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Bhill Mar 2020
immersed in fear and new challenges
the green, green grass of yesterday is still growing
still developing in all of our minds
our minds are the advantage that overtakes the fear
do not underestimate this truth
you will get it wrong...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 90
Find your green grass...
Ken Pepiton Mar 2020
A righteous day, a right used day,

a day used rights appear self-evidently re
us-ible-able
pos-syble eh?

impossible to do wrong. Right word, right time.

This right to pursue happiness, do you hurt people,
when you do that?

Nah, right? Not f'real, but mebbe in a game,

or maybe, may, could, be

y'feel a sorta hate, y'know, like it's us gin

them GANs again, sur-real

feels so real, history as AI saw it coming,

this is a trope. A million years ahead of you.

This is an anchor. Tie your barque for an ever
and a day, on any rung,

any step you can't forget,... say, one from earlier,

Today, while it is called today,
aha, yes, all the promises have threads through here,

any ***** can draw enough attention to stand up here,

past comprehension... settle settle,

puppy brain, is what amygdyla is blamed for,

we intuitive ideas accept that as reality

we know we know in our knower and we don't ask,
your knower asks us,

but
sometimes
deja vu, we beat you, and life feels completely

been there, done that, and only next is now unknown,

we know we
have arrived. we are the we in we, the people who

hold these truths, the whole truth and nothing but the truth
as sworn to on tv,
by you and me, don't lie, we swore... we the people hold these truths

to be self evident, until death do us whatever death do, which

I think, actual death is the doing of nothing.
Learning nothing, thinking nothing, being nothing but dead.

You can imagine that,
in your mind,
not your head.

That's what I said, baby, softly, that's what I said...

first,
gentle,
easy to be entreated, define at its tip point,
treatment
of trapped trappists and jesuits and such?

Truth, set them free, twas the word heard. From God?

Who asked? Are you accusing me, I am a we, if you please,

we, the people, of a truth,
any thing we agree to do we may, agreement, not leading,

flowing, not following, perceiving reception of mental provocations

to good work, in a smile,

well done. Wink. Think. Feel real a while. Smile.

Mobs of peace at social distances requiring morphich resonance,

tuned to best of the best you ever imagined you would play

we imagined those.

Cool right. Today.
Go with the flow, swimming upstream is for after you see the ocean, I think that is a salmon lesson.
E Bhrèagha Mar 2020
Reading your thoughts as you

Paint mine in acrylics upon aged canvas:

I let your mind entangle itself,

Synapses echoing and

I swear it's through osmosis

That our ideas bleed into one another,

Running like watercolours,

Making the edges

Of the paper

Curl.
Leah Jan 2020
it is so funny and yet so sad
yet so foolish
we go to places we don't want to
we talk to people we prefer not to
we do things we will never want to
it is a comedy
it is a tragedy
you can call it the genocide of our generation
you can call it miserable living
but yet somehow it is still funny
Mark Toney Dec 2019
Plato
Play-doh
7/11/2018 - Poetry form: Footle - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Elisabeth Meyer Dec 2019
If it is all just an illusion
No objectivity exists
It’s all in our minds
Who says wrong or right is present?
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