Profound and striking differences twixt these higher
minds and mine
in kind, we re
cognize our own as we learned we know
the curricula upon which standards
apply pressure to mold
the mind into D0-Bees, don't being litter bugs,
ducked and covered for goodness knows
this could be that cobalt bomb,
I read about
in Boy's Life, my grandpa has a copy of, in this game
he plays online,
subjects, the knowing of which is to be learned,
shall be graded, judged fit for this or that,
for the roles rooted in the heart
teaching shall be radiated equally,
ala Alternating Modulation Radio, with the inkwell
filling to over flowing child's joy en
learning to learn for ever, which is
Unless your grand pa taught you ever is already,
just is, watch and see
i have water and a vessle that will not burn
with the heat i can bring at will with a twist of a ****
"we be cookin' wit gas"
I can cook rice any time I have rice,
even if I lack salt, I make do.
the role of a star on the silver screen, changed
along the yellow brick road,
but we had black and white tv... I never saw the shift.
until long after the experience the original seers saw,
sit with them
just now they learned of hubble's red shift,
some of them
doubted now the translation of life on the silver screen
Technicolor yawn-gulp, in 1930-something somewhere
the rainbow, oh, what dreams may come
confusion on the horizon, comin from the west
pushin to the east
smell that smell, feel that feeling, is it still...
an answer, accepted, good is good, all the time
equality as a fact
equality as a result, oops, LBJ, did not mean to say
the nation lacks a voice, amigo *****, we vote
in my realm, this is in the book
this book, where the reader is you.
Two dimensions of self-evidence
what you see is
what you get, if you know how to get it.
Medalion, eh, like in Venice, a license to rent my life,
for more than I think it's worth.
Horus feather state. EH? Light, as a feather,
weigh my words with these,
was the time better spent or better sold writing code?
Enchained melody chant me a chance to
... start all over. Aloud, I say thanks to the creative voice,
we won our liberty, at the loss of all the lies we let
while dreaming we were watching life
in technicolor dreams imagined by imagineers
with access to to tools
to lessen the bherdon of the feeble minds,
entangled in the mythterious
common good, call not that common that or which,
which is it,
really is there a discernible point?
We, the people who hold certain truths, personally,
un alienate-able as well as in-alienable,
if you will, dear reader
do we know the citiz
enship values by which we shall be weighed?
what is my value worth?
what are my values?
dis-passionate-analysis leads to com-passionate-response provoking ideas
my ******-sayin' right is white as snow, come reason me a reason that ain't right.
Done done done, kettle drummed doom
clear the room, the VOG calls strike the set
eat my pearl finish, lick my serpentine sheen, wink and whisper
any name you wish you knew me by
for ever, in my realm leaves us room to expand
hopes past the furthest
reaches of faith alone, past understanding, deep in soft foggy peace
reason? you asked me a reason, or is this a chip, on my shoulder?
does that mean a thing,
like a symbol through generations a meme, passed on in the air I breathed,
knock this chip from my shoulder. why? what is the meaning of this
memorable emulated behavior,
quick draw, fire, aim goes unsaid, no time to spend on a mere word.
both eyes aim
a moving raptor closing on a mourning dove lost in a dove frame of mind
back o'm'knack feelin' ***** 'n' gritty
grandma laffs at m'sweaty necklace of dirt and grime, as it
and leaves a ring on the tub, that i get to scrub
into a state of total eradication,
radish reponds, I'am a root fruit, no seeds in me, eh, never thought o'that?
subteranean sentience is essentially imaginable in the mind of any child and
most game programers who play for the joy of the riddle
We are gifted with pens whose ratio to swords is constant, since ever started.