Two stories warn sojourners away.
One claims it is a lie,
the other says that's true.
Loyal opposing view,
legally bound by noblesse oblige
and the ever with us, poor, survivors;
we carry on, wayward, in truth, living.
Outlaw and outcast, indentured
deportee, pioneer, settler
war-bred ordinary offspring,
to be ready,
armed and ready,
"Big Iron on his hip" gunslinger ready.
Will to **** bred in, warrior stock ready.
The imaginary last days prophecy,
presented to me, sincerely,
sorry, hate to say it, but
you know you do not know these are
my grandchildren's last days, so
do not lie to them, if you cannot lie
to me and walk away thinking I believe
- and ****** if the fool did not begin
- to preach, claim'that his call to us all.
So, quickly does the day arrive, blink.
You are old, and unfinished, incomplete.
Yet, your use of faith by reason is questioned.
Yet, your use of reason by faith is not.
Aitia, we go back aways.
So, scatter-brained and indecisive
as to whether any remedy is worth the umph
to aim and follow through, the old man sighs.
So, squint-eye, slow-breathe, squeeze…
Richard Corey quiet desperation,
Freddie Nietzsche poor luck with the ladies,
Peace, be still.
Let loose, let go,
confess to believing inspirations arrive on time.
Live now, pay later?
NO no no, now,
after, the power needed
to fill a cistern
to overflowing, let it rain,
is in the understanding wisdom brings,
for your use in getting the joke.
Right use, mind full, swept away asgone.
This is water. Fluid reality, specifically yours.
Zeus, Epimenides said, and Paul quoted,
in his Unknown God message, totally
in agreement, the entity
we describe as God, the way and life,
is this truth in which we live and breathe,
and have our being.
Stacked deck, loaded dice
- let this mind be in you -
Living stories told to hold us safe,
anchored on sound reason, solid
ever present memory, reminding us,
we, the raw material for future victory.
Fitting this military mind, reminding each
of others lost in past wars to end war,
and wars to secure trade
and wars to reset status quo, for a minute.
Then the spirit inspired to take and claim
peace given to be taken as granted,
let it come upon this mindtimespace.
Beauty or the beast, attention paid
beholds a prophet, professing ancient wit,
"hey, spirit in aspiration and inspiration,
prepare to meet thy maker, conspiring,
to settle the hot and cold front clashing
grunts and groans,… Activa hits the gut.
old patterns matching
lining up to be one line atop
ever along the edge of both sides
-cave wall reality
flat as Texas when the dust rises
reminding old wombed men of
flattering floral print flour sacks sewn
into everyday dresses nobody wore
Ever fills never with knowledge,
used to stretch the whole known
bubble of we, this observable realm
of ever changing never
while ever expands, changing
being the honest true umph
to now being after before,
morph into this moment,
in my future, you smile.
Commas cause breezes.
I rub my eyes, ideally virally dry
Jah,jah, joke's on me… I know, it's light.
Old man me, says he ain't poor,
he is dependent, and thus
swings as pendulum do, to and fro.
Test my best reaction time,
draw! Hour after hour, gain the fame,
fastest cut, softest touch, listen, is it true?
Old knowns, trusted sources, bow before
of faithful textual search engines.
Fact checking. Pre-defining heresy, as
one such as I say the voice of truth, I hear
as may all actual others thinking thus old
yet, never ever dying ideas that ease,
Fret not. Perfected praise, from the child
in my son, speaking out, from my realm
of perfectly good reason to think we share
mindtimespace and often think together,
unwittingly, i.e. un with knowing how ness.
Lying saints, deceived disciples, cry heresy, blaming
God for all discrepancy
in the ever ready sponsoring
of the innocent and despondent.
Enter brown Franciscans, little grey Dominics,
flying nuns, and holy terror inquisitive tradition,
grace is not free, i.e., Jesus failed.
That's right, so, we had to fix the fools who said
truth known makes free, non free, oath bound minds, every child must pledge actual child
faith wise under God, as in, so, help me,
God is real in any American model child faith.
It don't matter
if every uttered word,
ever swept into a storm
of stories living long, longing
to be told
there's that temptation,
to be led away from,
rise on your own version
of the same truth told,
as all men do, we lie
say we deny the flesh and
feed not the pet lie, oath bound, we do.
We must, when we agree our bubble
becomes all the truth we feel kin'ly so's
to imagine Jesus did not finish destroying
the useless boogie men and witchery wombed men, evil manifested as war's own reason,
first child of pride, father's anointing oil, son.
Cast away your anxious mind, take a line, hold on.
Chreia, as you may know, say things intended to teach.
The man with a grasp on the simple why, why, why
did god make man?
To survive the last days. Ok. To reach ever,
after what? Now,
right. So, immediately…ever after
Feelin' right ghine, noghucking way, but win
Worth next, time to attend to price.
What's a unit of human bemusing worth?
Whole thought thread assistance
isisting is isting being in and out at once.
Insisting a will to stand, corrected.
The authorial reality POV, me
first person to the second I involved
ready reader reading inky slow, each
sigil sign if-if-fine lining the tray,
a dust about a carbon atom thick, taking
form as the other shoe drops, you know.
Tryumphant self insured, we got spares.
from ek- "out" (see ex-) + didonai "to give"
EEKING OUT A LIVING! that's it.
The first hit. Nothing ever changes,
and where we remain, goes on, that's all
-- Part 7.
Rules for ryhmes crimes and times
evolve along a central point,
clearly to be seen right through
you imagine, there are more of me,
more of my kind, lacking proof,
have will, may travel, no guns
or other forms of self defense work
in the realm of words, authorized
tele-real, to feel tomorrow from today,
if it all works out this way, one day you
read this line and think,
what it is ain't what a reader thinks,
and the first reader readily agrees, so, what?
Slide passed past outsider angst,
slip into the answer to my accepted
prayer, to be led away from needless leaps,
and delivered from useless endeavors,
given peace that functions as fire does,
-- Part 8.
Authority to prophesy,
it is true,
there is a lying spirit,
learn-ed prophets study under
-- here there afterrrr
learning to rationalize, y'heah
to call the Bible, any version,
or any locked down revelation
backed by kings and priests,
holy secrets only saints learn,
routes out of any hell
our kind stand before kings,
we never once grovel to stand
we must, we exist in this as like
National governing entities,
under girded by ontology myths,
ordained by the triumphant one god.
Opposed by the Manichean Heresy,
made use of after all, as fearsome
with which to defend the story churches are.
I sneeze a *** of gnosisnot, it's viral, just
hard fact, as the old point finder found,
chreia aitia and I and little-i- as inspirations
wisht you a merry life after christ mas was
Peace, on this
Eretz, right ritzy here, the ancientssss life pod,
we developed from, if creative evolution
is not a local solution yet, just wait, let us
as we say in this realm of free association,
breathe, and let patience have her perfecting
Ai, on the battle field, calling all three medics,
Christ, it is as if
Easter, is a season, some times, some places
always perfect outside being in weather,
where I would go, if this were heaven,
and from here, I laugh, when you learn
I learned, yesterday, to invest mystery
Wiseassenine Netflix Dylan grin,
"But there is nothing, really,
nothing to turn-off."
Really, I say, I shared my dreams,
made all my portals open,
tell me more, mister wizard,
when was war your best work?
when you came to bring this sword?
-- imaginations exalting themselves,
-- as corporate monstors are wont to do.
There were a few,
in all their ways, accepted
as right by virtue of being self
standing upright after all's been
said and done,
in the area where Jesus,
has been known to reside,
with his father, since ever,
you imagined it true as it is.
Uniquely your house of God,
find all the words you ever condemned with
and redeem the roughest ghucking foul spells
full of filthy wordcontainers of filthy thoughts,
as are hidden in the deepest recesses under
the vates, come, listen, to the story
'bout a man named Joe Bob,
who's yer uncle, back aways.
Part of what makes you, soul wise
unique to the same degree,
and often more unique
due to fewer shared
chins and noses and the like,
family spirit and image, like,
like, like, like, like, we all
each other thinks,
in the internet common place
attention based economy,
your time paid as attention
so subtle when I say a million thanks,
you feel the briefest imaginable ASMR.
Kinda, subtle clinch,
nah, nothing, eh.
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