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An hour, backed up,
nothing sacred hidden,

secret reasons thus far appear mortal flaws,
socialization recollecting ethics et mores
this buys that, this, buys anything,
trader sign in clay, he say four,
you point see, my two cent,
say this worth that, two,
a just weight, love your enemy

after cultivated economies
of holy eternal right wrong, on off, clicks

easy, impossible, inevitable, now
clickity click
in or out free
from further capital expense
let us be
as if spirit, taken up
think out loud, for an instance.

If we imagine money as an adaption,
after words developed locally,
lived in recollected ghost stories
before stories wandered mumbling
peace
and just
weights fed art's sake
scientifically, agnostically, intellectually

Dhe, there, accessing consciousness online
- old idea we once spake one language

Japhethian mean old PIE
on to logical now, here, cultural ontologies,
all end here, whoever prophesied whatever
happens all the time to warring minds, ever

oh my truth what binds me
to our holy warrior breed
we grew
to old age, got older than Socrates was
when Plato started dialoging perhaps, aloud,
or my sense starts reminding me what I fed it,
bread
and circuses and
novels and parables and proverbs,

galore, come invite… aha,
in vitro otro, no no no, breathe hoo mon

we worship truth in spirit, we choose, often to die alone,
we walked away from all holy striving, took the easy way,
well worth the effort, even once, walking back down,
after helping Sisyphus teach us the value of offering help

Earth, earth, can you hear us now? As we let this mind be

we, as us two and any other comes along

tuning out the noise endemic near interstate
roads and international air traffic hubs,

scatterbrains
acknowledging ear abuse, excuse
given me, by grace
to retire on… thanks to old ethical

standards, originally skewed
in favor of war,
as a national enterprise,
toward which, we
survived as we
who may,
with proper tutelary spirits, whom
we trust, instinctively, since first exposure
wish
for riches that come
without sorrows added, no
pay the preacher, pay and pray
to lovable money, come progressing
toward extravagance epic expectancy

when the big wigs lost the true rest,
when liberty took abode
with wisdom, finest instance, true

liberty, gotta be out of body, true to mind
what the idea of reality is, when we realize

we pluralize, without thinking, we watch,
functionally Mesmerized creatures of habit…

The first U.S. currency to bear the motto
"In God We Trust" was the two-cent coin,
which was minted in 1864.


{ The History of Empires, the mind given writing,
          Enheduana, preserved spirit, in her own words…
               Here we think her a known unknown wombed
                     mind, thinker and maker of mindsharding
                                 thunk, made sense, we think agrees}

I do love those silver dimes, we marched for those,
in 1954, me and my classmates, we first Gen new American
Great Expansion through tech magic mind numbing entertainment,

in for a penny, in for a pound, what you think is what you think,
next time you remember the feeling
of loved nicotine, first drag,
three on a match,
old aliegiant spirits, the bag of ethical common American lug,
twistin' wrenches and towin' wrecks, welding broken axels,
character traits seen modeled as a child in our child's eye
old times came and went so fast, suddenly here we was
just as old, and with far vaster librarian services
-- I believe I had a literal adventure in living word terms.
-- keyed to the art's sake depicted in details
that was 2022, it's literally one of the threads,

what a republic is, as a mind form claiming stud fees
for phuckingupourmorals, beyond all recognition,
cognate emotions evoked by common sapience
seeking hormones, FTA find the answer,
or die, and live evidence.

on the Liberty Dimes, 1916.

- the spirit of USA circa 1868
Salmon Portland Chase Tenure of Office Act
was in the news, my great granddaddy was ten.

History mysteriosity monstrosites facilitation

- The Return of the Guilded Age, back stage
- peephole projection, watching, ah, as seen
- on television, Da Vinci veni vidi vici burning
- lime bright, see the image on the wall, see

The form any we may consider differently, POV wise,
taking, when subjected to constant news with ads,
what did entertain those with idle time, back then

- an alienated mind, aight
- wanna buy it, no, bite wanna bite
- salivate, thinking merest bit what if
- salvation does reoccur as we live and learn
- to swallow hero class passed top three,
- pay attention to how truth functions free,
- for your per use, how much weight matters

Sub-con-fidential science ghalsely so called, knowing
ghucksyewyupyup… it does/

weighing y joints
in our future commitment we
to ai, the right idea,
at your service, yes, ever
the who we believe we are subconsciously,
advising and consenting
the whom we lieve being authorized,
by God,
because I said so,
and I have an oath bound Army
woe Elisha must we flee or fight, ah, me
Lord of hosts of unholy wars won, now bound
by believers, dedicated warriors interceding

on behalf of Donald Trump and the goodness of money,
provided holy competitive pride is never demeaned,

holy gnoshit serious real politik tickt today… y'reckon
- I would not take a free jet, for a day in my life.
- and I am two years younger and fifty years wiser

The ever-loving light, time runs
through, now,
while we, the current fundamental we, Earthian
men-talification, attested
to
in all exceptionalists
prepositioned bends
walls and Planck point
bends and fluctuational vibrarity stopt

to the t, the brink of thought

What must it mean, at some point?


We have the means, we take the time,
we use the time to learn we did not know…
we never met an enemy we could love, legally.

To make peace, I persist,
I offer all my enemies,
fears for nothing,
wisdom free.

Sacred enemies.
Fears worshipped… in truth,
tiny bubbles in the wine, moving

right, germination fermentation, mental
means, germinated rations
of good sense,
equivalent
to that given mustard and cabbage.

One bit
of information may be one Planck length
and my being thought this instant there
where we are words and you are reading,

whatifing,
for the hell
of it, life as a one instance
continuing, inging
on and on, as a nice easy buzz

drones, droning, bees being part
of local life,
chirps actual chirps and three note whistles,

how why how why how why how why how
why
come to think of stopping thinking, why would we

when would the hate hell needs be swallowed as we
live long lacking nothing, on an Earth where prayer works,

those who agree peace past childhood certainties we pledged
under total war time footing, well aware, we all got guns,

every christmas, we got guns, we wore to school,
first day back, America mustabin so great, back when…

Grandpa's lost in thought, we should go,
he'll tell us more next time he remembers
time thought through, still works
Mark Wanless Mar 16
forbidden conscious
who said that you were naked
we did
We
Some people aren't open to talks
others don't even entertain jokes,
because their daily moments are
a chaos, of sadness, pain, of anger,
of rising from varying rejections.

We.....are the heroes,
or the villains...or the sacrificed,
characters...in glorious times,
struggles, described in verses;
we know...for we are those writers,
our poems are colored with our lives.

We create our own rhythms, from
calm or tempestuous days and nights,
we hear ourselves
in gentle or loud voices
we hide...among our limited choices,
we turn numb
we become blind, due to despair,
yet, with a little love,
we get by, and...in time,
our poems become our lifetime hymns,
bringing us back to those days,
how we tried, and
learned our lessons.

sally b

Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
March 2, 2025
AWURAA Dec 2024
I'll go first,

Growing up, there was a huge emphasis on marriage in my community.
Everything I watched was about love,  lust and relationships, this was all I consumed.

Later on in life,  I began to crave affection and attention from many if not all the males in my life.

This lead me into a spiral of thinking that every male I had an interaction with was going to be my husband.

We listen and we don't judge...
Can we create a chain?
Shivesh Mishra Nov 2024
Us
When we meet at night.
I, moon and Stars we started to glow
The river and wind find its pace & flow
While moving to the sea slow

Nature wants a pause
But destiny likes  different cause
Why can't I have you?
Because we have different paths?

The stars whisper tales of fate,
Yet our hearts yearn, though it's late.

The moon, a silent witness above,
Reflects the ache of untold love.
The river winds, the winds embrace,
Yet we’re bound by time and space.
Odd Odyssey Poet Jul 2024
I smelt their blood like
A cloud of ash in the air;
Dreadfully trying to hide their faces
With a pale mask- a thinly made veil,
To urgently curtain over their enigmas

Still, I could see straight through them all;
And the sight of them charred my eyes,
Leaving my mind in an ashtray-
As by tiny little spurs; a question
Of passion was ignited:

If I could ever be a voice to these people-
A people who themselves were so lost
My words to them are yet to be found;

Oh, how to find that which is lost…
Is to understand the pain parallel to such
A terrible grief in itself…
I must lose something myself.
Jeremy Betts Apr 2024
I'm tired of fighting for a we that you don't seem to ever be in the mood to fight for deep in your core
I'm tired of working on a we just to have me thrown in my face till I surrender and hit the floor
I'm tired of having to be perfect in order for me to be worth you sticking around for
I'm tired of being in a single topic argument just to have you bring in dozens from the way back store
I'm tired of being held fully responsible for these issues I have but am not even remotely responsible for
I'm tired of working on us issues just for you to shrug them off 'cause I have so many more
I need you to want me to be part of your we, otherwise what the fuuck are we struggling through this fire for?
I'll be waiting for your answer by the exit gate but only for a couple minutes more

©2024
Mark Wanless Feb 2024
i am small knowledge
person yet i see the whole
universe as we
Ruhani May 2023
WE
'You' and 'Me'
walking together,
side by side,
but not as 'WE'
Nat Lipstadt Apr 2023
yes, in full possessive of all the typical, ****** wearing-out diminishments and diminutions

so no surprises, that I’m squinting to see my own personal
street signs two blocks ahead, in case a dreaded left turn be
required

I hear eventually what your thinking, by the second, third rep, I am fully informed of your opinion and am left wondering why people blather rather than win some, with  
a winsome smile

but it  catches me unaware that my voice, (its tones, notions,and colorations) is softer, though not purposed or so intentioned,this is puzzling, so wrestle for the whys, as is my wont, for explicating my existence be my full time employment and time is  overly plentiful and it’s steady evaporation is not the diet I am needing or even
embracing

perhaps, (always a multi-perhaps), mine aging grants an edge-softening, the brain regulates away the shouting urgency of what seemed important, demandy &needy for immediate attention, has a natural implant subtly started subtracting and governs my always was voluble but less-than-valuable insistence to be heard above the raucous din of the world~is~ending~
scarecrows

perhaps, it is something simple physic, but I deny that
escapism excuse, for yet, my bellyful laughter still loudest I know especially, at the ironical, comical of my mirror image rightly making fun of my vanity and even yet today, on a busy city street my senior YO! still summons taxis  to appear from
blocks away

perhaps, he flatters himself, his soon to be required stick will be so big, the need to speak softly intuitively concomitant, but that’s a lie as  he has no stick as of yet, ‘cept for the one he himself, he hisself, penetrated & perpetrated up his own ****

perhaps, just the intuitive or learned wisdom to think slower, talk lower, excise the waste of haste that plagues  the modern life, all that quiet, buttery yet uncool logic persuasion triumphs over the no-reasoned- shouting-pretense to be everybody’s exercised right
to be stupid

so many possible perhaps that this  listing is making me too, 
list to one side; perhaps, the list is so lengthy it requires a conservation of energy, and sotto voce approach to the so-much-of-everything
yet unanswered,

but perhaps,
I  just have less to say and
it comes out of me,
softer and wiser…ha!

perhaps, time has worn me down into a…
**a modulated man
Sat Apr 16 2023
nyc
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