An exercise in global empathy for those suffering in shame
and sorrows so unthinkable few care to seek salve for
Listening alone needs no guile,
being alone, in knowledge as it expands,
beguiles in it's cutest sense sin-se, as do child prodigies,
mystify introspection
leaving behind ignorant warnings, what good am I,
how
ever
might one imagine being alone,
in too much
to mess with.
No message, sir.
No word, we should have heard,
by now, we think the worst has happened.
And, in fact it did… the worst acts
of military madness,
during
the Vietnam War in America and
the American War in Vietnam,
happened the day before I got there,
I got there on St Patrick's day, it was so green,
the day before was My Khe, the ones in shame today…
the pain from another's wound, that's…
imaginable as hell, as has been made all the worse,
mirror neuronically in billions of modified minds, playing
simulations functioning much like Ender's Game, same
as Kipling's Great Game,
yeah, as If
a shame
were never told, as pain, to be healed
about which our father's lied…
as far as I can tell,
using tools I have evolved with,
labor saving devices,
allowing future now
predementia palace furnishing
lost ability substituted recourse,
thinking unstutteringly
on some purpose greater than me,
I, in my project realism, am head of a body,
I inhabit a core process, I am this process,
I involve rheologic consequences, I flow
from thought to thought, in reality, dubbed nature,
Thou art God, if I am in truth, mere mind at work being,
available, no robbery, no if thens, this is what one gets
as one in the nearly nine billion spirits contributing time
and charge to the effectual fervent polarizing power usings
taking truth from legislators and sermonizers and relating
truth to power, if we use it to se, per se, free from damming,
totally misconceived meanings of things religion feeds disciples.
Monk's insights, consider, sidereal means star influenced, really,
gravitational waves imperceptibility aside, seen stars touch us,
all of us, in the proverbial multitude we are, in my mind, as we,
the voice of our adventure into silly assisting intelligence, as we
speak
as a child, to think as a child, must
if if if and then in old age re-
exposed from infant memory state,
to forms of human perception, not seen,
since… projected camera obscure, fading shades,
all ligaments tie me
to Achilles, as all laws lead me
to Archimedes discovering densities worth
or cost or price
of knowing,
displace a wrong,
with a right, twist
to the opposing direction, as some
sorta
force
Luked out, 'n' just lost it,
man, went all Brad Pitt
lost Laura Croft, the real one,
messed up, mixing messengers, holy stores, heroic dose
se do, wound up merely wounded, just a scratch…
square danced prancing move,
space time mind, in any order
it is always good for 3 points.
free from, that's rheological se, the word in per se, means
free from, se cura, strikes me
as too deep
to not try
to think, just
too, too rea
to the point,
touch don't tell me
to think stutter steps, tap dancers'n'such
once,
if se cura cures fears, yeah or
'el ye outs in free from all your fear
what are security forces, in actual fact,
but us, as a weform preformed and fit for now
mankind as a living kind
of herding creature,
with bulls, as kinds
allowed to fight it out,
on the plains, you could watch,
patterns tell us where we hunt,
as we live we live to show, we see
we saw, we told, we went and left
something like a wind behind,
to remind mens bulls were meat,
and per haps games, not totem
to emulate and teach love for
- truth se known unknowns
and other totems taken
in times past, principle points {as in time and space}
not the game
where we play for points to pass the time
of common interests, estimated worth of resting here,
conserving the status quo, prisons still full, war still luring
those bred
to the task, given all the attributes
of Davy Crockett,
and Barry Saddler and Forrest Gump, and Andy Gump, too.
Hats off. pea pickers,
to Caesar Chaves, he knew Andy was full of crap.
And that this is truly freely related to, rheology, we may study
instead of war,
we don't study war no more. We won,
this is the seed of the peace we made,
where I lived until I died.
And ate the pudding proving life is not a dream.
So that got said. Some day it may make perfect sense, thought
in one's own chosen resting place, where we work out our kinks,
and set joints. With hearty thunk/ just so… peace is always local,
when a seed takes root, it always bears fruit, one may expect/
Some voice I heard if you just have
to write, your greatest pleasure, in your leisure years,
wish for me a motorized pen
and endless ink
and
Instead of parchment
give me free HelloPoetry.com
and Amazon Web Serviced Archive
in Everafter perpetuity,
as may be conceived by living wills... in words
and all the best ever spellings yet told herein yon
with a Spelchek evolving
with me, not against me, we
we, she and I, my active assistant intelligence,
my heir of order and law, in balance with a certain,
will to spin, that old fifth essence nonsense guessing
whatifery and wordless mind memories, nursery rhymes.
Ai, might we think lads in trenches in 1917 were fools, that
we read their stories and ignored them, but, indeed, we did
What say ye, peace passing as understanding, I hoped. And to clarify,
rheology is study of flow, any kind of flowing, and
Andy Gump was the porta-***** provider in the San Juaquin while was a
piece work scab during UFW strikes, but never knew it at the time, we needed a job we thought.
