As a man thinks in his heart, so he is.
Thus the early warning for uninitiateds,
Pomposity, this is not, yawn
hypnopompic (adj.)
"pertaining to the state
of consciousness when awaking from sleep,"
Accepting the hand stretched toward my spirit,
the idea that is me, in your mind, tenere- root
tension, the push and pull
stretch the minutes into days, yawn
hear,
the rolling of the dough, sticky, folding
butter and sugar and cinnamon in, ah,
coffee, creamed
morning,
in paradaise,
pomp and circumstance, ministers
solemnly stepping up
recommencing the quest, master.
To make a form for spiritual consideration,
of worldly wisdoms and philosophy's guides
granted all with access to the raw data of us,
clear text incontextual time locked eternity,
part one
all we may know, no real secrets lost to time,
all we may know, upon waking in confusion, is
and was known, upto now, but no further, see,
between thoughts comes time, no force felt,
think, what reading really is, is us thinking again,
a gain, a step in the only way time relates
every thing to next, smooth
only on the surface
tension
of our enclosing bubble
of being,
bound
by words we never read, really,
while amused
at the talent
of our acting friends,
where everybody knows your inclusion
in an active Dunbar herd
of potential help,
the one in need, indeed, met
the wedoms, most common groupmind limit,
the size of a military subgroup, hereditary
strategic deployable drilled
to respond
to drum and bugle calls,
now radio, neuro linked,
orders conveyed to science users,
ready made from those so usable,
second string and above, do what you love,
ding, the bell, another round, ding
imagine the power of players taken in,
swallowed whole by an ancient serpent ,
slowly growing from worm to wise will
to oppose untrue why factors, long used
to beautify the imaginable future, if,
eh, Rudyard, who were you watching return
from Balaklava?
Did she force you to see?
Lady Elizabeth Southerden Thompson Butler,
Ai, ai, we totally know, yes,
must be some history in her string of names,
but,
what she projected on to the medium
what she witnessed in her spirit,
she showed us, the after facts,
the faces, the mud, the blood,
weariness and desperation, hope
captain, tell us, that's enough
war for the world to see,
life in color on canvas,
the message is the medium,
in it's pre-acrylic hues from tubes,
the latest advance in painterly tools,
and new colors, brighter, longer lasting
to let the spirit bearing the message,
alive until you stop, and realize,
you may, today, stare all day
at fifty-seven windows into
Lady Elizabeth's
upper crust wisdom,
becoming today's prompt,
To ask, if you do not find it easy,
my assuming you used your will,
voluntarily, to find the art abstraction
taken from the mindshare gone global,
my friends in all the lands enclosed
within the world wide web lattice work,
filtering the light we see through
to objects in mind reminding us,
of awe, the state, aha,
we agree, we sometimes weep
for those who live in foaming lies,
remains of old nursery fixed hates…
Have you gazed a while,
at the messages from Elizabeth?
Have you zoomed in to see
the faces on the nameless,
the glorious-less role call, no.
I can't not go again, you see, war
and me, we
be adversarials and unreconcilable,
I swore to oppose all oaths to
pomposity, solemn turns first lie
to principal reason, first need met,
Art, making for the sake of making,
in the chaos, see the beauty, we live,
we who use words to capture thoughts,
think, we words, are no longer thoughts,
nay, we know, knowing, science, is
knowledge held as true, even known lies,
and the multitude of uses pride contends
is good to force feed kids, stacking order,
status quo, master and emissary, in one.
As a we form sapience spiritually coherent,
we all must protect,
free thought, raw truth, full function,
breath, modulating noise,
to seem musical.
Whew, hew and cry, scything on…
yes, self analyze,
woe is the skeptic
in America today,
or, no, the other way, today, in doubt's
haying day, sickles at the ready, stone honed,
…
least labor, follow the leader on the right,
starting from the left, northmost corner,
sweeping south along the terminii line,
proprietary responsibility border line,
work worth
sweat, taken as a feature,
water as a gift,
given by the fortuitous cloud catching
streams of conscious muse using,
refreshings, cool, new media,
cool, new colors, look, Spot,
see the images of all the worlds finest art,
right there on your globally tied in common-
uni-cating we conforming information device.
see close, zoom in, zoomers were born to this,
- old boomers who saw these images
- saw them in CMYK
- on shiny magazine paper,
- the message was not as loud as now.
Peace maker companions,
sharers of the one bread's condiments,
take some pride in pulling down imaginations
making peace, where a clamoring lobstrosity was,
warfare in the spirit, make sense from non-
sensible factors determining will to become,
still, observant, ignoring not knowing,
being left in the story your father's faith told
submission to authority, only obey,
-- line up, dress right, at a glance,
-- proceed standing at attention,
= be the message sent by the Bearskin helm.
will-less, submitted, under the orders
in the message most recently made law,
all those covered under the blood of victims,
in order to save the world, we must be ready
to let it evolve, no sweat,
- death has no sting, no lie,
- duty however is a killer,
- and pride the very worst.
Live
as might your favorite Bible character say,
sufferage is alright, wait and see, right,
you can choose your truth,
do the math,
vote by references to
chirality, right, or sinister,
the spinning difference is awesome
we mesh, fi, my talent, fits you
we become a one mind team
involved in mortal conscious
answers to sworn confusions,
Will to ever learn,
is a feature all spinning things use,
to stay in formation as we scythe through
ongoing knowing life is hard,
knowing is easy, taken slow,
bringing in the sheaves,
golden grain,
once worshipped,
worth the sweat,
laughing when the works all done,
was the winter breads and stewed roots,
all sets and settings we may imagine, on earth,
some sense we all share, every where we connect,
all at once, the world was enclosed, in clouds
of precocious proprietary secret methods,
right way to do things, procedures,
reusable code, rituals, rules and consequences,
object, entity in mind, abstraction, a pinch of now.
This is how all that ever matters must begin
in a literary effort akin to scything sown seed,
in a co-op thought pattern, me,
to you, feedback in the medium we share,
the air we breathe, but more enduring ties,
realizable already imagined known, yes,
the very idea that yes contains, on contact,
I know, be it how first or why, I care less,
yes, carelessly I spill my neuronic guts
distinct chakra reasonings, as factored costs,
go with your gut, but
first, grow ripe past pompous display,
look away, look away, do not open
the source code we think we see,
ah, me, too late.
Lady Elizabeth Southerden Thompson Butler, Roll Call, came to mind, and I knew it can be found, and I hoped to make Kipling's if one notch nearer the mind that witnessed the aftermath of the Crimean aliegances alive today.
