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Ken Pepiton Dec 8
May we presume… our duties
- stop reading at any point
- no blame- no claim
- this got some past Pearl Harbor
- laughing,
- at prodigal riches Jus Bellum ******

Quest of the day,
by chance taken,

you feel our shared wish
to know why

the old orders form doctrines dividing

soul and spirit,
ambiguous,
at worst same
which is worse or better
memorializable realizations,
ambivalent, at best… valorous guts

faithful core, sound mind

love enemies, death,
before dishonor.

-girdle of truth, guts.

Gaseous we form, steep, indeed.
Pressure adjust
with a yawn.
Deep Silicate ooze
from some directions.

Every player makes a telling.
Best life on Earth as prayed.

The common story, the court
of public opinion, live
from a mindform retired,
asking -already  asked
by whose authority
may we ask,
must we retell it?
-- I love to tell this story,
of a liar who loved wisdoms
dust motes dancing
in sunbeams

Thou shalt not bear false witness
against thy neighbour.

Close as we found to:
thou shalt not lie…  bear witness

-bear, weigh down on…
take a bead, flat out
lie about a neighbor
on the whole true planet,
that is a wonder
to have being in.

No other's witness, diminutive
visions stretched
to contain paid
attention,

miracle
signum, prodigium, and virtus

see wonderfilled
by leaving
the legend written
on heart discs,
in the cloud…

little white pebbles
to follow, meandering, mean
mental deep significtioncy team
-Hansel's second walk
into these woods, used pebbles
because breadcrumbs get eaten.

Believe me.
We know.
Grimm Ache
to b'com'abit
of worth within
the story re-deveil-ed
uses religious reasoning,

smile, slightly,
at thinking rational
share, taken breath
of life, equal share.

Without money, without price

take and eat, discern the seed,
sow it grow it, eat it your self.

This next part gets steep;
This was not bad so far, same muse
used, but it runs on air, fair excuse.

On Earth, as it is
we live and breathe
and have our being.

Mortal, non eternal being,
brief
seed self soul spirit will
to may perhaps
being sown, so far
so good, living on

past the bone tied to bone,
dry bones, can these bones live,

so will
to prosper manifests
will so

we may imagine we

can, indeed, we can

find just cause
for making peace,
where no peace has yet been,
becoming final mortal form
artful being naturally chaotic
at the bleeding edge, close up.

Zoom out, use your movie eyes, see
from any POV, we are living witnesses,
stirring
up the ashes
of our oughtabins.

experienced
ex + peritus "experienced, tested,"
from PIE *per-yo-, ed form
of root *per- "to try, risk."

Per, 3 of 5, haps we used.
Past tune, tense time tied
experience, re-allied in Truth,

fairly daring my fully armoured soul
to face my informed shapeless spirit.

Laugh, inside, feel the weight, breathe,
and think life all one initialized algorithm,

an I'll go rhythm,
per 1, forward,  
per 2, lead on,
per 3, risk trying
per 4, strikes impression,
per 5, deserves familiarity
"to traffic in, to sell,"
via the per notion
of "to hand over" or "distribute."

steep or deep, as above, so below, yada.
'gotta license per usual ritual yada per
It is the hypothetical source of/
evidence
for its existence is provided by:
Sanskrit aprata
"without recompense,
     gratuitously;" -- no charge, freebie, giveaway

Greek
porne "*******,"
    originally "bought, purchased,"
        per-nanai "to sell;"
             as per usual ritual business trafficked in
          Latin
      pretium
"reward, prize, value, worth;"
         Lithuanian
perku
        "I buy."
<per-#etymonlinev52726>

It forms all or part of:
    appraise;
  appreciate;
depreciate;
interpret;
praise;
  precious;
   price;
     *******.


Moving, characters,
minds we give POV

A personal best, today… I'd say,
if I were another
in my mind.

Reproving experiences.
Legends realized  
At temptation
to test person
hood worth
to the whole weform
informing our swirl
in mind,
in spirit, and in truth,

discernible poetically,
as slight smile feelings thought.
- hum of life around me

The glory of any wine is joy,
our strength is the joy
of eloheem, the host
of heaven as is e
ai, indeed the very spirit
in the idea
first peaceable
indeed mere thought
bought, using patience, pure,
without hesitance,
principle thing
to get the win weform
this wisdom, which is packaged
with understanding,
post experience
we all have access,
in the whole truth package we swore
to tell…
we  define our terms assisted, 't's
bein' how we come
to have these screens,
seen free as far as
we can see,
from many points
of view, seeming fractured
ancient attention spans
creased old folds, sacred
scripture… salted old roles,
form old faded preverbs preserved,
parchments, lacunae, and palimpsests

Spirits from letters let be preserved,
a host of those abide with me,
accounting for sweet hours
in prayer, for sweet hours
in after words, smiling,

We once stood toe to toe
with iniquity himself, and took the bet,
went all in, thinking, I already know.
My side won the ball game,
it is my own head
on the line.

Plural I, laugh inside,
  a we aware peace cheats,
     from war's POV, asks us:
-wombed or un, any man kind,
attempting preverbial believing.

As man hold true at core… die for
true, no lie, tried, and died, deep

Peace, past understanding, hold on,
this goes all night, sometimes.

Who is a wise man and endued
with knowledge among you
let him shew out
of a good conversation his works
with meekness
of wisdom.
---
But if ye have bitter envying and strife
in your hearts, glory not, and lie not
against the truth.

Such wisdom descended not
from above, but [is dark chthonic]
earthly, sensual, devilish.
---- what if devilish meant mm-use-d?

For where envying and strife is ,
there is confusion
as when peace happens
in a mind
on guard
against two things, confusion
and every evil work.

{Feel free to assume all ritual formulae}
Good luck.
No war chants, no bad spirits here.

distant shout
  TOWBRA'

eeha abba embodiable I know
  beauty and truth, ra' Eber memory
  know how

to hold a people
in mind, a we form,
ceremonial memorial muse arousal,
      Those we knew,
who steered us once,
   we find them
in our peaceful rest, long
   moody blues calm, lingering  
    to laugh inside, we knew
the same truth's we made the same peace

when eating fresh fish, beware bones

But Wisdom that is
from above is first pure,
then peaceable,
gentle,
easy
to be intreated, full
of mercy and good fruits,
without partiality, and
without hypocrisy.

Hypocrisy is the art
of affecting qualities
for the purpose
of pretending
to an undeserved virtue.
Because individuals and institutions and societies most often
live down
to the suspicions
about them,
hypocrisy
and its accompanying equivocations
underpin the conduct
of life …on Earth, in orbit
{ed said carry on bear witness}
Imagine how frightful truth
unvarnished
would be.
[Benjamin F. Martin, "France in 1938," 2005]

And the fruit
of right-use-ness is sown
in peace of them that make peace.
James 3:13-18

Used, right, still good. Usable still.
Peace in patience, sharing any good a muse is used to fabricate peace.
The LANGUAGE OF
❤️ LOVE ❤️,
it has
NO WORDS,
It's EXPRESSED
in the way that you FEEL,
It SHOWS in your DEMEANOR, and
YOUR HEART SKIPS A BEAT,
In REALITY,
this❤️ LOVE ❤️ is SO REAL!!!
When you are in
❤️ LOVE ❤️,
you just can't help,
to be with
your ONE and ONLY,
A RELATIONSHIP
that is SO VERY TRUE,
FLOURISHING into a
BEAUTIFUL
❤️ LOVE ❤️ STORY,
THROUGH
THICK and THIN,
the ❤️ LOVE ❤️ OF YOUR LIFE,
THROUGH
HELL and HIGH WATERS,
You PUSH, FIGHT and STRIFE,
This ❤️ LOVE ❤️ is FOREVER,
WILL IT END,
NO!!!!!
NEVER!!!
WE'LL FIGHT for this ❤️ LOVE ❤️
Through GOOD and BAD WEATHER,
THE LANGUAGE OF ❤️ LOVE ❤️,
CAN SOMETIMES
BE TOUGH, but
❤️ LOVE ❤️, is a BATTLEFIELD,
YEAH!!!,
IT COULD BE ROUGH!!!
NO MATTER THE CASE,
WE WILL MAKE IT THROUGH,
IT WON'T CHANGE THE FACT, THAT
I TRULY
❤️❤️❤️LOVE YOU❤️❤️❤️!!!!!


B.R.
Date: 8/9/2024
they dance on the edge of nearly
unperceived breezes
the sighs of dead men's final breath
that follow me to the edge
of the thickets
many lay at the feet of those who wish to taste death
but not know it
brothers in arms
who cross from the horrors often placed upon them by man
into a swath of light that holds no measure of time or space
or pain
they are free to walk from the remnants that linger in living consciousness
yet remain
tied to the moment of their crossing
the essence of their love for kindred souls
Broadsky Jul 2021
light my fuse on fire and set me aflame
watch as you singlehandedly set me ablaze

what is it like to watch me burn, baby?
I'm no better than cinder, ashes in an urn.

lately I feel just like charcoal residue,
remember when I was sweet and wet like honeydew?
do you remember when I was good to you?

how much longer can we pretend?
that we know when this war will end,
I can't express how badly I miss my best friend.

charging towards each other from opposing ends of a battlefield,
no matter how much I beg,
your sword you will not yield.

pull out your guitar and play a chord
I don’t know how much longer I can afford
to run around on this chessboard

moving pawns and rooks
when we should be swimming in ponds,
and reading books.

thoroughly covered in brambles
I‘ll wait as you amble

who knew we could get so tangled in something we thought we could handle?

we’re filled with pride and jealousy,
resentment and envy too

how can we come back from this?

what did we lose?
sketching with graphite
I don’t want to fight
just take me back to that campsite
on that hot July night.
NGANGO HONORÉ Jan 2021
Working hard is an art
Working hard is a duty
The call of duty that's Updated every day
It's obvious
If we want to eat the fruits of the garden of God
We've to work hard cause
Good things don't come from comfort zones
It's just like Food wars
passion and hard work
But no
Not at all should we be in speed
The kind of Need for speed with hot pursuit
The importance is the destination
How far you go NOT how fast you go
Surely the evil is there
You will believe you are in
Resident Evil mission
But trust me ; look not for monsters
Look for human monsters not to ****
but avoid and warn against
In my long run of life
I had to travel deserts i said to myself
O my God !! Desert Storm and they are all here               Bradely - my spirit
                        Foley/ Sheerman - my soul
                        Conors - my body
                        Jones - my hard work
Even when i had crossed the desert ,
battles were not over , are we
in Battlefield till the end
And somebody told me better were in
Infinity war so far as we breathing
No End game
Life  without Hard work
                        Motivation and
                        God's Courage
Is far more frightening than:
Thanos with the 6 Infinite stones ,or
Galactus at the peak of his Strength and Might.

                        Life is real
                        Everyday is now and gone
                        So let's act now and not
                        tomorrow
So this very amazing and speaking to video games and film fans , if you such a person make him read it it's more in his language as yours
muteD Jan 2021
I
am
at war.
with my heart and my brain.
my soul and my mind.
it’s a free for all battle
right in front of my eyes.
but instead of attacking each other,
they only attack me.

I can feel my heart beating.
Too hard.
Each pump pushes
not only the blood throughout my body
and the air in and out of my lungs
but it also
unleashes doses
of pain.
lethal in high amounts
and unfortunately for me
it feels like the whole bottle has been emptied into my system.
As I close my eyes, I can hear the words
my damaged heart whispers into my ear.

A plea for me
to cut away
all the ties
of this world
and to curl up
with the only one
I know means peace..
Me.

But, my brain is intent on interrupting those thoughts.
It has its own need to manipulate the feelings swirling inside of me.
It has its own agenda,
one where it leaves me standing over a ledge
overlooking my own downfall.
stranded and wondering,

why do I tear myself down?
because my mind tells me to.

the words that wiggle themselves down my eardrums have one and only one goal in mind.
and that is to torture me for the rest of my time.

and it’s working.

a storm is brewing within my head.
Rain and hail beat down on my brain
like they’re the hands
and my brain is the drum.

the sound it makes is enough to bring a man to his knees.

a beautiful masterpiece at the price of a life.

but I guess that’s okay
because that life never mattered anyways.

or so my mind tells me.

who am I to listen to, when both want me dead?
A heart that is tired of beating?
Or mind that is tired of thinking?

(Either way, I’m *******.)
I wrote this based off of a picture and I wish you his could see it .. but I’m in the process of launching my blog and I will have ALL of my recent poetry on there ..
daphne Jan 2021
in a battlefield
when your mind wages war
against that woman and i
for your heart's commitment
i will surrender this futile fight
for i cannot keep questioning my worth
every time i beg for your loyalty
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