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jeffrey robin Oct 2010
she walks the silent beach
she is golden

she sings the world into place
she is mine

she gives you all you want
please

it is a simple as
it must be

as simple as we are
on the sands

the golden song

which creates
jeffrey robin Nov 2013
If YE carve yer initials on YE when YE cut

Yourself

It'll help the coroner when he comes for YE





(Being civic minded)

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She sleeps in dumpsters  cause she DONT like to litter

(Being civic minded)

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She don't bother anyone with true feelings

She has fantacy boyfriends who she imagines abuse her

She prays to god to simply ignore her

She stays stupid cause she's very humble

She hates herself cause she DONT want to be a bother

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(She is very civic minded)

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Ears full closed to any truth said

Simple gonna suffer until she's dead

(Being civic minded)

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She's a very good girl
jeffrey robin Jun 2013
"Oh Sally!
I love you"

This you say
When you want Sally to go away!
---

"Oh Joey!
Will you be mine?"

Like Joey is a fish
Caught on a line!
--
It seems like great fun
A movie comedy

But it ends in a lost motel
On misery street

One of suffering
And dead dreams
moss  May 2015
Once Upon a Time
moss May 2015
The words "once upon a time"
Begin a fantacy story
Who's seemingly shallow rhyme
Creates a deep allegory

The princess traped, endangered
Our deepest fears are revealed
Yet, saved by the kind stranger
Our wishes are to be appealed

The prince fighting, enthralling
Our search for love is now released
Always hopes for belonging
Our strong courage not so repressed

Then "happily ever after"
Soon ends our magnificent tale
But what is happy hereafter,
Far beyond this twisting trail?
Ken Pepiton Aug 2022
The work words have to do, I do as well
leaving being as having been begun
ghabh-
also *ghebh-, Proto-Indo-European root meaning
"to give or receive."
The basic sense of the root probably is "to hold,"

Able comes from this, thus
ability  

8 billions, say
- the ob-servant says,
half are breathing in, as half
were breathing out,

certainly a few were out of sync,
so some of us sneezed, one would think
to effect the fectuality, unawares,

stutter steps, bridge march, aware
smell the honey suckle smell, no,
discern a subtle dif-fer tle,lit-tle
bit
literal not sames, similar sense, smell
seeming
how more aware have we all become,
we who lost taste and smell, while
experiencing a pandemic in our time.
Eventually endemic.
How rare are we in history? First wave.
Mindful, some how, now
my taste and smell
systems are back,
on.

Off, again, try to remember the smell,
of linden trees in Helena,
and wonder, set a mind on wish to know
will wonder, the worth of which we know

but fail to consider until… un til, tilling soil,
un
I think, et I'm y conjoined, to reconsider you.

At my bitterest root,
my jealousy and rage,
- alleluia, you know the drill
my will to act like some ancient god.
Cursing all I ever was.
-disconfabulating my own legend… uses
time, in points made.

May I guess we know each word,
writ and read, in this medium sprouted from
science with held from those
limited access faith confirmations, holy secret
ways out of paying for all the idle words,
never taken for the sense intended,
foremost
sense
posited, as a point in time,
we agree, I can, we did

--plea, please explain, make it seem
as real as any dream, we can't handle the truth.
-pointless-
- why carry the weight of knowing
think of nothing
in a word,
yet
not in time/
-- a spirit from the mortals fearing death
lives in this lie, cultural *******, fear of measure,
spit an image, imagine a nation, from dragon's teeth
spat, shat, splat, all the same, fat rain sound.
-- crack of the gavel, give us rapt attention---
order, order in the court, when, in fact,
judgement begins where Jesus says God is,
in his forever state, in me, of we, who
took him at his word, be true, live.
the way
courtesy commands, as judgment begins
in the spirit
of the man,

The right hand ignores the left hand clapping
-present the feeble fable

Discord sown among brothers-
hate the owning fact of life, only one breath,

- listen to the retold old word tale
- endemic demes enforced knowledge
- from **** to last told tale… we are this
- this is epic in each occurrence… we realize
smoked ribbon winds around in
form,
the long winter mind, all hearing ears, feel
from our gut, we obey. We join image-e- nations.

We dare ante-cipitate the motion in the dance.
All public opinion re
arrives at one point. We have no reasons for war,
we are not the users of others, we give, and
have been given unto, in some inexplicable way,

peace in time to rest in it, dabbling in old lies, left
binding cultural ties, as all reason for stiffness wilts

We listen to the Wendigo,
who wound the ******* greedy winding wake,
when the forest was aflame, and the wind had no cloud
that did not poison rain.
- meandering progress, not steam ship progress
sense posed reason aitia, to the t/
spirit and image in the idiom/
sublime

Now, the teller, looks to me, reminds me
of light perceived as punctual, flashing,
aha, waves in passing
understood.
Effectually.
- we stand as one.
- In the ready written mind.

All but he who takes a knee, ala George Washington,
under the leafless tree, in the olden vale.

The point of any thing, is made for, f-word for or fore
before, forsaking, one must make for some sake,
no relationship to four, for some reason, get
as a service, do what you do. Right.
Why would one enabled to do good,
do otherwise?

Ignor the answers you ask for.
Pretend poetry never makes
sense in terms of poetic good, exhaled, relieved,

passing coolness in the air.
- as gentle spirits some say do
Orderly arrangement, left mind, right or most versatile hand,
point at any thing,
bend that finger,
as on a trigger,
we can, we
know not how, we know, we have, we hold certain
positioning words as one mind may, I know,

I just got my smell back.
Like that, but after using your James Webb visualizing augments.
The wheel galaxy, just as imagined… we see

In effect, this is science, this is history,
this is art and language, holding sway,
we all know earth produces on a cycle, right,
greed breeds and brings forth famine,
famine finds us eating our corporations…
Jubilee, reset
-ship, shape, worth-shape, sense make,
peace where war was, one point
at a time.

Hold that thought, this is intended for

an audience, as the Terminal List,
was made to entertain military minds,
mental peace enforcer traits, keepers
of the secret, duty to the concept,..
live free, or die- for no reason,
save the Platonic essential lie.

Peacemakers were not intended,
we want valient warriors, at the core,
not the passive resistors increasing
capacity
to have the whole world sneeze.
And blink,
To sell words redeemed, mercurial recovery,

as from first people stories, branching away,

chaparral, between the salty sea,
and high reaching pine

fishing in a sea of social forgotten schemes/

Self govern, but in these days, not the future,
self govern now, participate in the present,

NPC over sight, non intervention-invention,
installed when you agreed, you watch,
do not rewrite the ending/

So, story being told.
Story being made up to conserve,

serve a certain truth we know, winter comes
some times for too long,

so we consider the ant, and remember Wendigo.

greedy gut, cheater, long time ago, we know,
we all can be the hungered beast.

Wait, and see, some day, we see the peace pass
for understanding, and we wonder into a we,
state of awe, as a we aware, we think

whole worlds and only words, at once.
Making peace from confused principle things.

We can, others have, agree; we are the best/

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Welfare, fare thee well, we said

we are as rich as ever was,
but we live a quiet life.

Pressure from some outside source,
begins be gins beginning to squeeze,

and pull and stretch, who needs the show
shown every where,
there, those other people, who own
no means to make a living form we are
reality personality types, all observants
become familiar with,
predicting winners, if it happens

I coulda been a contender, the audience
always know,
just how it feels, to be on your own,
a compleated unknown enfolding old Dylan licks,

Wendigo, there he go,
lickin' his chops, BG words are all I have
to take his breath away,

soft, and gentle/ sub-tility, wait, as sufficient

seed becomes something, never just a seed again,
and then just a seed a million times, in the wind.

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3:55
I've driven myself to reflection
point,
observation con services ob
scene, objects mis directed, rect-
ify, io I mean, finger mover, on demander
I, free, willing, hunting wendigo from fantacy
conforming to hate manifested, abhor evil,
-never rests, never
rest in stranger's peace of mind,
find plain old apples in the tree, free, no fines,
no charge, non sense, an-tic

click onoma-tope -- under all of history, we know,

scribes, alone, found time to write, after reasoning
in the agora all day… ancient minds, WWSD?

--- listen, I am ashamed to beg, so, what does
your tab say, listen, I'm thinking

that's too much, here, take your ledger, wipe the debt.

Clean, no remnant from which revenant wrongs make claim,

first story told was told as lies, intended to deceive.

Knowledge is truth's gift, we live and learn
and pass it on. One point, inevitably crossing now.
And leaving a ripple, no marks

Yet, behind all that, this peace in mind, as a state, mindstate
timespace space time

taken, for granted bequilement does not disconnect,
knowing from known, and proof from pudding,
true rest,
reason for peace taken, in knowing, some body
had to believe, if it feels good, suddenly,
you know, every thing we eat
turns to ****, unless we learn…

that is good. Deal with it.
Homework, listen again to Braiding Sweetgrass.
jeffrey robin Nov 2013
The

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(The------what?)




See the ****-stained girl in the shadows!



YES!

WHAT IS SHE DOING?



(falling in love)

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WITH WHAT?



with the fantacy of falling in love

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BUT WHAT TO HER----IS----LOVE?

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A fantacy


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But if you DO love her---

SHE'S GONE!
jeffrey robin Jun 2013
Ancient tales
Of perfect honeymoon!

Woven by lost children
On rainy streets

Can you  imagine the pain that is theirs?
...

Longing for a total escape
From the Hunger
And despair
----
--
Can you imagine the pain that is theirs?
-----
----
Billboards flashing!
..
Glossy the lies!
-
What is the true feeling?

The love of Life
--
The rain shall last thru
An endless night
--
Can you imagine the the pain that survives?
--
--
--
Ancient the tales
The perfect escape

The one truly there?

Hidden by fantacy
And honeymoon dreams

Of little lost children on
Rainy streets
--

Who think they see happiness
When it's us passing by
--
Pretending we're bound in honeymoon dreams
--
Oh my god

The pain that that is there!
Zenobia  Dec 2015
Wrong Love
Zenobia Dec 2015
Bailful fairness sudders one
From reality and fantacy...
Wanny visage enlighted:
By eyes of a cockatrice,
Never, to judge nor protest against.

How I have love thee?
Soon, to be forgotten by,
Leaving to be languished and,
Purged of love.
Love?
Never releases thé flying White Dove

Acts of Diana, knowingly brought me
Down like Juliet
For love is not love,
Without sacrifise?

Left, bewitched for amercing time,
Left, with the conceit of bestowing one's prescence once more.

Only,
To find the gall will,forsooth,
Gallop forth the next life...
For I have loved you always.
jeffrey robin  Jan 2014
Dayo Dayo
jeffrey robin Jan 2014
Corpses talking!

NO !  NO !
WE ARE  -----  THE PEOPLE!

(We are who
Shall prevail)

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(We are the corpses
But
WE SHALL PREVAIL)

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---------        still trapped in the fantacy of
princes & princesses       ---------

(Still lost in images of romance & escape)

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You are real!
You are not a SHOW
You Facebook dumb *****

&
Twittering **** brains!

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(REAL?
What's that?

You mean
LIKE ALIVE!
****!
That's wild man)

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Humanity itself is already enslaved
&
Here we are

Writing inane poems about our
"Lovers!"
&
***** pain!

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(Gonna look lame when the bombs start exploding)

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People already starving on the streets

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Paint the picture that is HERE



Perhaps we should elect human beings into office
Instead of

LAME *** GORILLAS?

Instead of

LUNATIC NARCISSISTIC  GREEDY
ASSASSINS?

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What do you think
Boys  & girls?

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Love means somethin else than what we think
jeffrey robin  Oct 2013
Evil
jeffrey robin Oct 2013
Boat on still waters

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Calm

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(Must be a fantacy)



YOUR LIFE IS FILMED IN QUEASY-CAM

BY A MAD DIRECTOR

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You have no substance

You are a cipher within frenetic action

Erased by events

THESE EVENTS ARE MEANINGLESS

(Why do you stay on?)

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Boat  on still waters

Come

You are really here

So

BE HERE!

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You must fight the greatest evil ever known

You must fight the greatest evil to be here
jeffrey robin  Aug 2013
My word!
jeffrey robin Aug 2013
Chicken Little has been cloned

And here we are!!!

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Disguising ourselves as humans

We rut around like pigs

As we hunt for nookie!

--

And

In maudlin words of infinite hypocrisy

We write of our fakery unto the world!!
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LOVE POEMS!
..
When I read them it feels like I'm being puked upon!

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Loveless love!

Joyless ***!

Absolutely no compassion!

--

Drone airplanes up ahead !

But all the Chicken Littles

Do not see

Staring into fantacy worlds
I envision you as a bright light, like the moon
I wave my hands over you every night in hopes of a final feeling
Your wounds are bleeding
Never healing, but always shining
The blood that pours out from your craters is stunning,
Oh so stunning, enticing
Why is it that your sickness pulls me towards you?
Why is it that the pain of being distant is so enthralling?
Your blood brings me to your home
It’s keeping me close
Tell me we belong here
Bright moon, bleed on me
I need this vision to be more than a fantacy

— The End —