Few,
I know,
I understand, few living
or in legends that grew as
all things worked together,
to sort the plebs
from the patrician heirs,
do, or believe done, indeed.
Oldest deeds
to land grants
to the suppliers
of groceries
and entertainment, bread et
circuses, happy merry men making
**, **, **, and a bo''le o'***
or a jug o' cheap wine,
though to drunks not allowed
on Election Day, or on Christian Sabbaths…
under which conditions, persistant coughs,
forced the man
with a dollar wine jones,
into the local pharmaceutical corner store
for a dose of Terpin Hydrate and Codeine
signed for on Election Day, even
in Blue Law Counties.
Now, Terpin Hydrate and Codeine,
can only treat persistent coughs, in elsewhere,
so liquor stores stay open on election days,
making days after, hang over, asking
what was sup, sup
post understood,
prophesied after effectual fervent prayer,
to do right
by you
a mandate from heaven, a Cyrus, envisioned,
and presented to the horde arriving
for the circus, worship the story,
in spirit and in truth, as one believes,
one's own self authorized to lieve being
true as true can be, taken, as given
in answer, apokrinomai phonic Greek,
as first person present tense I am made
in the eye of any beholden to a tried spirit,
come to pay respects, we watched the show,
unmazing performance, unraveling the weaves,
we've all imagined praying prayers that work
miracles, witnessed, before our very verifiably
wedom minded oath bound souls dispiritings
virtuosi-like - sudden shifts in sense, presensed
we were
all in black and white, and 254 shades of gray,
and the idea's that Boolean signs enforced,
with weight of knowing > custom duty tax
for sellers of wasted time spent on old mechanics.
Mind tool collections, mostly hammers and grips,
a solid anvil and some super sharp hardies,
my legacy used to prove
real life interruptions, fires, and wars, and weather
none one experiences, none one frets or prays
to prevent, taking grace for granted, lets hope float.
Gnoshit, some old truthz remain true, bottom up,
down in the dirt is the seed of every actual need,
and forces intwined so fine, you never real ize
you felt,
fine.
Stretched, strings tuned to creation, breaking
glassonion speedborn legal reactions to reasons
used to train warminding brains, containing secret
whys called reasons,
for the hate needed
to **** with.
Survive a babble
Copy that, say curio-wise…
Whom do I owe
for my survival, so far?
Say you know, I'll say
mebbe so, if your ideal surviva-babble
possible ever, after,
alls been saids been done
and ever at all in reality
exists,
is there a place where evil is punished,
for being known
in all the common
ways we think, lies we believe,
should be taken to the forge,
to be reconformed, to the hardy hole,
needed tho, never needed knowing,
how iron sharpens iron, steel hones
the edge,
in mental wars weaponry,
phi phantasy spirals
fibbonacci saw wise
twist most simple, bending x
hex marks the spot, you see x
hale the used air, taken in nex t
the rest
of the story, shall we find an ai
to read us, or shall we read our minds
and act as if we are listening,
fretlessly to all the jazz
wrapping angstroms to pure joy
adding the idea of a slight smile
using lost peace to make some
good for nothing pure
evil, imaginary, mirror neuron firing signals
to the glands
from the guts to each
knot of knowing relaying response
to the noise - cries of havoc,
Tense butter better
be war-y
settle, that was then, this is now, roles
change minds, don't think mind's don't change
kinds of minds, even, whole categories
of minds, character traits, collected,
across a seventy-two year space,
two minutes on the Babylon
clock calendar whole truth
concept wagwanfyew duty to reify
if I were
what we agreed, to let be we. the plural I,
weform the patterns we make, the paths
we take, the patterns we use to make sense,
swirls and x t o A pi the sign, >< whose to say?
sets change, pillars come
to seem
to hold no weight free thought
recognized mustabin wild
- remenants proving result
- recognizable mob rule following
- deme domes as above so below
So, domes do work,
tunnels work too, the problem is,
nothing to do, the Coen bros tol' you
and if truth were told, living words told you.
Mental exchange graces many breaths, deep
taken with intention, to think, commas, work
That was in the era after the atom bomb,
and before the repulsion from Dianetics, umph,
Voltaire's secret, written invitation to converse
with him, in his or any Wikipeadian tongue,
his conditions were my agility to define,
my own terms, peaceable,
for good reason
infection, will
to define my terms, wish
to have this magical mechanism
to hold this thought, and link
on that phrase,
to make a novel, a new
way
to arrive where life leads, when followed.
There has never been a press this free on the inside, public poetic pools of provacative creative vacancy where no war's reasons balance, ever...
