Time taken to imagine thinking like Jesus,
when someone heard him say something,
like this, in passing, whatsoever whosover
agrees to believe that we can do together,

well,
if we ever get together, we can plan on it,
like, how does it feel to be in spirit form,

we might ask Jesus's father, who he says
is always with him, as he is, as a man, mortal,
alla time, you hear it, God is a spirit, a optional
the often is assumed the more comprehensive
truth in deed, the act of using the wisdom left,
the spirit then extrapolates to all that ever is

after somebody told somebody Paul said
Jesus uses the ***** but it gets stars on HP,
can think starry words, but don't write em.
ghucking phonics laws of social order,
ways around unreasonable fears of dirt,
free press has its perks, nobody pays me
for your attention to their ads, makes me

wonder,
how do ads make money, from peripheral
attention, paid in passing, oh yeh, nikes,
see the logo, hooks the kid, it does,
see the logos every where we look,
invincible ignorance, never thinking,
convincingly enough the idea, as in
adultery, done in one's core as is me,
we may recollect every aspect of now,

the perp was wearing Nike knock offs,
too new for the Nineties vibe, we knew,

due to those shoes were my shoes, word,\

fake news, those are new new acting old.
SAW stories, sacred ancient wisdom,
nike was not a god, but a power,
to make believe, we ran the fastest race.

Broke a sweat. Thinking the thought counts.

Patina, intensity of existance in Earthian air,
all things grow here, and growing is getting old,
dissipating losing isotopes a tic at a time,
lighter and lighter being,

enough to fade away, through all those old lies,
my love don't fffade away, we roll our rocks, we

live to learn forever, first best deal ever, we say
okeh, teach me, ah, autistmatic on
curios use, wise, aha automatic gotitinit go to…
basic
we may infer is the highest use, initial use, some
think, wisdom is the pastless point of no return,
once the spider impresses on your child mind,
-Alte Vista never recalled their spiders,
do not believe you are ever alone,
believe we keep ourselves sane,

some days, plans shift, you had time, I didn't,
so we had the exchange of hearts ceremony,

prepaid attention to details used to confound
the wicked, tell me quickly, is deception ever

really easy to learn to do, to make one think
this and that seem familiar enough to be one

idea, in guise, not a body, an external form,
appearing as apparitions are wont, as femforms,
wisdom's free play children's rooms,
infested with
sprites and nyadds and nymphs and such,
virgins, ah, we all know of such roles, yet,
wise, once, such were never so imagined,
not even
really, prior to Epstein, the island one, we
did not experience those old demons work,
as priestly oath bindings used on battle fields

all the old lies sold
for power work today,
they are knowledge, ra' difficult to master,
by the way, this is one of those days,
unforsaken, patiently proceeding to perfect.
oo..
magic, some say, knowing the cost of learning,
endlessly, efforting to tame the lust of craving.

Sweets, dainties of kings since the days
when dates and raisons and honey sweetened
- cost of business among traveling road shows
- to witness the ancient ritual dance
- of seven veils…  our grandchildren laugh/

the mingled wines afforded the children crossing,
lines of responsibility and redemptive worth accrual,

no longer precious to any who see thee,
no longer innocent chorus for the prophets, listen

when we make up a mind to do something, when
did we first know that knack, will to do, will to try,
- little short attention spans all dancing
- in the dark
will to admit the price higher than reasonable,
will to pay it because, higher provides servants,
- little short attention spans all dancing
- in the dark

with experience, often challenged, never doubted,
for what that's worth,
the winner always turns the cheek.

The post reality madness never sets in,
those with this time taken as used
to read the rantings
of a spirit, unrestrained,
laughing at waking
in the future of a plan,
I married the bride of my happy old age,
unashamed, besmirched with guile for denying clues,

found in open spaces and wild places, once investigated,

NAND gates permit second thoughts,
once what if
becomes logos, original mention,
truth's wise construct-
ion...
all things are made
by this logos, words, instructing
precepts conducive to order of usage,
heavy mole measures  
atomic weights on balance scales, heavy
Daltons or AMUs, used to ignite the core of suns,
indeed, on our grandest news attending we filter, we
become the light of this world, for a second,
or Pico second.
or so never again allowing children grown crazy
under constant threat of thermo- fusion nukes, suns
in bombs glare we could see
from the Cerbats, easy,
any minute, Armegeddon,
no, those were lies,
insane use
of nuclear energy was never blamed
on Truth, not on any oath's threat,
under sworn oath to obey the authority
as you cruise 20,000,000 leagues
at launch depth, year after year, no internet,
focus on about 10 thousand neighbor hoods, any one
near you, or so far you never imagined they had nukes,
we can respond, even if hell breaks loose, we payback
all those powerful enemies of truth itself, united, in war,
war is one god, no god's servile beast, war  is chaos guise,

those who never fear death or post death retribution,
no dogma can leash such minds, ever free, imaginable…

we make peace with knowing that.
We live as if my next has happened by the time you could
have read my mind and found this same stream, a trickle.

Happy ever after is a temporary state, we die anyway.

****** Earphones
The black earphones were made in Red China by CCP turtles
They worked for a year giving reasonably good sound
Then the right side stopped working it was totally dead
It was out of guarantee just over one year old
The left side still worked fine with clear sound
That was fine if you were ok with it that way
He wasn’t ok with that not at all he cursed their crap
Nowt but mass produced junk made by slave labour
He listened to three songs tried messing with it
Unplugging them bending the wire increasing the volume
He looked at the wire it appeared fine so what was it?
What exactly was the motherf*cking problem!
His white earphones would do the job he swapped them
Tried a song full volume the sound was at both ears
These had something wrong the frequency range was off!
No vocals came thru just a mass of static with bass
Back to his other black pair he’d listen with his left ear
It was better than garbled sound of no music at all
Both pairs made in Red China by CCP turtles

Keeps Loading
The system keeps freezing it makes you want to be elsewhere
Rather than stuck here in work using a tool that’s frozen
You’re not in the mood for made in Red China jokes
You want to be on top of the mountain free from all this
Oh what crap you must endure but you have your reasons
To do all this and in time you’ll be free of all this *******
So have patience and let the system load think of later
When this moment passes what you’ll achieve do
This will seem like a kid’s dream or mild distraction
Till then your obsolete system keeps loading
When this time and moment passes it will be worth it
This you will fully see and understand

China Computer
The laptop was made in the usual place
It was substandard crap designed to fail
With a charger that worked half the time
With a screen that was only half bright
With a keyboard only half sensitive
With a mouse that was half frozen
With a speaker that was only half loud
You get the idea of this piece of junk
Nothing but crap sold by the million
Mass produced throwaway *******
Soon to be dumped in the landfill!

You don’t have to remind me of my scars
That I have already been seeing everyday
Even the faded ones which were too shy to resurface;

You don’t have to shoot the arrow unto my head
To rip it open just to tell me I have been wrong,
For 27 years, I have lived inside of it..
I have been familiar with every corner
I am used to seek comfort of;

I have been to its amusement park
Thrilled by its own roller coaster ride
Slightly mortified by the same horror booth
With entertainers disguised as ghosts
That weren’t as scary as what they portrayed to be;

I have gone to the forbidden garden
Filled with apple trees, harvested every ripen fruit
And tried to put them inside my mouth
Without chewing them
But the snakes ate me instead;

I have slept with one eye open at night
Gate keep my own thoughts when
One by one they start to wander
Through the woods without a guiding torch;

You don’t really have to tell me what to do next
We aren’t required to cross the finish line all at once
Nobody said this should be a race
The route I am taking might be sloppy, topsy-turvy
But I know I am moving at my own pace.

Made In China
Your electrical items stop working one by one
First the kettle stops boiling even tho the red light’s on
Then your microwave stops heating tho it turns round
It gets fixed and works for a week then is totally dead
As for your TV it turns on but has a single line across it
The VHS video player ate the **** tape and jammed
Your radio gets nothing but static on all channels
The mobile phone charges but dies after 3 minutes
The other charger that lights up but doesn’t charge
Red LOS modem light means no connection
Along with a new fan with a burnt out motor
Your car radio eats tapes ejects CDs and smokes
The aircon is clunky and spreads a virus killing us
All items made in Red China sub standard parts junk
Unskilled low paid slave labour don’t give a ****
Don’t buy anything made in Red China its crap

Time makes no resting places,
such occur in time spent, unredeemable,
waiting to see the effect,
suffering now to be,
wait, a call, yes
or
no, I have no terms to offer. Redeem the time
you have,
don't feel the need to borrow on eternity.
----- jump cut ---

Salve on the wound, ******* spits out the bit.

Mount up old man, we got an old tale
stuck in a Shalomic message state during
an ego war.
-- there are those scribes
-- wrestling, like kittens with the yarn…

Heir of winds am I, in mind to be.
What would I do,
eh, Jesus, what about you?

peace, be still, I'd say, in a voice so small,
few feel the call to listen to the first word
plied off the point in ever outward,
pearling, pear shapes,
stem to pollinator,
being all we may imagine,
in a given moment of peace past understanding.

With a prosaic drumming mixed in the humms.

Bees at ease in my perennially
blooming rosemary hedge. These fingers tapping.