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Ken Pepiton Feb 2023
This week, mired in mysteriousisty, monstrous
enter tech, subtler doors perceptible, whole
Certain trut-le subtle so, Feynman left the door ajar.

Time after certain pointy ideas grow shiny
as any used key, ever bright,
most honed edge,
after i-Ust dust,
the we in which I occur, we
- have been occuring within,
yes, not al-one in, with

within, inside, distinctly not
with out, just cause,
some valid reason for assuming your right,
master minister bond,
order spun chaos patterning.

Prince and Pauper, think it through,
some tutorial must have tightened the reasons,
principal things,
priests and kings, scepters and orbs,
sacred evidence, bundles of righteous secrets,
precious as- jewels,
more precious than rubies, in those days…
worth to kings, as taught by priests,
worth is in things as rare as you…
dear child called of all the gods… just can't wait,
to be king
---------- disneyified reality contains me, a minute
detain, refrain from too much good stuff,
keep your own counsel…
take the grace, recall the science under these words.

pshaw, the knowledge,
where the faces fit,
the use of that jewel master's touch
the use of the shimmering final presentation,
-sell the sizzle,
- let'em smell the onions, and the cinnamon.

how much time fits in a leaded representative space,
only only, one-ly, namely, me - the type
setter, printer's devil, charged to fill the emptiness,
with proverbs,
and random selections from Scripture,
and Nietzsche's numbered aphorisms.
Siri, sorry- generic personal entity,
You, become
proverbial subject
to the idea made
into kings,
Wisdom, the principal thing
to be gotten,
ai, and
with thy getting, get the use,
what good does diamond dust do?

Who owns the rights, to cities in your mind?

- By the time they got to Monterey,
- they all had hammers, hammering out
- love between the brothers and
- the sisters,
- howl, howl foul, all you wish was other
- find a spell
- find a smell, feel the first software run.

Breathe, reality, holding me and all the lines
that led
us, unified states of mind enclosed in bubble
shelved in dark pantry nooks and crannies,
How are kings made?
Old ways,
all ways kings have been made.

There was always a fight,
there was always a winner… and often
a comforter,
for the child of the loser,
or for his goods and services, dues
to the victor, never
for get, never give back, never take too little
when the plenty comes,

and the coveting capability expands
conspicuous among the high and mighty.

To the prince, it was written, learn the inter-
pretending nature,

eyes of Athena embedded in moth's wings,
lobsters only entertainment,
you can feel it, lose a claw,
grow another,
life in the depths, as non-hallel species,
playing pile on lobster Dnana-nana na na
ancient dopaminurgency, have fun,
live life where you find you lived,
before the final plunge,
squealing, giggling pile on, get to the top,
no holds barred…
Two weeks in 502, waiting to mesh with reality today... early JBP lobster idea.
Sadie Grace Dec 2022
How do I accept a gift I don't deserve?
How do I accept a pardon I never earned?
With scarred hands, I reach out to the One whose pierced hands healed me
My hard heart is replaced with one that longs for Him, and I kneel before my Creator as He reveals Himself to me
I am sealed with a promise
The Spirit stamps me
and I know
that I am His

We were created to be free
but it came at the highest price
Freedom is real. Trust in Jesus.
Simon Piesse Aug 2022
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My Dear Poet Mar 2022
Shaking the grains
of salt like rain
over my fries
I bite into a burger
of my free order
and find a sizzling fly
You may laugh
but it’s a little rough
when dandruff
is white icing
on a blueberry pie
A free meal
is a risky deal
and I tell you no lie
once I found there
a metre hair
I choke and nearly die
I pull up to the counter
complain to the waiter
who couldn’t give a jack
just a dingy diner
at the mall
with free meals
and worse of all
you can’t ask
for money back
free things come at a cost
John McCafferty Nov 2021
What values are important
for us to incorporate desire,
should we specify requirements
but be conscious of the finite?

See self intent is quickly spent
as finances continue in transition.
Look for subtle added evidence
when hierarchy of needs remain,
and the cost of which we claim climbs.

The spiralled stage in which we play
is a vast and varied space in height.
We need flexibility for growth through
both hardship and the comfort zones.
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Nigdaw Aug 2021
we spent three hours of my life
on a takeaway
watching a further hour
tick away on a film
bought on Netflix
that I'd half already seen
through my eyelids
an hour wasted on a book
before bed which I'll
finish reading even though
I lost interest in the plot
early on but feel obliged
to see how it turns out
then sleep, one of my few
free pleasures before alarmed
awake by Alexa who I spent
nearly a whole day on
just so I could get up
and do all this **** again
so I can afford more stuff
to fill my empty time
When will you realize that I am no longer who I used to be.

You rid me of the hope I had and the beauty I used to see in this cutthroat world.

Every word and hit you landed on me made sure of that.

You did not let me grow up and instead pushed me into the shallow looking waters thinking I would survive.

And you're right I did.

But at what cost?

Only my humanity of course.

How ironic it is that you wanted me to thrive and pour gold out of my waking life.

When I came out burning from sulfur and ashes.

No warning and no mercy, no.

You never taught me what that was.

All the expectations and dreams set into my very being with no thought of what it would take.

I am not your saving grace nor your chance for another life.

I am not made for your salvation, to make up for what you could not have.

I have always been so much more than that.

You birthed me from fuel and soot.

I was never meant to be what you predicted.

So do not come to me with your expectations of obedience I will never yield to your maltreatment.

I will never be molded into what you want of me.

thanks mom and dad :)))
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2020
Target on my back
Wishing my pockets
Were happy pharmacies
And not sad reminders
Of long expenditures
And indiscretions
At night
Here now
In debt
I'm in your sights
Madam Cashier
Take the first shot
Bill me later
We'll call it even
Equal compensation
Or a semblance thereof
I spent freely
Allow me please
To die the same way
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