If you will, I do presume, as I know my medium,
I am not set cold lead type read backwards
by printer's daemons,
for centuries,
naturally,
to you, words, ready
for many readers,
at once,
at a rally, all receive fliers, and tracts,
-- who and how was paper made back when
the noblest institutions of high order master
hereditary right, the nation owns any born
on American soil, I knew a guy from Nogales,
he got drafted same day as me, he was a citizen

and all who spread the message attested to, see
it's true, I drank the generic flavored water, see

Only my misgivings have been taken up,
into considerate response
to my insistance, art

does good when used
to hope with, made hopefully,
easy to copy and paste and think
today I intended to enjoy my case, true
that is what we call worth-ship, true rest, worth made
art with patience
be, worthy upon reexamination, dailies, marking time
minutes or days
worth the price, being paid
for me, I laugh and recall,

Sgt. John Whykill,
to ask him, would he mind, recollection
he died last year, around now,
he laughs
of course not, why would he, we agreed,
in the spirit,
noblest occupation is  bagging peace seeds,
any thing we find first peaceable, first touch feels good,

blessed silly so good sometimes, submersion, getting there,
just pretend
peace
clear, I did not hear, but sometimes,
I can remember hearing some body imagine,

seeing a rainbow clad entity conceived sorta like us,
feminine angelic spirit being, all visuals are imagined

I never have forgotten some thing I learned,
from a man confined to a VA hospital
in Miami, I miss him, then I think

we had all our best moments laughing.

We got to the bottom of it all.

What attention's worth the price after production,

original intent was mentioned with no ion,

no intention
to define a republic, Venice,
for example, imaginable, global village,
once we all accept the other right,
Dunbar number voting nodes agreed
to be, as we have all religiously agreed,

truth is worth more than profit margins.

**** sapiens have limits second sapience
cannot correct, conscious autonomic
fear of falling leads to running,
wait and see,
some peaces past took eons,
to get one decade of happy slaves…
carnal mind defensive nodes, remenants
from the lobster stacking game we trained on.

Truth, as wisdom, known with understanding,
old magi serve freeing wisdoms,
precept upon precept, stepon
onstep.  Step weight push

on step get the swing of it,
there was an e once and a ce
suddenly imagine flying if no body were needed
cloud shape sneezed realized galactic form,

yes, stop motion slow time mode
our sneezes are force formed shapers
of our kind, coded notes
to T cells
in virtual
vitro mental
marrow… healthy bones,
barring bad luck cancers,
who's
to blame an insufficient faith,
shame,
what do you think we are, among the stars
we have living
on earth
with us now,

the first children born
into 5G and didital
currencies and for seeable futures

with no justifiable wars,
with reasons
for being re
validated each generation, all simulations

mirror neuronically producing identical
patterning vain prayers
to change the code.
--- until naked, was the word
--- naked truth the child said,
--- while pointing at the new historic towb
adversaries all righeously enrobed, ra'
fallen man eats fallen fruit, yah
never picked, ready to eat, ripe\

Stop this world. I want off.
And as anticipated, it's never that easy.

There's a cmd line to find, nnn redo okeh
but no make it like you never intended to know.

--------- Aesop's version
Never attempt to serve two masters in a cage fight.
No, that's not the moral, the moral is, take the win.

Walk away and make your peace with all you used
to realize
you do realize most of what we agree is real,
can be made to seem unnecessarily hard to learn.

Patience, Herr Doktor, the fool's remedy,
is as beans evident to Pythagoreans.

Have a nap
And a snack
Before you attack
someone undeserving
By overreacting.
When anger fills your veins
let your blood boil
But speak kindly.
I gave you room
for more than one feeling at one time;
but only one tongue,
so speak to my children with love.
Each word spoken
Doubles in sound
And what you give to this world
Will come back around.
Glove your hands.
Cushion your grasp on the world.
I made your palms strong;
More than enough
To build up life,
Though it's by choice
when you tear another's down.
Don't clown around
and waste your life
Denying Time.
There's no excuse.
Even I am not as old as she,
And she is stubborn
And unyielding,
So walk steadily,
And stand tall.
Be proud of yourself.
Stay grounded in what you know-but Always remember:
I know all.
You know some; some others know more, And some know none,
Yet no one is dumb,
Just unsure.
For those who have no conviction
Or strength to fight
I gave you feet like the tree roots,
Dig your toes in the sand and tower over Anyone who chooses to be
The first flame in a fight of fires.
Be my burning bush for hope and change, Boiling blood exists for a reason,
There is a time and place
For everything that you are,
And everything around you.
Travel far
And feed the hungry
Under the blue skies I reside in.
Shade and shelter your kin,
Yes! Your brothers and sisters.
Even if you don't know them..
Especially if you don't know them!
Then get to know them!
They are your family!
And i command loud ringing
Voices of comraderie,
Echoing happily off
Homes you built
Both outside and in.
Your temple
That houses me within you
Is coming along splendidly,
Child!
You've grown into a fine reminder
Of where you've been and who i am.
Keep going,
And do everything you can.
Like storm at sea
Rowing over waves,
Keep faith and,
Also remind yourself that
You're worthy of the efforts you give others,
So another's love
Had better
Match your own.
If i answer "No" don't fight it.
I know it stings.
Oh yeah, protect the bees, they're important down the line.
I hope you like flowers,
And rivers,
The fruits of my labor are for you,
And yours should be for your children too.
Teach them well,
And after a blink or two in time,
You'll see them like i see you,
Nearly divine!
You'll feel proud to know this world ive gifted you is safe for another day.
So rest your feet;
It's time to come and stay with me.
Let's watch the world you helped create,
And Rest easily.

i start to mourn it
when its not over.
my body leaves traces
of unspoken distortions
of reality in motion:

our first kiss, our first
date, our first hopes and
mistakes, will they matter
in the long run, will they
turn into a free fall?

trying to cherish what we
have gone through i feel
so isolated by your unspeakable
truths, your saddened distance
is a blessing in disguise: i fear

i can not look you any longer in
the eyes. your remarkable sighs,
the silence that stomps on the tip
of your tongue whenever i tell you
all i want is to talk, all i want is to

have you, feel you close, make you
promise i am the one thing you really,
really want. i find myself wondering if
that's all because i never had you in
the first place: i wouldn't be begging

you to tell me if you were truly mine,
if you were on my side. i feel unloved
and unlovable, it's not your fault if
you don't show what you can't show,
it's not your fault. all i've ever wanted

in this life was to feel that someone chose
me, prioritized me over everything and
everyone: i've prayed for that kind of thing
to happen with the desperation of a small
insect not to be pushed against the wall.

that will ultimately be my downfall: to still
believe i am not worthy if i am not being
loved, to believe life was meant to be lived
in love, haven't i had enough? i spend days
paralysed in bed, crying my eyes out to the

memory of a future tense in which you are
something i can come to, a home, a haven,
a muddy love letter. i can no longer wait
for you to be mine. you've never wanted that.
yet i don't want to be alone, i don't want to let

it go. why should i speak hard truths when i can
devour sweet blindness? why should i believe
it's over? lingering has always been my worst
and best endeavour. i just wish you made the effort.
staying would be less painful.

Awful times, to-do list overflows, yet nothing feels worth doing.

In this garden of dreams, our hopes start to bloom,
We plan our harvest to each season’s sweet tune.
With seeds of intention, we carefully sow,
Planting seeds of compassion where love’s rivers flow.
We nurture our seedlings, watering with care,
Tending to growth with the patience we share.
Through sunny days and the gentle rain’s kiss,
We learn from each challenge, embracing the bliss.
When we say “I’m sorry,” it clears out the weeds,
Making space for new growth and meeting our needs.
Together, we toil, side by side, as we learn,
In the warmth of our love, our hearts brightly burn.
With each passing season, new wonders arise,
As we cultivate dreams beneath wide-open skies.
Now we’ve matured, this love that we have grown,
Reaping the sweet fruits of the care that we’ve sown.
In this sanctuary where true selves align,
Our dreams intertwined like a strong, sturdy vine.
Together, we’ll flourish as our garden expands,
Creating a haven where love understands.
With future horizons bright and clear,
We’ll nurture our journey year after year.
As time moves forward, hand in hand we stay,
Bound by a love that will not fade away.
Through life's final chapter, steadfast and true,
Our hearts remain one in all that we do.
In this eternal garden, forever we'll dwell,
A love everlasting; no words can dispel.

Do we value money more than the time it takes to achieve it?
We waste our lives for it?
I waste my life for what?
My priorities for what? Missions, goals, dreams, for what?
I waste life on things I find more interesting than essays about people long put in the dust.
I hunger for highs, good times, but I get lows, work is important but how much–
for certain?–
I do not know.
I draw back from application, while wishing for balance. Instead of working hard I found it easy to survive off of talent.
I want to learn,
yet haven’t grown,
to find the equipoise of work and play. I know what I do instead.
I spend my time lazily, convincing myself at every turn that tomorrow will wait for me,
that I’ll have time
and
enough time to finish everything, and everything well.