Regicide.
{this is less than 250 lines, counting spaces,
for patience testing reports made mandatory
in some therapy systems preparing personal dethronings}

Insider uses made first,
to explain the process, confusing users,
decompressing trust,
to this end,
limiting mutual insured construction
as is the natural state among neighbors, historically

natal sense, common natural instincts in us, as users

just beginning to centralize intelligence, secretly
serving kings and things kings are made to represent.

As the annual remembering days honor those olden
tales from our wanderings, days horror infused, retold

mortified if I lied, lying lifelessly, terribly confused reborn.

Did you ever learn the seven year itch,
called not uncommon?
Like a cold, a virus,
a mind hat, ideal
helmet of salvation, self certainty, I am

activating initial me mind hope substance

It may have been a modern invention, akin
to social diseases like carpal tunnel
and latch key kid syndromes
in adult children of alcoholics.

Aim at nothing,
you will hit it, only believe, and squeeze…

--- once, per instance, now … we think we
… are not --- instant recoknowing we think

nothing is ever naturally decoded, we thunk…

this is a breadcrumb trail, as was upgraded,
with little white pebbles, perhaps pearls,
as Hansel had imagined them, previous
to the last leading into those woods,
where there is to this day, sweets
alluring, baiting innocents, just

walk along, dropping bread crumbs,
but, no, not this time, ye pitiful peasants,
no, this time, Hansel came with pebbles, white

ones he planned to use as he had those breadcrumbs
back link hypertalk users are familiar with, from HTTP

here to take point user code
for radio watch, listening see
find the answer using only haps and this once as if
yadayadyad da did da dittydawdit dah didaw
· · – · – · –
- historical machine code quantum leaps… com plete
- hysterical misdirection from **** and Jane,

FTA, why the curricula juxtaposed intro lit
ready readers sorted into fair to tell tales, vid licet
Hans
and Gretel telling Jack and Jill,
after Jack fell, something's fishy, have you heard?

Magic fishes granting wishes, yes, I have heard,
I know the guy, I met him, yes, he let it go.

Per, you know,
is seldom heard, per
haps to be most often idle, discouraging never,

redeem a given chance to let such a catch go free…
never forget Androcles, let such thorns in the flesh

remind us how far we are from pen and ink thinking
recounting time redeemed using idle words as facts,
reapplied to terms of agreement, among us, as amens

we all put our voices behind, a hearty amen and amen again.

All in ever, once got directly prayed for, by Jesus H. Christ,
the author and final shiner on the faith of our fathers, trust

in the savvy Salmon P. Chase, if the money makers trust in God,
we all had better believe those high financiers are truly so trusting

Bulls and Bears, and fractional banking practical voodoo,
making money from nothing and **** for free…

Boomer retro psychedelic glossalialacsadaisical wishery woo

mushrooms and poke salad, with ***** caught on bacon rind…

Clearwater credence revived with ***** and the Po'boys
out on the streets, with the National Guard, yeah

we lived this long… something's happening here, again
what it is ain't exactly clear, there's a child with a gun…

bang bang, you shot me down

as if hate creates its own down fall, and we follow

fundamental bottom mind, let be in us, informing us

Jesus said whoever hears the knock, and opens, as
if Pelagius was an honest man, and Augustine the liar…

----------------------- well… endure to the end,
judgment day, is not judgement eternity,
get through today
one per waking opportunity,
the sufficiency of ra' needing
tov to know so we do not perish, one day sufficientcy, know
is plenty for all the time you have left to figure out your duty.

Just wait, and breathe
find words used pointedly wrong

offending truths missed while accounting,
and redeeming missions using idle promises
perhaps missed mercies free to take, and
reuse, if officially wide of the mark, assigned you.

Perhaps, you knew,
events usually occur per wishes, as it were,

your fingerprints, eventually prove you became you…
as set during pre life womb prep,
we, were taught to wish,
we all were, it's true,
we were born
into talkies and television and radio,
we were destined
to inherit Mohave Radio and Electric.
Just when VCRs and Macintoshes were next.
With a borrowed NorTel 300 baud modem...
Ancient History of the Internet,
where we created the Class for Training
Internet Support Position Career Pathfinders,
The Kingman, Arizona hub of the SilverFox BBS
------------------------- circa 1986
The radio and record store, was first of its kind
back in those boom days when all the bombers
were being wrecked for scrap out east of town.
I knew the man.
A WW2 pilot friend of my Dad,
I rode on Dad's lap,
while Beale took us up higher than the mountains,
Masterson, fine old rooted name, I think, now.
He laughed at me laughing
while he flew a spiral leaning right
for me to look out and see what buzzards see.
Beale was his name, he was a local, war survivor...
- yeah, regicide, Masterson, as a name... of that man.

The man who owned the radio store, he was named

Beale Masterson,
in a town that uses Beale Street,
as its main street, in a town that used
to be a springs, shown in petroglyphs
next water one day walking, this away go
Beale Springs, some day, those got so named,
sweet clear water with cress and tadpole pools,
some forgotten Hualapais left old trails to, back when
the Abo Highway ran from La Jolla to Watson Brake, La.

Yeah, Poverty Point had Kingman Turquise beads, in a horde.


--- 10 by 10, and a LAPL card.

If I were jailed for heresy today,
I could handle Christian prison.

But I am certifiable, using
Wildersmith to test my testimony.

Mad as the Mindhatters of old, those who forced all classed to recognize
the worthiness of men in bowlers.

Can a cell become a home?

In time, in time, lime shining,
essentially professional pearling

surface on surface polishing feeling.

After a while, an answer appears
just so, I used my self me, I see

at home in species specific environs

at rest, attending pretentiousness,
Dysphemistic Euphemisms

Gideon's burning his father's plow,
now, the reminding Bible version,
essential New Testament and Psalms

as the new recruits shuffle single file

E-1 rank, one single file, shuffle past
the volunteer evangelists with gifts,

the ubiquitous testimony ending
in the middle, with Revelation's
final threat,
Nothing May Be Added

For I testify unto every man that heareth the words of the prophecy of this book, If any man shall add unto these things, God shall add unto him the plagues that are written in this book: And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and [from] the things which are written in this book.

He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ [be] with you all. Amen.

Free from the things written in that book, did you notice… imagine that/

True tests, transfigurations

testimonial persuasioning
tested y monumentallized as if
testing convinces sweetening whys

evincing effectual fervency in prayer,
muttering repetitions of angelic annunciation
muttered in penitence, each marked amenably

in olden tolden hagiographies
on Earth as it is in Heaven

once, a hermit sat where Rapunzel lived, high
on a hill, in a cell with a single window, high,

overlooking
evident solidified
fundus mundus granite waves,
rolling hills, topped with rolled boulders, rounded
through miles
of riverwise windings visible using magic evidence+

common sense google eyes
in our common sky, we all look down from…

per- (1) "forward,"
hence "through, in front of, before,
first, chief, toward, near, around, against."

haps, as haps may, fortunately
suffer us to play may sayer as life between rivers
also suffers seasons just so, as life
around us just happens
as we pass through it,
breathe-ing in and out with a happy sense
there's one more river,
to California, so, just one more river to cross

our preferential reference, ferry man come to carry us across…

"The semantic shift f
rom 'load' or 'the carrying'
to 'chance, luck' is not obvious ...."
The sense might be "that which is brought."

Into our place
of final testament, mental formation making,
piling skeletal shells destined
to become marble pillars, testifying…

natural born journey man journeyed here with Kilroy.

stars burn effortlessly
while poets scrabble
plucking words like agates
from the mind’s pebbled shore

they have in common
the pleasure of those who bask
in simple outputs
of mysterious affairs

all we have in common
are kindred thoughts
sifted from every scrap we’ve read
as we seek ideas to explain us

adopt them, call them our own, tell others;
we're ripe and designed to spread
through an inky vector
or letters, anyway  

if you do it well enough you get a piece of paper that says
you’re qualified
but one can partake au naturel
and still have a good time

this is my compliment to you:
i'll show you the worst of me
and you’ll feel perfect
in comparison

if i were a better friend, i’d practice
become a learned artist
to sing the best of you
barring that, i could cheat

you want to be a pebble,
i know the way
come down here
and i'll feed you something from my garden

it will probably make you sick
you'll use words like rustic or pastoral
when you mean shabby and feral
woozy from the earthiness of it all

you’ll be charmed into mistaking seduction
for enlightenment
a tragic folly
like warming oneself with spent nuclear fuel

but enough about my dissipation
let us laugh instead
a wink between old friends
that is nothing and everything

for this is my compliment to you:
remember you are devastating
even when an echo
is the only applause you hear

long after i’m gone
this pebble will remain with
my touch turned to sand

These thoughts of you,
are like the smallest pebble to the grandest mountain,
everything holds a certain value, contributing to
the intricacies of this existence.

And there must have been
an unpleasant disturbance in my heart; as if a pebble
was thrown in my eye’s still waters- causing many ripples.

Oh, it’s perfectly strange;
not quickly recognizing your own tears
anymore;- some people do cry better in the rain.

I became hard
not like a man
but like a stone
impenetrable
camouflaged
a pebble on
the beach
able to blend
in with all the
other pebbles
and let the tide
wash over me

show me how to wear diamond
dreams without trembling
beneath their weight.

I am a pebble, peeled off
from a peak, fraying and falling,
faltering at its feet. end up

locked between the lips of
married mountains; eyes
hinged to the sky, feet sinking

into earth, chest caving into
a coffin where my heart hides
its head. as despair crawls
in to devour the decay, I linger

between the decomposition, dead
to dust to soil—waiting
to bloom again.

We ponder upon the emotions and metaphors
                                    of the meaning of forever.

Is it our wording our voice, is it a single verse sang
                            within tune with out a tune

that holds our meaning to the here after.

What is out contribution,

      do we sing or justly fade.

For we weren't a stepping stone,
               but a pebble that got buried in the sand.

Now but lost in the footsteps that never even felt us.

If we were the mirror of our creation
                and not made in perfect silhouettes.

Then we aren't the creation of perfection,
                           as were flawed beyond our sell by date.

Then that which made us is imperfect in its design.
                  So not omnipotent,
  flawed in its own blueprint.

And so just another pebble in
A dry pond where wishes die.

On the road to mental perfection
                 you have to get over pebbles,




before you conquer mountains.

Never let a pebble
       Become a boulder.

For troubles should never
     Accumulate to the point
          Where you are lighter


Than the weight of your woes.