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n-khrennikov Nov 2018
The bare hand
hugging thoughts.
reminiscing the sigh
Heart broken, eyes broken.
Peaches of mandarin and orange
Rise, burn, smell of the other day.
In the silence of the small room
  I hear everything,
and darkness lies
in the castle
of the ego.
H.хренников
those brains are delicious
- my favorite, in fact -

but let them rest
for a white-hot minute

rouse that ancient
heart center hum
om home, love

I hope
you make it

with
or without me
What do you know
I'm full of surprises
I'm glad it made you laugh
When I talked of love and setting suns

I don't know what to call it
So difficult to read
Presented with your affection, the attention
Then eat the dust you leave behind

Get close to the rock
That won't sweat your crazy smiles
Want what I can't give you
The new range without a brand

Get closer to the wild
She's bracken for the lonely
Want what you cant give me
A sunrise in loves demand

Sit and cheer me on
These dive trails were for you
Every note I hummed this year
A part of every sad smile melody

I thought I might make this rhyme
But that wouldn't be our way
Reject whats needed deep within
As soon as the other gives up the game

Get close to the rock
That won't sweat your crazy smiles
Want what I can't give you
The new range without a brand

Get closer to the wild
She's bracken for the lonely
Want what you cant give me
A sunrise in loves demand

The best of me is yours
I've had to stop to catch my breath
I'll save the scissors for later
When you come mining for my skin again

A hernia in a basement
No nurses are to tend to me
I'll save the pencil for my lyrics
Believe in me -
I'll pay for it in skipping beats

Get close to the rock
That won't sweat your crazy smiles
Want what I can't give you
The new range without a brand

Get closer to the wild
She's broken for the lonely
Want what you cant give me
A sunrise in loves demand

So stand and cheer me on
These dive trails, they were for you
Every note I hummed this year
You're part of every sad smile melody

I don't know what to call it
A warrior in defeat crying "Axios" up wind
Presented with your affection, the attention
Our script must be lost along the way

Get close to the rock
That won't sweat your crazy styles
Get closer to the wild
She's broken for this homie
Get close to the rock
That won't sweat your tender smiles
Get closer to the wild
She'll take your heart and run a mile
Lyrics by: A Slow Heyoka Written on Aug 3rd 2019
Mystic Ink Plus  Aug 2018
TRAILS
Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2018
Focus on the goal
To reach the sun

Even if
One falls
One will be somewhere
Up in the space
One can be
Proud of

Keep walking
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Never Stop
Softly Spoken Oct 2018
As the air thins you are called to memory
I am as yet
Unsure of what relationship exists
Between the flitting nimbus and velocity
And me
Perhaps the times I fell away from the earth
Skirting through layers of atmosphere
Between the curvature of horizons
And a past sunset far behind me
I left traces of longing In contrails
I left vapour trails of emotion in the sky
Understandably you are filtered from my gravity restricted musings
With feet on Terra Firma; no contrail exists
Only here with vermillion slashing the clouds
Carving a wake through air so fast sounds can’t catch me
Do I remember how I howled
Iz Jul 8
They say where there is a will there is a way
But you tell me there’s no will inside you yet promise you know the way
As we walk over puddles through marshes and under the trees I begin to realize
You lied to me
This is no path we’ve taken but the road to our end and that is where we find ourselves tired and broken ceasing to go on brittle and beaten
Like a worn sickly dog
forward is a must to which I lack the will
1    
     Go fly a kite!
     High!
     (&
     i'll fly
     It with yoU!)

2
     a long-distance throw;
     frizzbee flies
     like a UFO;
     clear blue skies;
     a tic-tac-toe
     of them trails
     called chem trails;
     nano-aliens hatch;
     he makes the catch!
Whit Howland Jul 18
What's to fear about

a memory of a lazy
summer day

laying on a patch
of lush green grass

staring at a benevolent
kingly blue sky with a firm
but gentle sun

that suddenly
is drawn on
with frosty contrails
of  a jet with a silent
calm and steady hand



Whit Howland © 2019
Ken Pepiton Sep 3
Learn how to detect, contain and mitigate threats faster,  

that' why our kind studies war.



War against chaos and all it's spawn

Since the dawn

Never lasts forever.

Ever-y story's hero in the end

Wins.

No exceptions. That is the rule.

On the scale of grav-it-a-tional forces,

This muthas-hell-vier'n hell i'self



In yo face spell chick ain't nobody

Got no papers on me

I am the teller of this story in this book

And you, there, are the readers.

Welcome to my collection of clichés that click

In time to the echoes of the spheres



A.I. *******. In a gotta d'feata! We allus try umph, first.



Say you put a spell on me

Correct me if you must, but

Later, spell chick.



Now we have guests who've never known

A hatter at all, mad or otherwise.

I have known three, all saner than me,

You shall see



What I mean but

Do not fear

Fear is a terrible thing right

Here here

We need God's Grace by everyname

Any of you can think or say or know fore sure

Carries hope and peace to nullify victory.



That legend was lost but indeed did hap

Upon a time when songs

Lived the stories and the stories were legend.



So few survived the chaos at Babel and

Those few that did are t'ain'ted all to hell

One's I heard tell 'em as well

Say it ain's so. All to hell. T'ain't

Whacha thank ye know ye know



Crazy old coot pushin' her Safe Way Cart

Cat-a-corner from the zoot suit shoppe

To Walgreen's, middle o'fift n'Broad Way

Downtown LA, back in the day



Can you see that man. That really happened

Jus' the way you

Saw it.



Onliest thing is it only happened now then



Get that it's like getting' all wrapped up

In light no shadow at all

Doubt to the power of the farthest prime

Fails to fragment such light

From the outside.

Ever-y fire-y dart that twisted sucker shoots…

Quenched by the light.

Good news always seen from every perspective

Same thing, perfect

Peace full nothing broken nothing missing

Shalom

Get that, too.



Now, just watching old Mrs. Crazicuk

Makin' Her Safe Way Cross Broad Way



Famous image. It looks exactly like you imagined

It would

Had you imagined it and

Not just me I mean

I think we all are lonely for

No reason for some reason



Notice Mrs. Crazicuk's book cover

Upper right corner

JESUS SAVES in ten foot tall daylit neon

Top'o Fift' n'Hill. That's real.



I got a picture. From the internet.

(Hello Poetry don't take images, so Google-it)

Look real

close

If someday somebody explains that  

Castle Gothic crenelated thing in the back ground.  

that  



I know ain't real.

Please point out I point out  

the otherwise overlooked – image

If you ever see what I mean



I imagine there's more mystery  

than here at the moment



You see we wee are at peace  

ever-when you find us

Lying

Legends have never turbed us in such a way

As to cloud the waters  

Stirrin' mud

o' cludin' weak light to simulate more dark,  an old trick/

an angel-like message troubles the water
stirs up the muck and mire.

Jump in

Then walk home the long way



This book we're in, life we're in, what ye may call it, we say here,

So it is.

Amen.



Little people. Legendary little people survived

Babel's chaos?

Not that I know, no.
From January 2017, this is like a flashback in a Series, to a scene that happened ages ago, which led to now, by way of AI.--- I reread post posting and remembered using that picture  on a book cover you can see at https://www.amazon.com/IDLE-WORDS-Radioman-Chronicles-Book-ebook/dp/B07F3P1Y8G/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=ken+pepiton&qid=1567484904&s=gateway&sr=8-2
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