#began - Hello Poetry

BEING BELIEVING Here is where I begin ongoing turning on or off fluid thought no mental effort, putting into play my will to think answers sought and recognized as what we thought when disappointed at the ration measure meted out as plenty. At thought speed ink will stain. If I believed in miracles I'd sing if I'd never lived, I'd just as soon be dead. ------------------------ Something sad in us all I suspect I always knew that something sad was not my fault I got here after sad was set in stone. ------------- I could damnear cry, for no reason, no reason I can blame just my way I guessed was the only way, and I was wrong. ------------ Contra mundus contra rationem Ready faith evident From the cradle to the grave, born in sin, formed in iniquity born in ignorance shaped in subjugated castes Yet, once, while in contemplation the user of this once malleable soul a speck, no bigger than a bit, appears signaling off or on, stop or go, either seen wit'abuncha'perspectives once clearly something others'd've seen so maybe, conceive if that's fake, -the accent yer thankin' wit' yes yes yes ad in fun items in the past facilitating our slipping past as ifs never seen jus'our sacred temple in early morning golden song in deed, oblivescence --state of being forgotten obeisance In terms science uses, things change. Ideas morph from first intentions into new and interesting ways to consider original blesst or curst events recorded in empirical history demonstrations, performances past sacrifice accepted for a poetic post a pillar in the temple a true creed alienation situation first interest sorting UFOs or dinosaurs. Wandering mind sin drones on aiaiai Þorn ¿? Piercing anti-quitiness-isify just ask and accept the ****** truths suspected of protecting wise guys hip to the whole how to get rich using old time confidence, make believe. actio terrifica e longinquo Þanks ¿Amen? Ask if we wisht we knew once if new do patterns ever once emerge anew, ask how many fingerprints there are. ----------------- Nobody is asking. Okeh, okay and OK were wondering if we were one good agreeing term, as if once said right is always said so. Okeh, I choose. I just do. So. Flavored persona may say OK, and be. Come and see, we work within a mist, you see, as a skipper of the classics, some of us never had our conscience seared. Scars from youthful night runs into barbed wire, can be sought and never found again, but that night, those remaining threads long thought not believable without being there, in this sensed sensibility facilitating fake bemusement made using spooky action at a distance actio terrifica e longinquo indeed ------------------------ Parts we play, we each may play, we have no faces. The cloud of unknowing is not filled with unknowns. We consider the consequences of JWST as a known. We can sidereally conceive ourselves as part of that. At thought speed considered suddenly, here we are. An old familiar space in time, or an abruption in open mind. Awake or not is not the question, to be or not still is.

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Apr 28

Apr 28, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC

kenpepiton

BELIEVING BEING without Italics... shame.

BEING BELIEVING Here is where I begin ongoing turning on or off fluid thought no mental effort, putting into play my will to think answers sought and recognized as what we thought when disappointed at the ration measure meted out as plenty. At thought speed ink will stain. If I believed in miracles I'd sing if I'd never lived, I'd just as soon be dead. ------------------------ Something sad in us all I suspect I always knew that something sad was not my fault I got here after sad was set in stone. ------------- I could damnear cry, for no reason, no reason I can blame just my way I guessed was the only way, and I was wrong. ------------ Contra mundus contra rationem Ready faith evident From the cradle to the grave, born in sin, formed in iniquity born in ignorance shaped in subjugated castes Yet, once, while in contemplation the user of this once malleable soul a speck, no bigger than a bit, appears signaling off or on, stop or go, either seen wit'abuncha'perspectives once clearly something others'd've seen so maybe, conceive if that's fake, -the accent yer thankin' wit' yes yes yes ad in fun items in the past facilitating our slipping past as ifs never seen jus'our sacred temple in early morning golden song in deed, oblivescence --state of being forgotten obeisance In terms science uses, things change. Ideas morph from first intentions into new and interesting ways to consider original blesst or curst events recorded in empirical history demonstrations, performances past sacrifice accepted for a poetic post a pillar in the temple a true creed alienation situation first interest sorting UFOs or dinosaurs. Wandering mind sin drones on aiaiai Þorn ¿? Piercing anti-quitiness-isify just ask and accept the ****** truths suspected of protecting wise guys hip to the whole how to get rich using old time confidence, make believe. actio terrifica e longinquo Þanks ¿Amen? Ask if we wisht we knew once if new do patterns ever once emerge anew, ask how many fingerprints there are. ----------------- Nobody is asking. Okeh, okay and OK were wondering if we were one good agreeing term, as if once said right is always said so. Okeh, I choose. I just do. So. Flavored persona may say OK, and be. Come and see, we work within a mist, you see, as a skipper of the classics, some of us never had our conscience seared. Scars from youthful night runs into barbed wire, can be sought and never found again, but that night, those remaining threads long thought not believable without being there, in this sensed sensibility facilitating fake bemusement made using spooky action at a distance actio terrifica e longinquo indeed ------------------------ Parts we play, we each may play, we have no faces. The cloud of unknowing is not filled with unknowns. We consider the consequences of JWST as a known. We can sidereally conceive ourselves as part of that. At thought speed considered suddenly, here we are. An old familiar space in time, or an abruption in open mind. Awake or not is not the question, to be or not still is.

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May 16, 2016

May 16, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC

Maples

Your Absence Began to Define

me.

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And so it began with a kiss, the mirror was one sided. I beamed as your hidden intentions were kept from love's eyes. I emptied my soul into your glass, but your thirst was not quenched. Confused, I poured out even more, saving only my breath of life. It was then my mind became clear, as the intoxication waned and the smoke screen lifted. What was left of my dignity, I used to walk out of the door - not broken as you'd hoped... But restored with a strengthened heart.

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Jul 2, 2015

Jul 2, 2015 at 3:29 AM UTC

Vette

It Began With A Kiss

And so it began with a kiss, the mirror was one sided. I beamed as your hidden intentions were kept from love's eyes. I emptied my soul into your glass, but your thirst was not quenched. Confused, I poured out even more, saving only my breath of life. It was then my mind became clear, as the intoxication waned and the smoke screen lifted. What was left of my dignity, I used to walk out of the door - not broken as you'd hoped... But restored with a strengthened heart.

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I'm afraid I'll end up living a small life, in a small place, and my small dreams are just what remain. That when I'm decaying somewhere far underground and returning to where I began All I'll be is a small memory in just another brain. The words I've scribbled (or typed) will all be long gone. the people I made smile will be all far away. I'm afraid of when my small spirit starts to fade.

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Nov 4, 2014

Nov 4, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC

kailasha

Fading Spirit

I'm afraid I'll end up living a small life, in a small place, and my small dreams are just what remain. That when I'm decaying somewhere far underground and returning to where I began All I'll be is a small memory in just another brain. The words I've scribbled (or typed) will all be long gone. the people I made smile will be all far away. I'm afraid of when my small spirit starts to fade.

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