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Stephen Knox Sep 2024
It broadcasts the lie of scarcity, never enough to go round.
Hiding reality from all eyes, ensuring it not be found.

The solar cycle awakened us, now having a common goal.
The search for truth and knowledge, connects our mind our body and our soul.

Be the skeptic with squinting eyes, hearing he “accidentally drown”.
Unlimited supply of narratives, put there to confound.

As all these escalations rise, it will be easier to see.
The more we fight amongst our selves, the less that we are free.

This is happening as it has, seven times before
The golden age of enlightenment, again knocks on our door.

Invisible energy from the sun, ever on the rise.
Changing humanity’s structure, you will come to realize.

As you evolve into yourself, the process, clear to see.
You are the source of all that is, down here split in three.

Place your attention on a moment, see what you have found.
That everything that’s ever been is composed of just light and of sound.
Debra Lea Ryan Jun 2024
I  LISTEN
I  TALK
I  EVEN STARE
AT AN EMPTY CHAIR
SENSING YOU ARE SITTING THERE...

'CAUSE I CARE!


Debra Lea Ryan
(c) 10/06/2024

☀♥ƸӜƷ✿♬
A trippy moment or two I had recently.  It has not happened for a long time so it was a spin out eh! Ha! Calls Dr  and asks do I have Delirium! Ha!
Zywa May 2024
I'm a sane person,

but out of love I believe --


in some afterlife.
Novel "Quichotte" (2019, Salman Rushdie), part 3, chapter 21

Collection "Low gear"
Ken Pepiton Feb 2024
Duty calls, teacher hat,
same as the preacher hat,
same as the mathematical wager,

still on, Pascal. Safe bet, but… once

a few million kids at once learned
that tic tack toe and thermo-nu-clear war,
were in the set of bets that blinks can lose.

In a New York movie, some geek kid,
reacted by becoming Barry Rudd,
the purchased man child in the legendary

Child Buyer Project, novelized after Hiroshima,
by a master of the craft, story building
from ash and salt and sand,

into glass houses none throw stones from,
in the mind game of fragile circumstances,

thin ice, no ice, open sea, pity the bears,
celebrate the sea lions and otters and seals.
Just marking when we all knew some common sensibles.
Zywa Jan 2024
Your plan says: turn left,

okay, your feet are walking --


and then you turn right.
Novel "Een Fries huilt niet" ("A Frisian does not cry", 1980, Gerrit Krol), chapter 6.1

Collection "On the fly"
I BELIVE, FOR A SHORT IN TIME

SOME PEOPLE ARE BLINDED BY~

MONEY,

HOAX,

AND SUCH THINGS ALIKES.



IF YOU WANTED TO BE~

PLAYED HAD THAT CENTS!



IF YOU WANTED TO BE GOOD ~

HAVE THAT SENSE!




IF HE WANTED TO PLAY IN CENTS,

SO, BE IT LIKE YOU......

BY, THINKING NOT OTHERS

(MUKHANG PERA)




IF YOU WANTED TO BE ~

JUST~ IN THE SIDE-LINE

WE THINK BEFORE, WE ACTS!



MY POINT IS TO HAVE SENSE OF BECOMING!


THAN TO BE, A FACE OF CENTS......
(MUKHANG PERA)


YET, WE ARE GIVEN BY TIMES TO CHANGE

TO LOOK AFTER FOR OTHERS!



HAVE YOU BECOME A SUCCESS FOR CENTS
(MUKHANG PERA)

HAVE YOU BECOME SPECIAL IN POSITIONS
(MUKHANG PERA)

HAVE YOU BECOMES HAPPY, IF OTHERS WHERE LOST
(MUKHANG PERA)

HAVE YOU SATISFIED OF BENEFITS, THAT IN SHORT (AICS)
(MUKHANG PERA)



REMEMBE THIS, FOR  ME

YOU ARE NOT WRONGS,

YOU ARE MAYBE A VICTIMS OF NEEDS

OF TIME!

BUT JUST MAYBE  YOU LOSE YOURS

SENSE,

BECAUSE THAT  THEY GIVEN BLIDED YOURS

FOR CENTS!



WE  CARES FOR YOU

MORE THNA WHAT YOU KNOWS......


THUS, WE MIGHT FULLFIL

THE ESSENCE OF OUR SERVICE

FOR OUR DEAR GREAT NATION!




FOR ME, REMEMBER THIS

YOU ARE NOT WRONGS!

IT'S YOUR CHOICE!

IT'S YOUR LIFE!



FOR ME,  REMEBER THIS

YOU ARE NOT A CHILD's

IT'S YOUR WAYS

IT'S WHO YOU ARE



BUT LET ME TELL YOU THIS FRANKLY!

DON'T ASK TOO MUCH FOR YOUR GOVERMENT

OF YOUR LOST SOMEDAYS

OF YOUR UNEXPECTED ......


DON'T ASK TOO  MUCH FOR YOUR GOVERMENT

BUT ASK YOURSELF HOW YOU BECOMES!

BLAMES NO ONE's!

BLAMES NOT OTHER's


IT's YOUR CHOICE

(BASED RULES -ORDERS <> locals)



THUS, ASK NOT TOO MUCH !

BLAMES NOT TOO MUCH!



YET, ASK YOURSELF?

ARE LIFES YOURS

IS FOR

CENTS!

OR

SENSE!
CENTS SENSE
leeaaun Aug 2023
love make sense
when you think it
doesn't
Robin Carretti Jun 2023
Sounds dreams art form
In age norm- brainstorm
Wake -up alarm rainstorms
    Carmel Clouds
Barking noises and hounds
Chasing to be found
     Sandstorm

Monstrous- snowstorm

Dreams to heal
In uniform
Please no harm
love embraces  
Chasing the wrong faces

Gazing- engaging- singing
Dreams touch a nerve
Reacting jump ringing*
Chasing and saving
Memory of words
Wild child-hummingbirds

Floating in the air taps
No time like a normal nap
The cell phone pictures
and apps
Chasing big stir coffee sips
Valuable time trips
Chasing our dreams

Is real what it seems?
Lips* met* the *sunset
Eyes water love just met

Chasing- raging- event
Lullaby Lighthouse
Does your dreams make any sense?
Chasing our minds what about our bodies are we always chasing things we will never have? How does your dreams react?
Ken Pepiton Apr 2023
NOVEMBER 5, 2016 / - a note to my future

The old man said

I have persevered

The new man waited

The old man said

Through long years of toil

And sweat rivers of ****** tears

For what

I got

Ye got that

The new man waited

Ye got that

The new man nodded

Perseverance that’s what

Jesus said

I needed

And I got it

By God and

I ain’t quittin’neither

The new man waved said

Nothing and

Walked away

Gracefully
Fourteen more and my thousand poems on HP prove the worth of perseverance and constant change... fragile... these thousand poems shall hang on the sites continuance, of fade away forever.
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