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Some shapers of mankind, the generally intelligent
tool making creatures making art for art's own sake.

Fixing mind and matter,
mixing now with how and why,

knowing from experience why is not a factor.

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Mistaken grace, lucky chance, living in 2025
anywhere with survivable weather,
and flowing water to carry away filth,

pay attention, this is why we dig new courses
human events start getting too easy attracts flys

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Image imagined, seed
form preformed per chance,

a thought, one with you and I
in it for the minute we were passing

I saw you, I think you glanced.

Hello, is this that plan of love, the God
of all the goodness ever invested in kings,
who proprietary ordination empowers
the sword granted … whereby to rule

to the glory of absolute authority, and law?

Or is this core memory aching, akin
to kindness feeling second had shame

mostly for the fine Babylonish garment…
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Customary process, central casting,

fishing for mindforms, mental being things,
essence of otherwise, tutelary chronicles,

proverbs and bywords, warnings and courage,
core rational portion from the produce pursued.

Literary realms, creations formerly used,
to attract a curious sort of personage,

storage, stacks and stacks and stacks of books,
accessible… by chance, by my own good graces
sakes taken alive,
in time, ink thinking, clouds of knowing, gracious
sakes alive, indeed, who could ever even imagine

such a time as mine. Me, the author and finisher,
of my own reverent worth, in terms of uses made

of things I made up.

Guesses, guessed again, and again, reasons used
rations consumed, lacunae and palimpsests,
who sweeps away the ideas invested
in ploys for fishing men, the working mind kind,

writer ready honed most point, practically,

perfect middle being, in terms imaginably infinite.

Average day on Earth,
depends on connecting strands,
boomer children in rural America
emperically accepted radio as natural.

True, think back, watch headlines and hit parades,
and roll back to the Arkansas that prospered,
Tyson chicks and Perdue feed, chicken sheds
rental, 'swhat we got, and all the chickens we et.

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Industrialized agriculture,
terraforming Earth, some wise,
ways and wise al ways was one idea,
right ways and wrong ways one idea, true

right is the hand that writes, or throws, or hits.

From the center, which, despite poetic otherwise,
does hold and emanate mental imagining in letters.

Let us leave off judgement, guaging worth in time,
or frontal cortex costs on each beat through old arteries,

Leave well enough alone. Let sleeping dogs lie.

Who needed such a proverb, as a child?
Who benefits from letting this mind seem, literal,
words in sequence intending happening actual
re always as one thinks one is happens
to seem coincidents, ala, I knew it!
I was just thinking about death,
and wham, I thought about somebody
dead, because it's
in the news memorialized, that day, we all,
you all knew, as I did, dead poets, distractions,
look away, child, look away, do not behold
old drunk Noah confessing his dismissal,

how Ham offended the exceptionalist Model A,
after the admixture of Tubal and Jubal in Naaman,
Sybils all the wives on the ark, carried the talent 2.0
hnnnhmmhnn who knew first, hmmmm
in the red tent tellings, whose smiles
became signals known only to wombed men,
re veil the nobel lie, call it novel, new autism 3.0
singing stories did occur,
with no words, no spelling,
birds not too distant, up
in the tree we wonder under.

Then if Eve had been En'eduana,
should we wonder
who invented secret messages seeming let be
good, new thing,
new experimental evidence,
we see, all at once
on ten thousand streams
a second,
at our own experiential can you
act as if may were always your word

imagine, how the internet was intended to function,
can your ontology logically link Turing and Von Neuman
via Genesis to the last verse in Revelation?

Imagine, that. After a pause,
a sprite speaks softly yes.

The excuse
for Babel, was written
after Babel was pre-served,
all that was of any merit, deemed
all after must hold true as written
selected… from the smelting ***, ore,
stone stew bubblin' in m' soul, iron core

after all, as were all, save a certain immensely
exceptionalist form of groupmind conservation

be very sure, we're saying mere what if, say

Mohammed was described as saying, truth. He said
Eber's language, ever being so very certain truth works,
-- secrets kept from children for no true good reason,
-- some things are right better in secret, sacred is that…
-- just between us, oops, better re alized public worth
truth, used, makes free… so what
body bound, Earth bound, carnal mindshare industry
entertaining strangers, unawares, prime message…
brought before your meaning seeking mind, may
is might in first person,
may is your word now,
is that legal to believe/ ;awinker init.

256 ----------------------- on time paid a bit
attention's worthit init, having some t'pay it wit'


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From- any instance,
any at all, instantly once, whence
any stored ad libs liberally worship

sharing a valuing system, worth's measures
made kid friendly, no lying allowed, local true
prodigies, spelling contest winners who knew
eureka means, I found it, eu is joy, the emotion.

Now, remind those living after 2025, anywhere,
not Mars, that, we may as well imagine doing here,
recovering life on Earth, before our usefulness expires.
Well if the press is free, we should make thinkers use it while breathing...
we all talk
about the now
being in the know
knowing where to go
going where we already know

where is now?
geographically, not mentally.
where must i be
to be present
presenting the PowerPoint
my life on display
is it Jakarta? berlin?
baku, beijing or dublin?

how is now served to you?
any dietary requirements to be aware of?
hot or cold? or even, lukewarm?
is it customized to your liking?
or unaltered? half cooked?
medium rare?

do you tip the server
of your now dish?
or consume it
on your genetically altered past plate
with your fragile future fork
knowing when you're done
you'll pay the bare minimum?

when you purchase your now house
and live in it with your now wife
and now kids
with a cute now dog
will you wonder who lost their now
so you could have yours?
now
Pouya May 10
Sitting in the crowd,
Let them think I'm crazy.

Let me let go of ego,
Let me drop that mask.

Power is within, now.
Freedom is here, now.

Am I crazy — or awake?
I'm feeling alive, now.
This poem was inspired by a real moment — I sat cross-legged on the ground in the middle of the city's chaos, letting go of the need to be seen a certain way. I allowed myself to be judged, maybe even seen as crazy. But for me, it was a raw moment of ego death and inner freedom.
silvervi Apr 28
Just watching to see
Just coming to breath
Just listening to be
Just living to explore
What is behind that shore?
Each moment brand-new
For me and for you
All roadmaps abondoned
I am on my own
Being guided by NOW
Seeing what's gonna show.
Heidi Franke Apr 22
Memory garbage dump
Holding everything old
Aged releasing all

I've realized my brain
Swollen from decades of thought
Now, only wants now

Goodbye to the past
Earth quakes releasing the crust
Cliffs of synapse fall
Reaching an age of retirement I'm left with only what I remember, like they are prints that guide my future direction. Which would be disastrous. I want to purge my brain of all things past so I can live now and into my future. Nothing in the past shall remain. How I try.
silvervi Apr 13
There is no need to rush. Stop stressing around. Start looking at this very moment because this is where you truly are. Now. Alive.
This breath is needed for the next years to come. Let's give this breath our attention. Let's stay present with it.
This was a reminder to myself just now. I figured it might be helpful for someone else.
Zywa Dec 2024
Just to get a grip

on what's happening, I say --


out loud: nownownow.
Poem "Omdat het niet mogelijk lijkt tegelijkertijd te bestaan" ("Because it doesn't seem to be possible to exist at the same time", 2022, Maria Barnas)

Collection "Here &Now&"
Frank Cavalo Nov 2024
Time has a fickle memory
Such oft it o’erlaps
Deja vu, of the lyric —
That Time itself — entraps.

Devours the page — engorged
‘Til you are paper-forged
Drowned — heady, in pretty epithet,
Losing Time you can’t afford.

You can’t unbind the shackles
For Time has lost the key –
Better to live a fleeting bliss
Than a prolonged misery.
Zywa Nov 2024
You can vaguely see

what was and what will be, but --


Now remains hidden.
Novel "Lighthousekeeping" (2004, Jeanette Winterson), chapter Known point in the darkness

Collection "Here &Now&"
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