
trending toward the peak,
tipping point, the spectrum wave-
off Kanagawa,

flat reality, where whole men, and men's heads
disappear behind the wave that isn't there.

Thinking,
you know what I mean, mean free inbetween,
point to point,
needle work, mmm, using time, I'm sure
- waiting, as silence hears nothing cease, so
nothing, now, is
impossible to simulate, Torricelli does agree,
in principle, all actual emptiness
is full of this
and other interesting imaginable things,
and nothing
is not one of them, after all began to be said and done.
Having held amateur status longer than Clarence, in Wonderful Life,
as a messenger with one memorized line, don't forget it. Peace on Earth.
A muse bemused, ten thousand hours, mere dabbles in the sea of knowns.

— The End —