Let it rest.
Let us see better, saying
some say we have dues to pay,

duties to the whole human race,
race being loaded with royal faith.

Any propagation of holy order, go,

take the land that lacks any kings,
make men modeled on Donald Trump,
from boys modeled on the anti-hero,
and ---

Accept the offer of a satisfied mind, for a minute.

Poverty of being me, not obliged to any
powers of orders from God, general use,
under which, in America, pledged children stand.

Stepping beyond the ordered classes,
my generation, born into natural TV, Eureka!,
I personally watched Archimedes say it, on TV,
I was seven, and used …
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Information gathering, intelligence collecting,
ever learning never knowing everything about,
ever, as a state.
Eureka!
Communists, say the word,
instant hate,
****, say it, sayit Niggerniggerniger ghuck yew.
Potential traitors, aliegiance pledge violators,
called to vote, under the laws God authorized.

Vote for fear,
vote for hope, vote for leaving me alone.

------------------ governing a self, letting any mind
be in you, being found in the gaseous we state, ever
after all's been said and done, a dozen times, or more.

The entertainment value of life.
Judging one's own experience, later than most.
Age tested…
ex agere, eh, gitgo, let it roll… therapy, in session.

Listen, Doktor, I am a good liar,
I just wish I were otherwise. That's everyman's truth.

It is written, all men are liars, not only Cretans.
Therefore, right,
knowing that, accepting that, we all naturally lie,
and if we are rewarded for the art of mimicry,

we lie until we die.

Think yourself to the source, when did the mind
on offer to the elite who hired spirited tutors,
change
to allow the untouchables
to read?
------- Freedom from unknowing why I disagree.

Over the last century, however,
Freud’s ideas have since been met
with criticism,
in part because
of his singular focus
on sexuality as the main driver
of human personality development.

https://www.quora.com/Do-you-agree-with-Freuds-theories

My AI, intuitional artistry, assisting informant, informs me,
- ego chooses to, a bit vehemently, dis-herd my hide.
Be not conformed to this world…

be not conformed
to the mileau projected as reality, you and me
being formed in, positioned
as carriers, or as carried messages, proof
of all naked mankind may bear up under imagining.

Stand and ask the chronicles. Bow and ask the spirits,
sit Zazen lotus on a goldfish pond, stride across surface tension,
examine
animated orderly symphony of
how big a show we can put on.

Splash.
Recall the age weapon, wielded unrighteously.
-- I can out time waste any young mind.
-- time acknowledged passing. So,
what
am I to do well enough to influence turbulence positively.
Make a point.

Think a cause, make up your mind, our whole mortal mechanics,
levers and weights and balances and tension holders and releasers.

Prods produce anger, and
any we we thought we were kicks it self to death, when…

- Cadmus, it is- and this then that stone thrown at
dragon's teeth, taken from Ares,
by  our selected hero,
fed early Book of Knowledge, and Britannica,
and Aesop, and Poor Richard, and all the Nursery Rhimes…
- just so right, if the least heat zone is cool.
Goldilocks.
Rapunzel, coming of age, rites of passage, understand.
Peter, the pumpkin eater, had a true Freudean problem.

Not some thing nursery children can parse.

Knowledge of the story,
holistic impression on the cultural psyche, do tell,
says the Id to the Super I.

"Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
Had a wife but couldn’t keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well.
Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
Had another and didn’t love her;
Peter learned to read and spell,
And then he loved her very well."

I'd better think myself a fine boy, for this plumb,
line upon line, steady sense of balance and
timing since, aim, edumacated
will to tell, provocative force, tensile strength stretch
of the imagination,
the imagining machinery, pull
…
Target audience, the attraction in us all, to hit it
the key first thing,
the corner stone.
Masonic
cultural syncretism, lying idle, conjoined heads and tales,
inspiring

preconscious, conscious, unconscious, subconscious
science - use, measure, from seventeen POVs, at once.
collect a consciousness,
form a we, me and thee.
We are perhaps the briefest form of mind,
the passing fancy, fantasy titular idea, the works

opera, machinations deploying ropes and wheels,
and crashing cymbals, Zildjians, no doubt, old ideas,

tinkling bells, and jingling bells, sounds of whips,
sounds of sails snapping, tacking,

ambitions lead us around the obstacles, land us on the sand.
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knowledge, expressed with confident proof,
poet's license taken as granted, this is all I offer life.
Any ant-like urge to gather for the colony, I offer this.

I disagree with Sigmund Freud, and Bishop Sheen…
and doubt we ever could have been friends, like me and

the few names I have power to recall, with a thought, like
a charged ion on a quest,

to prove the best use,
of any knack.

This is all I brought with me from my past,
I speak English and
I have a linked history through five generations.

Being amusing, and being a user of muses, are not same
in balance of Natural vs Artformed,
Art's own sake, they say, causa sui
the use of knowledge, knowing and doing, showing growing,
formations of cultural biomes,

rust dust, color of Mars, Ares, same idea,
a good god of war…

"Turn the other cheek."
Love make simple - imagine Romance Novels, all day, all night,
News as it would appear, after the generational curses
propagated at the K through 12 stage,
bear fruit on grafted limbs.

The poor you have always
with you, ye poor in heart.

Fitting war's reality, 2023
--fit, not fight
Pieces of my mind, hoping mostly not to lie, unconsciously.

Lines, floating on singularities too tiny to feel.
Forming
From our conjoined mind's past,
to our oath tied you and me agreement, I admit, I pray,

in much the way I prayed as a child,
hoping to win the lottery,
believing my mercy on the universe plea,
worked.
I can imagine news from the Daily Planet,
I can imagine pogroms looking like a zippo'd village.

Can't we all?
Is not the power of the message art offers seeing eyes,
worth the promise of redeeming shame, cash in the secrets.

The work of a prophet, use the best gift, fabricate a valid reason.
T'is today, Monday, once.

So sophomoric have we become, tomorrow never comes, we know.

Live for today, eh, seize the light, stretch it, stretch it, to the night.

Blessed. Favored above the cursed, happy having things to do, right.
Cursed. Tied to the fear of death, due to childhood trauma, Victorian
moral standards,
five moral generations ago, height of the mission to hide the theft.

History and new thought. Novelty constantly, let me,
entertain you,
let my words be the glue,

listen with a will to know,
and grow your own shelter from the storm,

become a passive unibomber, seek and destroy the glory,
iconoclasm chasm leap

of merest faith, spirit verbing lief as well, mine or thine,
whatever.

Where this is, in a construct believed in as direct objective
The Cloud of all collected knowns and their known uses.

I, ego of the entity I play, outwardly aware you are there,
thinking we think at once,
this time,
this instant, and some men of faith can sell that.
Some sit in the buzz of electrified retiremental bliss,
content. Sowing seeds of kindalikeness.

The prize of the satisfied mind… seek that first.
See what it turns into.

start comprehending what Paul,
arrogant, if Pythagorus be so called.
The apostle, witnessed in the spirit to the
prophets, who warned, they'll
re-tie you to some rules
yule never keep

once you believe you have seen the earth
from the moon, immutable morphs into a
bigger deal where little matters less

than what one of us lets be true.

If self be logos and capital letters, Turkey mean squat,
hexagons mean stop
sometimes they do some times they dont
like spells for finding witches

long ago, the legends say bold Constant C,
dictates all reality
in terms

of timespacetimespacetimespace
By consuming these words you self
evidently know to chew
your blue berries,
everyone's thrill, cheap trick.

selahlahlah meandering in Shaubergian curls,
Fibbonacci swirls to back around rocks too big
to roll, rilling li'l' vortices to under mine
the flow through
that which does least good? whoa.
wasted
time. right. we exist in words. This may be ever.

I went through a phase,
some time
back, when I gave the whole dear reader possibility fog
the power of may,
I said may is your word now and you said we may
as well see where this leads.
Here.

--- is that a line? line upon line line?
precept or per
except

you see cept re grabbing and gripping taking or

accepting, with whole being connection restoring
power, absolutely,
to unthink unbelievables idly uttered with
phluckingoddamthing

weir-ish fish traps served the forest, power dams don't/
but electricity,

she is a child of all the gods, come to serve us all,
for as long as we can keep the only evident inter galactic life pod we have, balanced
along the spiral
of life.
May be or Amen, all the people sayit and that' is not always
the way it goes.

Current speed, each, 1/1300th C. Thrilling, can you breathe?

Heavenly determination
Melody made
Of earthly pleasures
Treasures
Near my heart
Intentions of a man near
Death
With self centered
Under developed senses
Meant for sensory
Correction
In a class of eventual deception
Beyond mental cognitive
Correction
Deception like encrypted data
In a fit of stemming
Pleasure from a different
Member
Rendered useless till I wake up better
With a hospital attire
And moms spaghetti on my sweater
Ambition  of a devil
With a stellar over sweltering temptation
To take ***** in a cave
And save my life
And prevent the fate of man kind
From the overtake of satan's mind
Take my eyes
God made them nice
So Jordans name
Dont sayit twice
Jordan's legs are nice
His face is why
He had to break and rearrange
The frame of future past dated
Back to pre grade 5
And preceeding age 9
The 8 year old with great full eyes
Who escaped the date of age 29
With a name that goes both ways
A little lady spine
Save me a date to die
*** it's to late to escape the fate
I've made and put in slated
Truth I dont want to escape but I'm afraid that I
May change my mind
When they break my spine
And change my eyes.
My self expression explodes
From gods sense of humour
Explaining why.
I feel great but
They make humour of
The way I've tried
I cant take the times
Till jesus makes me find
Missing pieces
Of my love for life
And every time I fucki g hate my life
I changed your mind
You ******* hated mine
I'm going to take my time
It's ok and I
Know its pain justify
As okay and respectable
And I'm safe and fine
As long as I'm took serious
And made to cry
It's a tainted lie.
I've been made to die
So follow your plate with love
Laugh and live
And make every second
A destination. In the sands of time
And make each memory a magical
Dance with time.
You glance back in time
With happiness your going to outlast the times

Standing on the podium, left fist clenching,
gripping tight, with all my might,
the dime,
spent each time, Phrygian magi, winks

No path this way, pray, tell. Where from 502?
Wall, fence, ditch, road.
Running away.
Breathing hard, *****
one way, being as how, this is the end,
the end of the road, that led to here,
breathe
today we act, as known invisible, devised
invisionate, volunteering to disappear here,
breathing
right before your TV eyes wall window,
breaks and I seep in to fill the empty here,
exhailanation -ah,
this side of glory, telling the story of
how do we learn how little we know here.

We listen and read, listen and write, listen
inhale,
ask new from old
sighing survivors of ever before,
prior known, post knowing, speaking in terms
I define, sift down to what I intend to think I said.
Let it out, and one
more ask …
Reasoning still, asking how to measure rations
in terms -ality allows… you can have my rations,
when I die. wwwishweknewish, proof,
breathe a reason
no more, wish away…you know,
know no less, wanna bet, free to try,
get it right, live or die, try, thinking I won, your
turn to take for granted, one more breath,
all you know, in a Phrygian riddle,
that cost me one silver dime,
no less.
Inspiration- al oh al ai knew.
Say it, say I said it, yes, I did,
so what I said, I pay for saying so
right,
say it proud,
and learn later the contention,
does turn hateful mean and angry as hell.
- proud comes with two sides
- I/We only have the good side showing
- swelling up, about to burst with knowledge

Aghastly outburst from a rotting old man I was,
yes, well aware the mirror-mind, was too intuitive.

But feelings, worked, feel like poor, in spirit, see
how might I be more as Uncle Tom was imagined,
ah, right, say rastaman brother mike, up in
portland, where some mad mobs form up,

signal fire, something dire this way come,
we be out of our mind, in anxious thought,
turning all these hairs to grey,
adding not the distance from my head to my heart,
a cubit, stretch --- here it come, the stretch
to the finish line… last unfamous word
- China 2022, who said… wu wei won
We won.
The imaginary final fun some religions find
their followers thrill to imagine, holy ones,
watching all the hated enemies, all those ones,
Jesus told those who heard him, command voice,
love your enemy,
if your enemy is a hungered, feed him, as you
feed you, love him, as you love you,
and watch the coals glow
knowing that love,
and leave me alone, or next time, I shall eat you,
alive.
and the spirit lifted,
I breathed. Yes,
sigh of relief, all in my head, but the bit you took
for too real.

Too much to ask, I ask my thinker,
as the we U ken U be, mostly me, the old guy,
who took out the mortgage on this rock,
Weyekin-assured, on a wink,
sittin' pretty, sazen in comfort, holy as hell,
after the day of visitation, was a real situation,

you were there, we all were there, you know
SYTF, to swear on Bible time then as now,
same
yesterday, today, forever, and
kpow, we made Y choose to let, leave, lief as well,
be
read on, right on,
anachronism in 1995,  ah, a time, dharma, then
that time, I wrote myself a note, asking if I know
- not karma, so, I said, no, dharma now
Ai knows for me, no need
for me to think you, too,
have access intuitively,
you had the internet all your life,
you know you
may as well take every test there ever was,
what is right
use of wrong.
That is the quest, today, not a question being, curious imp,
but this chore, Baruch at toil, am I - transangel-expresso,
¿Þorny issue, U said questions carry marks on a point,
a place, period in time upon which any thing that can
go wrong, shall, but, here
we are
so we know that was not the last word?
speaking from the dregs, at the bottom of the cup
of the day special, at the cost of your final breath,
taken out of queue, wish
a fisher of deeper realms
finds good reason to try
to be, whatever you wish,
once,
and should there be some lie forcing you to say,
you know,
choke, before you sayit, die before you lie,

and the curtain dropped, as it were today, anyway.