#affinity - Hello Poetry

Wrong turns, bad luck or no luck, lucid recollections now six decades gone, still, points of reflection, from ruling class reporters on what in Hell is happening, while time to stay one's mind upon meaning, in the simple definitive act react act react pneumatic logical breath in, breathe out, distinctive other way, breath out, breathe in. Putting first things first in picker experience, we pick all the fruit on one tree, previous to moving on to another tree, precious memories, how they linger, and with gladness flood my soul, as gladness is our happy state, glad to say. ------------------------ trilling wohold on on the bus, red satin black fringe, oh, my soul Nine billion, or so nobodies, lacking charisma as they say, that worthiness some seem to radiate, those affected say, worth-shippedness certified appraisals from conscious attenders to words, message signaling my start… minding my own business, changing line upon line of nothing at all to nothing but this my personal comfort zone, nonautomation ostent atious waste of whitespace, vertical panels, virtually lensing reality, scrolled to veritable infinity at the core of what a person is in the common space our windows paradigm on all time's contextual stretch of our shared sense, our common sense, at cognate word level, basic bottom mind sense, at cooperational deontologic whying, when it comes to wishing others were in some steady state afinity with me, against lying, in wait, quietly hoping to trick before being tricked into belief construction zones, sans hard hat or tools. --------- Boss mind, hey boss, Patron, se, patriotic soul man, woe, wombed or un, man all the same kind at mind level, emotions 's where, all the difference there ever is, begins, Genisis, to a child reared in post war anywhere, if your mind allows empires represented by ancient totems, rampant beasts believed to defend us, under God, who forbade ourkind, our unfallen, innocent spirit mind, participation in one part of living reality, as far as we have seen, with our Google Earth eyes, and our JWST eyes, and our own inner eye, I am, we each know, anyway, with knowledge now a given, a lie, all children just believe, the first impression, what a lie does, told, and untold true, subtler than any beast, but delicate matters, points balanced under law, not under grace, bottom line rule for being American to the core, where a person keeps its pride in just being among the living, during days difficult to endure, just if I had known, as a spirit, what a spirit mind may imagine, as real as, ten years, after starting to think, why am I justifying the real lie? Genisis, seven days, was likely long told when moons were told, shown, with story, tomorrow night, moon, you hear me, so old, the initiation story, watch, mark this night, you here, me sold in gratitude, in debt to more, by far, than I may think or ask, inventers granted knowledge of wit, with which we think to ask, what lonely God, comforted only by Wisdom and whatever spirit is, free from mortal prejudice, paid attention to idled words spirits sparks, from a movie about sentient machines, and cyborgs, enhanced mortal mind wit changers witchangers, endangered species writ remainders woe, endure to the end, Joe, where y'gwanwidat gun inya ha'dja n n na nanana to the when, any where any time, one wishes to ignor all the peace we make at once, little tiny boil about to become rolling as the latter rains arrived in my valley, today, to keep wild fires at bay, all we know is we agreed, we sure could use some rain, amen all we said, once is we agreed, life is different in spirit and truth, on any given day, good gets judged, habits get checked, wishes happen, and a men as a principle sylable, sayable spell song sung men t'al haps men kind ness wor th a sayable as haps may become the we in legendary gentle peace for no reason, just cause its poetic right useness we think we work, we think we work, we be hum us yes humusyes we, Ullyeseesus, amen, in spirit and truth as we may imagine after, breath, 3 P.M. alarm, and no attached what for sense… I know what it was for, a week ago, now it is for whatever it interrupts… taking time to consider certain outlets, enough to Run it up the pole, see who saluts.

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Aug 28, 2025

Aug 28, 2025 at 6:22 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Old Stupidities

Wrong turns, bad luck or no luck, lucid recollections now six decades gone, still, points of reflection, from ruling class reporters on what in Hell is happening, while time to stay one's mind upon meaning, in the simple definitive act react act react pneumatic logical breath in, breathe out, distinctive other way, breath out, breathe in. Putting first things first in picker experience, we pick all the fruit on one tree, previous to moving on to another tree, precious memories, how they linger, and with gladness flood my soul, as gladness is our happy state, glad to say. ------------------------ trilling wohold on on the bus, red satin black fringe, oh, my soul Nine billion, or so nobodies, lacking charisma as they say, that worthiness some seem to radiate, those affected say, worth-shippedness certified appraisals from conscious attenders to words, message signaling my start… minding my own business, changing line upon line of nothing at all to nothing but this my personal comfort zone, nonautomation ostent atious waste of whitespace, vertical panels, virtually lensing reality, scrolled to veritable infinity at the core of what a person is in the common space our windows paradigm on all time's contextual stretch of our shared sense, our common sense, at cognate word level, basic bottom mind sense, at cooperational deontologic whying, when it comes to wishing others were in some steady state afinity with me, against lying, in wait, quietly hoping to trick before being tricked into belief construction zones, sans hard hat or tools. --------- Boss mind, hey boss, Patron, se, patriotic soul man, woe, wombed or un, man all the same kind at mind level, emotions 's where, all the difference there ever is, begins, Genisis, to a child reared in post war anywhere, if your mind allows empires represented by ancient totems, rampant beasts believed to defend us, under God, who forbade ourkind, our unfallen, innocent spirit mind, participation in one part of living reality, as far as we have seen, with our Google Earth eyes, and our JWST eyes, and our own inner eye, I am, we each know, anyway, with knowledge now a given, a lie, all children just believe, the first impression, what a lie does, told, and untold true, subtler than any beast, but delicate matters, points balanced under law, not under grace, bottom line rule for being American to the core, where a person keeps its pride in just being among the living, during days difficult to endure, just if I had known, as a spirit, what a spirit mind may imagine, as real as, ten years, after starting to think, why am I justifying the real lie? Genisis, seven days, was likely long told when moons were told, shown, with story, tomorrow night, moon, you hear me, so old, the initiation story, watch, mark this night, you here, me sold in gratitude, in debt to more, by far, than I may think or ask, inventers granted knowledge of wit, with which we think to ask, what lonely God, comforted only by Wisdom and whatever spirit is, free from mortal prejudice, paid attention to idled words spirits sparks, from a movie about sentient machines, and cyborgs, enhanced mortal mind wit changers witchangers, endangered species writ remainders woe, endure to the end, Joe, where y'gwanwidat gun inya ha'dja n n na nanana to the when, any where any time, one wishes to ignor all the peace we make at once, little tiny boil about to become rolling as the latter rains arrived in my valley, today, to keep wild fires at bay, all we know is we agreed, we sure could use some rain, amen all we said, once is we agreed, life is different in spirit and truth, on any given day, good gets judged, habits get checked, wishes happen, and a men as a principle sylable, sayable spell song sung men t'al haps men kind ness wor th a sayable as haps may become the we in legendary gentle peace for no reason, just cause its poetic right useness we think we work, we think we work, we be hum us yes humusyes we, Ullyeseesus, amen, in spirit and truth as we may imagine after, breath, 3 P.M. alarm, and no attached what for sense… I know what it was for, a week ago, now it is for whatever it interrupts… taking time to consider certain outlets, enough to Run it up the pole, see who saluts.