i.
"Why didn't you make it clear, prove your self?"
Maybe Bertrand Russell, an ashiest, anyway.
Vapours of smoke.
Signs of the times,
asked for during old days
in search of living dreams
on discovery of reason sought,
thinking what, in truth, declared
did the mighty king of Nineveh see?
Not the wondrous rescue
and return to mission, after three days
attested to
by the business
of Christianity, testing hearers
of words, logical words, if this, then that,
hold, hold this thought, think imperative
faith in unseeable thinkable things,
only holds true the evidenced hope.
No if,
no sign but the Sign given Nineveh, the preaching
of Jonah, whose fish story was not mentioned ---
And what remedy remains for the sign seeker,
not the rising from the dead, or the monstors
from the depths of hope deferred…?
ISIS actually hammered the Assyrian Lion to dust,
yet we have video and can see the symbol's self
evinced in illiterate prisoners of holy interpretations,
in the spirit of the destroyer, hater of hateful things,
holy ordo of bulls over lions, elephants over ***'s assets.
Where no peace is, I say,
Isaiah says Peace, Peace is ai ah, aight
---------- channel enough water of life, chi
in essence, mistaken for brute force mastery,
spirit in a child, or a colt or a pup, or most carnivores,
tamable by reinforcement learning, habituation holdover
appetites control the will, as we all must learn, control
or be controlled, such are life's lessons, learned
time after time, as seasonal patterns reflect
cosmic realities, in terms of carnivorous
reasons for wars against Caine's kind,
tillers of trees and weeds and grasses,
beaters and rhetters of fibres,
twisters of threads and cords and ropes,
platers of hairs,
weavers of warm soft things…
fabricating knacks aquired taught,
re
fabricating first after all was lost, now
once more, we begin when nothing is known
true enough to **** for.
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ii.
Simple conversation,
making knowable a mystery hid,
between the lines, truly hiding hoped for
signs like unto those witnessed
in Nineveh, at the doing
of the logical, logos presented as fact,
repent or perish, no fish story needed,
the miracle is that the whole
population did turn from sin,
- as it is writ it was done, indeed…
apparently… reconnecting to the way
and the truth and the life, by choice,
turning back to the global cosmic reality.
Awe.
As we agree touching anything…
seeing seems believed hormonally.
Apparition, as a reified image of a scene,
let us imagine using words alone, asking,
in hope of clarity, focus, point of preaching
single point attention pre paid, point made
look away from the legerdemain stream
of stories told to children, seriously since
ever there was a wizard learned in ritual
lost when the walls of the temple fell,
as witnessed by a professional watcher
seeing as from an NPC,
all the setting of this scene…
Here we be,
you and me,
I am thinking you exist, as yet
you may not, you know, my then,
when I choose to use my worth,
my treasure in this life, my ready
made mind making - up, up know,
you know? We declare, I do, so go
find the next lie you continue to hold
self-evidently true, by virtue of you
thinking it, filtered through all you
hold true by rule of laws, nature
and nature's god, empowering
time to carry our burdens,
letting go the unclean spirit,
the devouring demonstratives,
chicanery for entertainment, magic,
imagine that we all know what magic
is, or was in olden times, when men
called prophets and soothsayers
foretold according to the signs,
auspices, gut symbolic evidence, woe
or weal, go forth, and conquer,
take all that belongs to mind,
leave all that lingers in the brain
to run the works while we seek
true demonstratives, imperative
upon us, indeed, not word alone.
Seeing the whole accumulated known
universe infested as Josephus's
translator saw Jerusalem,
as the last temple fell… ask
is this that, or was that all command
decision from the power that denies
free will, as if you have no choice
to know, or remain unknowing,
innocently ignorant, never having
certainly set the angle's azimuth
at the level of the reader's witness
plain, across time and chance
through now in no time to then,
when the first scribe, wrote
the first rule, from memory.
Fear God and keep his imperatives.
Oh? Exoterica, meanings of things,
Thoth thoughts sought and found,
given Solomon by Sheba, we may say,
and you might agree, thinking we know.
We may believe we do, but believing
does not make what we believe true.
----------- The art in thinking I know
imagining, bringing to mind another's
reason for, cause of declaration, you know?
Seven ideas more twisted and tangled
than was the first fear of falling away
from present tense, now and then,
true, as seen
from an innocent by-stander,
POV witnessed
in the storied way, read, you see.
Ready, now, this is ever after that.
iii.
Thoughts on stores of knowns
to be remembered, as knowns shown,
on stone as images graven 3-d as seen
projected vision reflected in or on or from,
we, a we of you and me, at minimum,
we know a reason for the ag-agag
hesitation to keep breathing, in and out,
in time's long line of stored reasons for
by the agreement grouping pattern,
we
see, instances, occurences, accumulate
interruptedly, we have witnessed intial loss
of significance in ISIS, as a sound said since
ancient of days, only the redhat entities,
can be imagined to hold as appearing
clearly evincing any lie disputing true
declaratives, ala Aimee, This is that,
the mystical money making leading
into twistedness too tight to loose,
chosen wholeness, usnonothern,
select elect
we, the participants in this epic effort
to take away a veil, an artifice,
effectual ignorance imposed
supposed to focus the chi
cognate in any warring li-e
see, we coknow so many
mysterious reasons
for faith we hold true, in word,
indeed, in wisdom tested, twice,
nice and fine, infinite instances
of yes,
that exact thing, exactly re-enacting
iv.
- dingalingading
So, Mickey, how does it feel,
to be free, in the public domain,
whistle for a while,
think in tinkling musing, using
musical wills given patterns, remind
remember, becoming a knower of un-
known knowns one may know now, free,
BHATTACHARJEE , calls me, no lie,
at yon line end, I am called by my
Psychiatrist, attending to my
mental health, interrupting
my fantasy with tinkling chimes,
actually reminding me, my calendar
is written on wrong, BHATTACHARJEE
points out, to me,
I see, I said, yet
now… that can never matter, save
I use it poetically licentiously.
Mickey Mouse excuse, per use, in spirit,
in mind, exercise in more than one may
think, or ask, yet,
asking while accepting good enough
is enough to use,
making do, getting by on minimums,
most winters, remembering when we
were poor and made permanent refugees
For Jesus sake, then Allah's, the science
of the mind warring reasons for all wars,
money loved for money's sake, interesting
times, seasons measured, emperically,
as once was the writing only spoken,
dreamers dreamed, interpreters told,
children listened and imagined knowing
knowing growing beyond our fears,
through oral obligations required
for acceptability, remember
require order normalize
actualize eventuation
right now, we used
use to say, indeed, we think…
we know what group pledges,
oral recitations of golden rules,
and repetitionings for deliverance
do
due to oaths long made self evident,
We all swore, on our own life's pledge
of aliegiance to a Socratic republic form
of mental norm tyranny socially entertained,
aggregational wedomains accrue as we imagine,
herds of ruminants,
packs of canines,
prides of felines,
hordes of rodents,
flocks of flying scavengers
spirits, characters, powers that seem
and oceans and wind
and hard and soft
and flex and snap bo'
realization, at an insistent, knot, loosed
thread of all my reasoning remaining, why
should I imagine your reasoning drawing wrong
excuses for the uses words are put to, in real life.
Enchanted evenings,
entrancing commands taken to this point
imperitive
we've made up a mind, an awesome form
informative up to a point, instantiated from
as crossing over or under or through a rough
time
to come alive.
v.
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The engined pens imaginable now,
since Mickey was animated and empowered
demonstrate the weapons of war in imagination,
are not invincible to pens as powered mind makers
we use to take an objective
position, while beguiled by the politics. used
to represent the glorified reification function
children used to make Velveteen Rabbits real,
as ways are made where no ways were,
rabbit trails through Jungleland,
fringes
on a red-haired Judaic kid,
at Disneyland, when it was imagined
by many
to be
at that moment
of American greatness, again
The Happiest Place in the World, which is small,
after all, who am I
to be heard
by the likes of you, first world tech users
of the freest reusable theories
of worth,
in the opensource public domain,
aggie testing 'tractor attention
pull of mindshare in the moment
measured priceless
in mental connection tension,
held for a thousand line test, hook
!Þorny issue, misperceived precept, clearly shown
evincing convincingly old monstorous enormities…
now, knowing where this is all going, those
are powerless meaningless metadata
in free will mindspacetimes
fabricated using ready readers ready to bet the worth
of the push to the pull, ag ag agree aggressively
loose dis-belief, use the kid inside, the pain, sorry,
there, there, that kid, you did call a ***, sorry,
I did not know your grandma had the tat.
Thank you for writing, but your reason for war
is still invalid in the Peaceful Kingdom, on Earth
as expected,
any day now, right, any day
vi.
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Recalcitrant inculcations,
kicking back at prideful goads,
go up, thou bald head, go up,
yes, there were such sayings,
seeing the smoke of evil deeds,
world witnessed, as all wars are now,
we need only wish to see, and see we do,
and when the algorithms insist testing we do
persists to show some interest, agging on,
test me more,
how much is the attention paid a thousand books,
were one to pay for it with social interaction,
participation in the great debates,
do old lies live, or do old patterns follow
seasonal guidelines in cosmic time.
Today, I watched a pine tree grow,
where I had stairs built between stones,
and I wondered how few folks have such scales.
Today, I watched a gopher clearing a hole,
where the old swing set holds a hammock,
and I wondered how many folks have such scales.
Relatively complex life goes on
whether many notice, or only you.
vii.
Reasons used by or
imagined, in story, Cortez,
came from Cuba, Night of Sorrows,
Spanish Reconquista Minds for War,
Jesuitical ferver birthed already,
whither came the terror of wars reason
cannibalists, ritual abnormal geomancy
take the captives for sacred making,
meet the explosive force of knowing
how magic really functions in life,
explosive possibilities, any shred
of evidence, any knowledge lost,
comes to mind once more under
upright standing armies of guardians
called by justice to know the truth,
and defend against the hatred
sown and grown to righteous
use of hate, to spite the peace made.
Each season. From total war to total war,
as our mindspacetime presents itself,
as the end in urban centers draws near,
hear the prophets of doom, doubt not,
but believe the idea that believes
Donald's team is GOD's good side.
But peace passing the weight of destruction,
remains taken for free… peace of mind,
during games of holy terror, with nukes.
viii.
If we were to cease warring,
stop where we are, empty our prisons,
and distribute the national debt to the planet
as credit due to generational over payment,
-- when warriors learn the terms, winning
having
being done, indeed, first, merest gentle
touch of the individuating brush,
by which bards bid characters
appear as seen in vision,
here, where evidence emerges
feel *** heros are being called to arms,
for truth, or old reasons holy folk use for war,
Oy, the Reacher, Tom Cruise sized, on TV,
warning my god mocking spirit by assuring me
truth is not mocked, as we agree, God must be
truth or nothing ever is, and we know,
something happened,
e-motives hate
for peacemakers acting where no peace
was imaginable, while
in an orderly state of ego, epluralized.
The End of Everything happens every day,
each one bit of our whole wedom, has
one chance to wake, and be, doing your
bit in the skit, until tomorrow,
accepting no anxious thought
no sense of seriousness, no sense
of war being a functioning solution
to certainty that madness must be hated,
and gentleness despised…
hush the focal point in courage,
become the peace past next
hush a negative imperative,
magic, settled, taken
chance to smother
force of hatred
fanned, in frontal mirrors,
encrusted darkly using alchemy
of uses fruited knowings held close.
The game is played for money.
Life wins, when money becomes
significant of nothing, one way
or another,
breathe, or
call all peace gone,
and find a global mind, kind of like,
this one, deterrence spending reflective terror,
revenge, righteous vengeance, now is ours,
say the defenders
of the faith that war works.
Peace in one mind is just like peace in mine,
thinking breathe
ix.
Nay, stay thy will.
Warring creature pushing me,
making me grit my teeth and imagine,
at the core of all a man stands for, imagining
heros from prophecy and umph from many trials,
all to win the part, where the head of the snake,
is spoken of as did the messenger from perfection,
when resetting the whole idea we agree to be leaving
possible with the laws of physics and common sense,
full spectrum, standard bell curves among wordform
information entities used with muses to expand
bubbles of innocense and pockets of ignorance.
As the will of our wedom is done, on earth,
in the air we breathe and have our behavior in.
As wise as all serpentine forms.
Harmless as doves, in our right minds.
A companion prequel used as we yoost to imagine, using absinths
influence by Aldous Huxley The Perrenial Philosophy