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Jeremy Betts Oct 28
The stars will not align
Everything
That has ever meant anything
Is taken and I'm left with the rind

You can't combat loss
It will touch you
Change you and destroy you
There will never be enough fingers to cross

Didn't expect it to be easy
But this is too much
How do I go on?
The one thing my failures have in common is me

Life can always be worse
But that means it can be better
I'm not that trend setter
The is starting to feel like a curse

©2024
Ken Pepiton Oct 20
Any alienation possible on Earth,
is speculative, at best.

Chances are we are all bits.
Relativity, given a will to make sense,
at one stage the subtle hiss says we are

one mind, can not make sense of another,
all is mine, my mind, I run the decision tree,
intuited in code, init
from one seed,
proceed consideration,
ah, wait, seeds from nothing,
Chicken and egg sequencing, in mind,

rightly dividing, soul and spirit, will and way,
who can say,
we think, we live, with no forethought,
no plan to become, yet, then
now, jetzt wir sind, denken.

Nada mas. The upright walking man,
is unstable in all its ways, wombed and un.

Which leads to why we walk with toes
pointing everything thing in us to home.
Superior problem solving creative mind form filler, fix the pinball balance switch it continually flashes tilt... or is this a gamble, can we win... more than we invest... like a ***, satisfied with plenty?
Ken Pepiton Oct 11
Daily on recollection of what you are,
Teach finding found in retrospect.
Automimic transmissive self.
Didache epiousion,
pursue our own happy state,
taking the granted goodwill done.

Cosmic inspiration,
not bread alone, teach each phraze
enough good sense
to feel a way
when darkness sets in,
to stay,
do not attempt
to change station
when suicides, all say, see, told you,
all the ones we know, and some I didn't,
linger as reminders spun
to when lives end,
unfinished, abruptly,
by entropic right,

step outside the fire circle,
be swallowed by the night,
step farther into the night,
be swallowed by the stars.

Feel the massive black hole,
spinnorially tying edges
to themselves, up
goes down, in
goes out,

ever, as far as
mortals are concerned.

Living at a gallop,
the last mile of the way,
laughing at whys nearly lost
in my dust of disintegrable missed
opportunities to force pi on phi,
making flowers open ever so
slowly in sunshine dust so
fine one must believe so

simple a child can hold the idea, as
sunbeams hold motes for eyes to see.

Galloping away,
dopplering an oscillating
instance recalculation allowing
a second glance to hold a century.

Agree to testing,
partaking not in legal usery,
calling the whole truth to judge.

Full measure for a life well lived.
Envy not the talent, know the meaning,
weight to cost of potential use for something.

You, there, listen,
lend me your ears,
let me hear your take on precise measures.

In spirit form, we may imagine, we are,
on either side of the loop thrown
around us, was it once said,

dang me, ' oughta take a rope…
hang me cut me up in pieces,
let me symbolize the cost
of FREEDOM, in will, fall
in love and wonder,
why so many lie,

she threw me for a loop, like
a centrifugal railroad mag-levitating
behind a star tied in macro manifestation.

Yet, the whole thing remains beautiful,
at scale.


Ink, where no ink is,
skin, where no skin is,

lifestyle game divisions,
fans only, believers only,

wordless worship paid
as attention, aimed at that,
training taken in after domes
enclosed crowds as big as Athens,

when Socrates corrupted the youth
in training to become guardians called

by God to honor their constant pledge,

and then,
Jesus
appears, with signs and wonders,

and the messengers make evident
the degree of authority involved,

good will, of the highest order,
most complete good will there

ever was, ever before, done
on earth, as it ever is in heaven.

Or, the story is unbelievable.

------------------ scribal note
2024 Ai advises one to know:
a talent's worth is variable, by use

Ancient Israel: used to describe the value of gold and silver used to build the tabernacle in 34 Kg chunks.

New Testament times: used the unit to represent a substantial sum of money, equivalent to 20 years’ wages for a common worker or valued between $1,000 to $30,000 today
Ask your titular agent teaching you,
In the famous parable, who passes the test in Psalm 15, using foreknowledge?
What a privilege to be alive with such assisting intellegence keeping us learning our part is easy, we think.
Zack Ripley Sep 29
It's almost alarming to think about
how easy it is to stain your skin.
All it takes is some sun, a drop of blood,
or even the slip of a pen.
Luckily, it's easy to clean
because it rarely gets deeper than your skin. But what about the times it does?
How can you clean,
how can you heal what you can't see?
It takes time, trust, and the right people.
Malia Sep 27
If only I didn’t care!
I could float through life unaware
I could spend my hours on practical things
Without wasting time, pursuing the truth.

If only I didn’t care!
I could ignore the annoyances, anger
Would be a far-off imagining.
The world would be gentler, muted
Peaceful, calm, and placid.

If only I didn’t care!
I could lose the bright contrasts and
Colors and flaws that make me
Who I am.
Ah, perfection always
Looks the same, no?

If only I didn’t care!
It would all be so easy.
It would all be so easy and
Dull.
Jeremy Betts Aug 31
Kindness didn't always come easy
I spent far to many years angry
I thought there was no choice,
"That's how the world made me"
But that's not what comes naturally
It's simply not me

©2024
Jeremy Betts Aug 26
It was never about
Taking the easy route
I was just desperate
And made a last ditch effort
To get the pain out

©2024
Ken Pepiton Jul 19
I am, as a thinking, word using muser,
of less
or more weight
in word's worth
on balance,
a day lived, doing nothing, but respiring
and desiring a joy use, as joy making use,
of me.
What's that worth
in time?

Time taken,
as granted, mine
to make use of, true,
any use I wish, after all,
all I've done
tripping old tale snares.
Recoding NANDs just
in case we need a second
reassurance this is the way
to enter
in to the peace past understanding creation,
the mindform used
to tell whole truth, sworn
to tell, circumstantially, as happening
to be led
to leave oaths being,
once sworn, sworn forever, and not like
happens only in movies, everytime,
once, regarding a quantum
of original thought,
rethought,
from first stories
of language, lingual word sage
tongue use, local mimicing ****** speech,
shibbolethargic sibblicity
barring outsiders
from making sense, save when
we all use our bodies to talk, say,
what we feel about the truth, the worth
of a straight
against a full-house, in a game of liar pride.

The winner calls the bluff,
or never shows her hand.

And all those free from guile, go on dancing.
falling man, falling star, falling conscious... feeling old, in life's easiest ever way.
Jeremy Betts Jun 21
My past haunts tirelessly
There's a lot of it at 40
Also less time for recovery
I wish it was "get some therapy"
Type of easy
I wish they'd stop blaming me

©2024
ZACK GRAM May 31
6 million jews
Possible
8 billion people
Possible
Both Camps
World War
Sun Moon Stars
Both All
Proven
1 step futher
Keyboard
Same
Same Place

Now
Whos not included
ABC
123
Infinite
ABC
123
Un-Opened

So Open
So Step an Type

Investigate
Consider
Concentrate
Invision
Once Opened
All
Silence

Whos bigger
You stuck
Or
You honest

We are not alone
We are caged

Processed Daily
Tested
Worked
No exit

Where is the exit?
Go outside
Close the door

Spread Love
Share

Transform
No Question
Say
We are not alone

Praise Creation
Praise Placement
Praise Chance
Praise People
Give
Recieve
Free
Unite
Its Time

6 million Jews
8 Billion Humans
Whats next Lets ask..
Proof
TINY
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