Forwards and fore words are cult if ations, (cultureshapen)
words we would find mean more
than their idle kin dread, (a play)
if we had been reared
A push from behind,
*** put padding for a reason,
Mrs. Marshall said. Second grade.
A word, to the wise, is enough.
That's the clue that leads to leaven,
and a little leaven...
you know, or say you do, of course,
we've known yeast
resurrects in our bread, for eons and ages,
We know how things work.
If we be honest,
a little bit, we know how things work.
Sayin' hon, I ain't sure I know what honest was.
To tell the truth, I don't suppose anybody knows,
wit'out attention's terrible price,
secret price, only the paid and payer know it, ever.
Sacred makin', sacrifice,
that's a one time deal, for real.
A mortal man can't know until he dies if he unbelieved all his
lies, but his try's are said to give him some -umph,
What manner of men are we that it is given unto us
to be? That is an answer worth paying attention to chase, per
haps. Not, to be or not to be, what choice, before now? You know?
Remember, we asked. Together, we agreed,
that greed will draw us to the treasure,
do you mind my taking greed from agreed and making it work.
it does work. it is an essential elemental,
desire is another word they use, but that gives it more
purpose than greed, and calls for more minding of the process.
Once a reifying action has begun we must maintain our equilibrium,
find ourselves falling, once more, into dis-traction
on life's slipper *****.
Slipper-iness has meaning.
Ask any little princess planning to grease her foot with KY.
It can be good or bad, not good or evil.
Squeeks from the audience, sometimes signal gasps,
as agap is crossed, like a spark,
mnemonical daemonic algorythms, those ain't bad you understand?
The Intelligence in Re-al, 's'no accidental instance of order over chaos that just cain't quit,
that ain't it.
Geeks as you know geeks,
Gates, Jobs, 'nem, A. I. Imagineers,
did not write this algorithm of life, as it turns out,
The Idea of *** seems not to have needed help
designing a safeground,
where kids can play.
Sam Harris axed me, vicar-iously, Do you believe in literal
re-sur-rection of some formerly
living thing/ any?
Yes, yeast, I do. It seems dead, only our knowing it's not
and proving other wise de-ifs the possibility it's dead, now alive.
It's like that cat box, Schrödinger has.
Anything is possible, *** knows, Jesus even said so,
wit' ***, all o'this is possible,
save lying and dying and failing to be good for me.
Living, it seems, is the deed we do
to prove living forever is worthy of trying,
happily ever after, starting now,
if you wish to stay mortal and never know,
You know you die, so you die.
that goes on.
It's **** to try that with no triumph in sight.
I heard the phrase Jesus Bomb during the JBP/Sam Harris talk on youtube. I thought it might be fun to make one. If you notice, the poems posted here, byme, time as proven flow together onward.