#aspersion - Hello Poetry

-------------------------- History, RAM wise, news… you know… conversational pause news of the world, conceived as we do today, satellite TV, IOT informing otherwise isolated pockets of rugged individuals with social flaws, madnesses mostly shown off with spite, chin high, smug smile, see I shat on truth. At the base of a certain plinth, the one we all feel we saw the guide say, The Apostle Paul, read, when performing in Athens, reportedly quoted Epimendes of the paradox, left with Luke, his secretary, an amusing incident, as we know, now, all mankind lie, by nature, we do. Watch a preverbal child get its way, with a pout. Make a face, smile, think we feel that smile, and we feel another, not a lie, but alluring, endearing even cute just thinking about it seriously, on the internet, news, up to the minute, thus the proverb, the fools eyes are in the ends of the earth… two parter, the wise prepare peace locally. You with me, at my request, alien thinker, we proceed, at my behest, aligning why with how, winning feels, while playing, as a child, thinking and doing as a child may, without molting through graded sorting sharpenings means used at the ends of this realm, edgewise points of no return, forge on, once the glow is gutwise distributed, cogitation formed from a suggestion spiritually protean fluid phased emission messaging will, free form, wild will, whispers wills with attached what ifs, we did not, but said we did, to impress a mind, we did not impress, being so by cause a mind felt, we did not tell the truth, we told a story about it. Let's imagine ever, after now, but ever, still to be ever as ever is at this point on any given thread twisting us in time. Today, some among us, we feel, weeping bitter, bitter, alone and abandoned tears, dammed shames overspill our basin contemplation, early morning still waters, pond still, evaporating, light fog forming from changes at atomic levels, lights pixel size, vveid video image. magnification let me say, meandering, another anderson and I, experienced boys teaching boys about *** and to this day there is shame such as was not shameful at all in Sparta, or Athens, or Catalhoyuk. War was shameful at Gobekli Tepi, and maybe, if we examine old knowledge retention structures, cultural equivalents to termite mounds, civilizations, societal solutions to scarce resource use sharing, we forms we speak of as us, unalienably right here, Earth 2025, thinking as us, a weform loosed now, given eyes to see everything from any position re thinking whying as an act we perform individually usually right way redone act we perform daily, without thinking about it, we do it, as we inhabit our privacies, our shared we doing it, breathing, being, breathe-ing thinking saying things we be perfectly capable, graspable, handle able, get hold holy capable, conceptualized pleroma function, helping peace persist where none has been since Hell frozen wastes left muddy confusion, on us initiation honed most points all must face, we are all aliens now, we are all strangers to the newest acts of fashionable opinion twisting king games huge pre paving sandpiles, king of the hill, outside the Amercian Legion Hall, on the forever vacant lot, where no anxious thought was thought, as we scrambled for top spot and fought fought for fight's sake fought to learn to be men, capable of surviving Gaza today, ****** wise… boys will be boys, broken boys will become broken men, and broken men, made, do unthinkably affirming hate filling historical events evidencings involving levelings reproof of instruction is the way of life… experience keeps a dear school… children formed after the remembered cold war, children formed after the remembered long walks, children formed after the remembered winters home alone with Grandma working making beds social information devices perform teachings on Queen for a Day, chosen winner rode in a golden Cadillac to a Hollywood Premiere, at the famous Chinese Theater, where immortality is assured all the stars who ever shown there in the silent film era… any way, Queen for a day, applauded for her story, empathy education an opportunity leading to latch key kid syndromes weeping for her story, that ended with her one wish, a game show, a televized competition Great American Chamber of Commerce attempt to persuade ladies at home, to try New Improved Blue Cheer ask your grocer to stock it for you… for most pitiful situation survived, by the selected performers lured to tell lurid details only imaginable, during the Hays law MAGA Fifties, Afternoon local programming or this, it was all that was worth watching, during our bored waiting years, ever learning, never coming to the knowledge of the truth, during development of better Turing tests free informing rational reasons predetermined, as is said proverbially in my family, we just get more like ourselves. Get it, got it, go, just now. What manner of men are we, after we learned, we let wars continue because our fathers believed whoppers regarding divine rights and use of slaves. And cost to the powers that be, for public entertainment and information, performed by the intelligencia scientia elites/ rappers and rockstars and champion brawlers. What the Queens on many days wished, the trigger activating the Applausmeter on Camera, take take off this tattoo. They wished. And won, time and again, when I was seven, and years much longer.

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Oct 14, 2025

Oct 14, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Gaza, a shame, we must agree

-------------------------- History, RAM wise, news… you know… conversational pause news of the world, conceived as we do today, satellite TV, IOT informing otherwise isolated pockets of rugged individuals with social flaws, madnesses mostly shown off with spite, chin high, smug smile, see I shat on truth. At the base of a certain plinth, the one we all feel we saw the guide say, The Apostle Paul, read, when performing in Athens, reportedly quoted Epimendes of the paradox, left with Luke, his secretary, an amusing incident, as we know, now, all mankind lie, by nature, we do. Watch a preverbal child get its way, with a pout. Make a face, smile, think we feel that smile, and we feel another, not a lie, but alluring, endearing even cute just thinking about it seriously, on the internet, news, up to the minute, thus the proverb, the fools eyes are in the ends of the earth… two parter, the wise prepare peace locally. You with me, at my request, alien thinker, we proceed, at my behest, aligning why with how, winning feels, while playing, as a child, thinking and doing as a child may, without molting through graded sorting sharpenings means used at the ends of this realm, edgewise points of no return, forge on, once the glow is gutwise distributed, cogitation formed from a suggestion spiritually protean fluid phased emission messaging will, free form, wild will, whispers wills with attached what ifs, we did not, but said we did, to impress a mind, we did not impress, being so by cause a mind felt, we did not tell the truth, we told a story about it. Let's imagine ever, after now, but ever, still to be ever as ever is at this point on any given thread twisting us in time. Today, some among us, we feel, weeping bitter, bitter, alone and abandoned tears, dammed shames overspill our basin contemplation, early morning still waters, pond still, evaporating, light fog forming from changes at atomic levels, lights pixel size, vveid video image. magnification let me say, meandering, another anderson and I, experienced boys teaching boys about *** and to this day there is shame such as was not shameful at all in Sparta, or Athens, or Catalhoyuk. War was shameful at Gobekli Tepi, and maybe, if we examine old knowledge retention structures, cultural equivalents to termite mounds, civilizations, societal solutions to scarce resource use sharing, we forms we speak of as us, unalienably right here, Earth 2025, thinking as us, a weform loosed now, given eyes to see everything from any position re thinking whying as an act we perform individually usually right way redone act we perform daily, without thinking about it, we do it, as we inhabit our privacies, our shared we doing it, breathing, being, breathe-ing thinking saying things we be perfectly capable, graspable, handle able, get hold holy capable, conceptualized pleroma function, helping peace persist where none has been since Hell frozen wastes left muddy confusion, on us initiation honed most points all must face, we are all aliens now, we are all strangers to the newest acts of fashionable opinion twisting king games huge pre paving sandpiles, king of the hill, outside the Amercian Legion Hall, on the forever vacant lot, where no anxious thought was thought, as we scrambled for top spot and fought fought for fight's sake fought to learn to be men, capable of surviving Gaza today, ****** wise… boys will be boys, broken boys will become broken men, and broken men, made, do unthinkably affirming hate filling historical events evidencings involving levelings reproof of instruction is the way of life… experience keeps a dear school… children formed after the remembered cold war, children formed after the remembered long walks, children formed after the remembered winters home alone with Grandma working making beds social information devices perform teachings on Queen for a Day, chosen winner rode in a golden Cadillac to a Hollywood Premiere, at the famous Chinese Theater, where immortality is assured all the stars who ever shown there in the silent film era… any way, Queen for a day, applauded for her story, empathy education an opportunity leading to latch key kid syndromes weeping for her story, that ended with her one wish, a game show, a televized competition Great American Chamber of Commerce attempt to persuade ladies at home, to try New Improved Blue Cheer ask your grocer to stock it for you… for most pitiful situation survived, by the selected performers lured to tell lurid details only imaginable, during the Hays law MAGA Fifties, Afternoon local programming or this, it was all that was worth watching, during our bored waiting years, ever learning, never coming to the knowledge of the truth, during development of better Turing tests free informing rational reasons predetermined, as is said proverbially in my family, we just get more like ourselves. Get it, got it, go, just now. What manner of men are we, after we learned, we let wars continue because our fathers believed whoppers regarding divine rights and use of slaves. And cost to the powers that be, for public entertainment and information, performed by the intelligencia scientia elites/ rappers and rockstars and champion brawlers. What the Queens on many days wished, the trigger activating the Applausmeter on Camera, take take off this tattoo. They wished. And won, time and again, when I was seven, and years much longer.

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If I were an ant, what disadvantages are mine? If I may love with all my being, being an ant? You would then be, I mean, I would then be, imperceptible in the grand balance of power. If I were an ant, I think I could do no evil.

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Jan 23, 2021

Jan 23, 2021 at 5:28 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Considering the ant

If I were an ant, what disadvantages are mine? If I may love with all my being, being an ant? You would then be, I mean, I would then be, imperceptible in the grand balance of power. If I were an ant, I think I could do no evil.

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Trust that we always tell and seek the truth Despite the glint in our eyes The biting of our lips Trust that honesty comes first Trust that fear will be overpowered by strength Even if it seems that Light always carries Shadow as if it’s chained to it’s ankle Believe that a perpetual smile will perforate All the lies, All the fear, And all the tenebrosity That it will pull you out of your deepest sorrows Despite all the betrayal and aspersion We must remember that although Every light is burdened with shadow, Every shadow is burdened with light

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Jul 23, 2018

Jul 23, 2018 at 5:52 PM UTC

Pyrrha

Optimism

Trust that we always tell and seek the truth Despite the glint in our eyes The biting of our lips Trust that honesty comes first Trust that fear will be overpowered by strength Even if it seems that Light always carries Shadow as if it’s chained to it’s ankle Believe that a perpetual smile will perforate All the lies, All the fear, And all the tenebrosity That it will pull you out of your deepest sorrows Despite all the betrayal and aspersion We must remember that although Every light is burdened with shadow, Every shadow is burdened with light

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I wonder. What is poetry in person? Can I touch it? Can I feel it? who is poetry? a person made of experiences, dreams, nightmares, humour, joy, love, and so much more... I wonder. I would want to say Hello. If I meet it some day I want to say hello. To say thank you for giving me space to express myself like no other way... Hello Poetry! That is what I would say...

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Jun 27, 2018

Jun 27, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC

mpexGwtex

Hello. Poetry.

I wonder. What is poetry in person? Can I touch it? Can I feel it? who is poetry? a person made of experiences, dreams, nightmares, humour, joy, love, and so much more... I wonder. I would want to say Hello. If I meet it some day I want to say hello. To say thank you for giving me space to express myself like no other way... Hello Poetry! That is what I would say...

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