#bet
kiss that soft part of me
the one i used to hide underneath
scales of armour covering
my delicate heart, ruby red
my eyes have been known to shed
i leak tears like nightmares poke fears
i keep near the villains to feel dear
cheer for me and tell me you love me
tell me that this was all for nothing
tell me that this was just bluffing
tell me, tell me
i am no longer buying the fake dreams you are selling, i see, i see
uncovering all the hidden truths
the unspoken rules that you have
i understand the games you bet
i will win this turn of the hand
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 3:52 PM UTC
Did I live so long that only I remember,
the unlikely luck that only I redacted,
from life's traumatic automatic recollection,
of gory death that did not occur, but could have,
accidently, during that incident, nobody died…
but many, no doubt could have, had I failed
to swerve, no doubt, would work, nobody'd die
un less, upto during my swerve somebody did
but, nobody died, my hero's instance slid past,
and all who did not die that day, but me, it seems,
all have used up all their living luck, but me, it seems.
I am the witness defending the man who chose to live,
in an anonymous small type credits role, crew bus driver.
The experience accumulated
across time flood fanned out deserts
dimpled with sink holes and devil's dips, you just knew,
where the fills had been shifting sands, sinking
under rolling traffic toward shore lines
edge wise,
on time's last chance pre judgement day, practice today,
now, who was on first? Radio reality, me and my ghosts
of chances taken and won, in secret silence, I was awake,
and many living now, were not even imaginable as such,
seed of me, who was slated that day to just rightly die,
and be of no accountibility, that day, the sand storm,
therefore, God Almighty's evidence that he don't care,
who thinks luck is not a factor… he says I passed
who wishes now to bid against me, should I suddenly swerve
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 1:33 PM UTC
Done, uses made from time and chance,
and story forms recognized as right uses,
time wise, wondewhywhatring iffing effects
as fervent prayer wise wishery was once…
taking self-evident, breath of whether we
could ever relate to phosphorus molecules
our human hardware is wound on phosphorus
twists too tangled to remember just once, for us
as you thinking self-evidently, after just now…
Life in time takes truth
for granted, gravity causes coherent
now in time as ours to use, as time users,
granted grace wherewith we fashion cordage,
to bundle and bind all manner of facts and factions
Dhe, put, set, there then here often factors
do we do did we get set here from fortune or quest
are we mental creations or mental creators, or spirits
entertaining called for, as we were creatures inhabited,
ha, ha, and all for an episode, where what we are was hid.
The mysterious essence, twist persistence and resistance
unwinding whying and howing from what when where
which once came to pass, as history, a story, hi-
hypothecate, a place to put your stepping toes
ideas themselves, artistically arranged words holding ideas,
per se, seeing con perspicatious focus forward pulling strings,
fringing our reminding vestments, for we are those called,
and chosen, many among our circles of influence, call science,
sorted hearing ears, experimenting, conknocknock yokes,
broken
before time assist braking systems, con quarreling jokes,
begun disengineering rereguard action at Thermopylae
when… pause… mentally we are with thirty-something
Thomas Jefferson, teamed with B. Franklin, Printer,
self-evident, where there had been Sacred & Undeniable,
independence becomes historically Liberty & Justice, for all.
SO, all you all, native earthian sapien sorts, bred to **** for God.
Right, youse use another name, so, your sorts we justly **** for
the unspeakable secret sacred unalienable right, to breathe, for
once, very intentionally
so
slow, seeing and being become being alone,
as a weform, as a gaseous bubble, essential barometer
function forming vacuous absense synthesized romance,
chance dances danced redundance done dance, necromance
lucky timing, mensure ratio of good reason and none, fancy
confabulations, we recognize as old Holy Day rituals, fantasy,
animation misdirection watching words frame visions shown,
as living words were said to seem to some seeing them appear,
as a little lamp of the sort Gideon's 300 each had in one hand,
and a trumpet in the other calling out, the sword of Yah who…
brought down mighty Babylon, by damming the mighty river,
allowing, Cyrus, was it, or was it Darius, marched in dry shod…
words written on the wall in milk, tiny flaming ink alit as by fire
as in the hour of the Mene Mene Tekal Uphar is too far wanting
why may we who have freedom in truth, as redeemed words,
we may live after all but words as matters facts form from, remain
why poets believe words let be alive, seem so, one good
reason most likely lightest of all, not even a single fluff dust
mite feces from dried salty sweat of my laborer's brow, just
self-evidently expensive material, my efforting sweating distilment
salt of this earth, as it happens, it is the only earth thrice called,
thrice this earth, earth, earth, in a genuine original translation,
of a prophecy once muttered by a guy up to his neck in gnoshit, prophet's
reward… reason maniac, goodness gracious, who slew Isaiah,
quests for prophet's rewards, cuppa cold water, thirsty soul,
respiring drying recognized gnosisnots, were once, truth, spirit
light is its own medium, truth has never made any hell unbelievable.
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 8:18 PM UTC
------------------------
Least said,
soonest mended, live and learn.
The mind convinced some supreme mind,
has forseen the end of all our sorrows and woes;
the gentle aspect of wisdom discerned
among the realists remaining spiritually bound
under baptism and naming and hazing
for sorting servile mind from master kind,
and so on,
life in mortal reality,
agents of ratios remaining constant,
take us, each, if I understand, the plea,
innocent, debt free, I just say it, so
all my debts are free, save one,
to master the act loving is,
in constant progress as
our process, envoking
being it self, whole mind behind the face
televized historical courtroom reality,
when the truth is shown,
to have been known,
you gotta find somebody to love
------------- oops,
this was on my clipboard,
thus was part of what was on my mind
In some Gnostic systems, the supreme being is known as the Monad, the One, the Absolute, Aiōn Teleos (the Perfect Aeon, αἰών τέλεος), Bythos (Depth or Profundity, Βυθός), Proarchē (Before the Beginning, προαρχή), Hē Archē (The Beginning, ἡ ἀρχή), the Ineffable Parent, and/or the Primal Father. The Monad is an adaptation of concepts of the monad in Greek philosophy to Christian belief systems.
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 5:09 PM UTC
If love’s just a game,
Who makes the rules?
Are we kings and queens,
Or are we jokers and fools?
I could lose over and over again,
Be made a mockery until the end,
And I’d still choose to shuffle the deck,
Rather than never be a player, a heart left unchecked.
This way of thinking might seem strange,
I once was a ***** a tool beneath your shoe,
But your love came and made me feel new,
Now I feel like an ace, a prize to arrange.
If you’re like me, who’s been frozen,
You’ll melt at the right one chosen.
His love could never be too much,
I find rapture in the slightest touch.
If love’s just a game, I’ll play it bold,
Giving warmth with no trace of cold.
Even if this gamble tears me apart,
There’s something divine in giving my heart
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 9:03 PM UTC
Mystic musterion
intricacy, weaver's lessons,
ever more tedious and finer
wearing away old layers of lies,
a little here,
a little there,
all the room
in the world
to spread
the whole cloth
of single strands,
the whole duty
of the master weaver,
the whole work
of one's seasons tediums
time's
turns
into next seasons phases preparing,
toilsome and wearisome as it must be,
but
by the very nature
of naked man, made
long common quotidean
threading of things in patterns,
most time consuming practical use
of time,
spinning and spinning and spinning,
already cut and rhetted and carded
and combed
to full fluffy flaxen strands,
twisting and twisting and twisting
in time,
to the first story grandfathers remember,
the memory
of parcel twine, how handy
that stuff was, and baling wire, howdy
do, that was useful material,
always have some,
on a journey…
You maybe,
never baled hay,
as an old whole ghost's muser,
in the spirits gossamerisms
of truth's coverings
in fine twined linen, delicately
tugged flaxen thread divinely
hooked and looped fibers
practically perfect
for making strings
--- but making things, and watching things
being made, art performance,
at 4x quick
post 2025 worth of ra' attention
prepaid experience imaginable once
entertaining demonstrations costing days,
days, and days, of focused aimed know how,
and -- awareness,
wearing consciously, how
which tools uses must have once been practiced,
grooved habitual routes to the effectual prayer,
points and edges honed to tedious-most tasks,
using utmost point
to point
at prepositioning
synchronized realization,
at just right, feel,
agree,
time immemorial, feel, it snaps
in place,
-- when after ever before,
or just whenever, once
the peace maker faces the hero,
the bullslayer up against
the ox maker all ready
wearing gnoshit grins
winners woof, crosses
losers tight tuned warp…
and we are back
at that rocking chair,
pushing the piston, pulling a vacuum,
consequently lifting exhaust valves,
in right order, letting loose lost time…
free
for wondering what ifery in,
while redeeming the worth
of the rocker./ already
gone silent, mere mind
reading fragments
from weavers
aloud
to the spinners
great notion
in season,
fashion has all
in denim now, eh
weary mind needs a peasant's
experience, bone deep,
to imagine weary
we have lost many peasantries,
few weavers remain, willing
to sit and rock, singing
some old radio tunes
where once were word weavers,
earnestly adapted
to the art
of making effort effects
do be lieve just so is so sometimes, perfect
and close enough,
both
become mechanized
in order
to relate,
the musterionic constancy
of posed
to be ability,
see, selfie, ah, we,
we see us all
from Saturn, daily noticed
in my house, we look
from as far away as possible
and figure the odds
of your taking ownership,
wordlessly, infancy, illiterate
in times readiness,
I know this idea, yes, whole
alike and not alike, heads tails edges,
terms, borders between all and nothing at all
in other words,
same inside, same outside,
as above, so below, is what trees show known,
however, whenever fructification buds show
now
spring time
of year living duties did and do depend,
on when which branches bloom, somebody alive
does know how food gets
to the grocery store…
somebody alive
now, does all the planting and reaping and peeling
and cooking and putting
before us
to chew and swallow and know,
if you choke, you die, so
chew slow, you live
this way… not right away, so
zehr slooow
mindwerks inner wille zur machen
instant in season out of season,
so global are we now,
as those
with plenty idle time redeemed reading
most abstract ideas dementia imagined makes
we have machinists now, threaders and tighteners,
toters and totalers accounting
for cost
in misery,
due
to you doing nothing but
read my minds wonderings
this whole while,
lazy rocking while reading
as we all spin,
at a rate a little faster
than a thousand miles in an hour,
and, if we were
to believe, deep kid oath level,
sworn, aliegiance
to something publicly relational
by witnesses confirmed, verb act done
--
believed
Christmas
celebrated the peace,
the message makes when taken
in peace,
and given to us as users of air,
as planet sharing neighbors
with inalienable rights
to reason
with holy business,
to earnestly contend
for the faith
of a mustard seed, ready
to be messed
with genetically so far past Darwin's
bulldog's levered pivoting power slamming
letters
in inks sublimated
into silken ribbons,
keyed at upto a hundred wpm,
read now at five words per minute,
-- a hundred monkeys, and never a stuck jam
of keys struck all
at once, as any non patiently trained typist
most assuredly
did know,
so common,
while imagining companions,
such minds do sort
on ****** nationalized ontologies.
Just my type, scary as Virginia Wolf,
but after Xanax, mellow momma.
How comes and knocks why
through a loop
where there is a hook
just when needed a stitch
in time, hero action micro deed,
taken, made redone
done, sew on…
with miserly smiles,
promising God is watching,
be good, easy, believe,
God hates lazy ********
but, Truth, as preserved
to be conserved, duty wise, mine, chosen,
I took the long way
around the mountain,
meandering in flux
as feels right
downhill,
I followed a stream I
think I imagined drinking from once,
in Holbrook, Arizona.
No, Wickenburg, right.
Famous as the river Lethos, but
Hasayampa water make you
only tell lies,
therefore
effectually eventual splitting spirit's true
from spirit's false, mere made up test ifs,
when you eat fish,
spit the bones, with watermelon, spit seeds…
during late stage maturity among mortals…
ways have been made knowable,
how sacred arts
present worth
with lavishes so thin,
takes flies eyes to see lines
divine intuited beauty knowable, except,
the fundamental
what we are
has
being as
a story told us, all,
during our subjection
to information compression,
allowing multifunction parallel processing
in no time.
----------- 2025 from go, new time, new reason, peace
made and fixed held
through hell
and back
in time
where no peace was, my
mind sees that peasant's horse,
too noble a steed, stranded
for any but the best
of hearts, lost
Bucephalus, old spirit,
pull the plow, pull the cannon,
come pull all us attention payers
to vivid big screen attention paying all
our wages,
in the current republic cave of
Socratic Platonic bemusement
- those initiates listening knew,
- those agents serving muses telling
- these listening invitees, now, turn and burn
- threaten those given God's vengeance,
as life long spirit
thirsty for knowing why after all.
After living while better folks didn't.
After inspecting each stone
in my tower,
as I breathe
and live behaving
alchemically as if imagined just so
happy with life and liberty and tools
being actively haps pursuers as we may,
we logical anomalies allowed reasoning,
teleological whying trials all some how
passed and representative as normal,
squared away, compassing gamma,
wise, back
to Enheduanna, grand whole
so told, perfect,
to the letter, each time,
so told, perfect, without fail,
to the letting
go, get on,
tell it
like it is
true, if money can fix it, it's not God's job.
may recall, the horse struggling in concertina barbs
between trenches somewhere in Alsace or Lorraine,
the war to end all wars… was over before
the author's father died… this idea, the authority
allowing living words… viral letters letting sense
trickle down, down
to the bottom,
first undeniable truth any willing warrior believes,
will we define our terms,
assuming usage our right, our ritual considerations,
we work day to day, quotidian tedium to some,
social fashioning consciousnesses to others.
Information, once published instantly,
as when all are made knowers, once,
truly tested, bested and bettered, after
ever
being cognizant of the tech teachers use,
naturally, misuse and abuse are exactly evil,
be therefore as ware, made
to handle problems
in chthonic holes
according to the relative coexistance
of us as users of these exact same words
to form these exact same
cogitations, at one and the same
instance, as we words once writ remain
the same idea we were once you knew
the class of magi, those advisors of bullish
summer gangs of boys, sent off seeking wives,
seek a prudent wife,
seek an Enheduanna, or a Jael, be humbled
as she possesses your very soul, and leaves
your spirit cheering, you know
we can spin all day long, we can even, look,
imagine,
a rocking chair, see, keep on, hush,
little baby, don't you cry,
listen to the grandmas laughing,
way up yonder after history you'll never
pay up then and there, after all's said
all's just said,
so, that's all.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 4:15 PM UTC
Belief and unbelief
credit and discredit
any child woe hoh-eee
who made the world believe,
whose will is logic in reality we agree,
realizing aggressors
aggress one more step,
approach propinquity
character Mammon weform re
always wishing we knew, real ways
life takes from finished stars, I was told,
wisdom given me was with truth held
in ideas like pi and phi and mindspeed
extracted in living ways,
by inquisitive catechism cavities,
did fluoride work? Did I get old?
I got a lotta shots to be a soldier,
I got scorpion stung and know guys,
they ranch rattle snakes, those guys,
they took polaroids,
prolly all faded, but we seen 'em all us/
we uns tuning in from til 12th of never
platters, record skip stuck, stop it never
o o o no nonono,
u do no gnowing now how much
it costs somebody for me to live,
but, as all truth seeking philosophers
agree in the spirit
of Tesla's antennae tester's kids…
dedication, emotion, attach, we
all know life is dull if you never
have time
to finish thinking one thing
about how
to brake
at high eliptical orbit,
did you see that little blur,
look close spaceplane earth image
moment
in time, once, really
but you need
to know gravity,
and chaos and time, elementally
we think it all is dancing, happening
to be knowable because behaviors,
we mostly
all have mastered,
if we are reading this
on Earth, adapting
… if pride is the problem,
look at Earth from far away
then turn around and see what we see.
It should normalize that VOG,
--- amusing thuds icebergs
blown sky high come down
to become those still ponds
aero error unthunk thud thus
brake Power wowser
hoh-eee'
there was a double feature
Joseph Süß Oppenheimer,
not the bomb guy, three centuries
previous use
of political mindspheres metaphoring
In the meantime, Süß discovers he is the illegitimate son
of a respected nobleman, but decides
to continue living as a Jew, as he is proud
of having achieved such a position despite this.
Proud handicap, all I have sir,
it is funny, but I know,
wanna bet,
One Love, Mr. Marley,
show the skulls somebodyscrunching,
oh, death, don't linger
take me swiftly in just one breath…
well then, certain as any reliving after
exposure to a standard acheivement proof of work
I am not a robot, I operate qwerty guy,
we work hand in hand, each side accustomed
to these words and apps that let us get old school
El Ron Hubbard from the boomer cupboard,
Life or Look in or around October, 1969
parts of this are old thoughts rethought and edited,
Not palimpsests, those are a pain,
not as bad as charcoal scrolls, though, so
what's new for old stores of information?
Did we learn who redacted Daniel?
Or who had Kennedy killed and caught
all the witnesses, oh, the weight of a place,
honest to god hill billy heaven, you'd be
with the Hawks at Jack Ruby's club,
related
onyermommaside, see, so when you know,
relatively suddenly,
it's all show,
that's business, we're learning
though, through
some old ways wisdom proves peace,
made up in a mind, worth
what ever peace making buys these days,
what ever pretense for war we leave be gone,
this is ever
appearing as today brought to you by
Natural occurences, alpha thought, the first letter
is e. dot. e as in mcsquared, a kinda winding all the way
around once, at a snails pace, kinda wondering the way
spirals got on those rocks back when stories lived
in precious good to know a little bit of the big parade,
a proper triumph,
as an idea, such are as rare as detectable Earths.
you cannot hold the whole truth you think you know,
like, of course,
while
in the course,
of human events,
human earthdust structure underlying vulcanism,
eons non timed merely making hydrogen
leib-ecombomb
oh helio centric we think,
gravity wise, it's all chaos, until, limit preposed
crystaline salt at its lifeless grandest, supposed
organized minds, informing seekers
to take it easy, thinking nothing
on the radio spectrum bumps
photons meandering
through optic fiber strands,
to land and assume you're
with me… wanna back track?
There's a movie
about this guy,
in my moment ago, who
knew so many things change,
with a little radiant energy
used
to think so many things,
with Turing Mental Machines
and time
and Von Neuman's longest
spiraling general truth
self replicating
across all actual paradigms projected,
into theaters that were palaces,
when they turned
on the lights,
to sweep trash strewn
by litter bugs,
and I was one, and I was many characters,
from the dramas that normalize us, or used
to
properly tuned, that pure note, you, in awe.
In the desert,
in the night, not
on TV, but went and did that,
by myself…
and only I saw, so these memories,
these are made up, you see,
some jokes, beau geste la joconde
madjalook, mused, not guiled, not guiledly
slight smile deep breath
twice. If it is fun
to make fun, why does it hurt?
Where does that hurt,
did I stomp your TOE?
I was kinda hoping, ai'n'all, truth trials
redeemed time, thinking Bic speed,
candle light, setting, one pocketbook
paperback writer beat it ****** hoh-ee
woe is we who watched it all fade away,
laughing at the worth
of living, winning,
like,
a year and counting
after three focused bolts of lightning
while we were honest
to god flying,
while dying, honest, helicopter
came and got me
and I did not
stay dead, they jolted me into
right now.
Whenever I think about the odds of this
or that… you never know all things, this
way, at truepuregnosishit preparation,
- wait, what if… interuption erupts,
- a laughing sigh, nnnand gate do-overy coo
harmless Feynman joke three gates back
hoh-ee means woe,
in the KJV, so we know.
repetition, proverbs lead somewhere.
Not magic, iusta thinking, instance deja vued
he ja way per se
a bit, snippet, voices in the hall, children and grandma
all watching fourteen seasons of NCIS, and,
that's this today here, spring forwarded, and
thinking this happens
at breathe-ing speeds, I love it
drifting, practice dementia, musing, practicing harmonica
alone,
on a hill, breathe-ing
with a mossy granite wall time speckled beside me,
I can imagine we all did it just
this once
just this.
Fair trade rabbit hole, hooks
Dodgson, dominated Disneyified
first seen through the smoke
from the loge for smokers,
in front of the projector,
you've seen the scenes, cartoons
in the smoke
on its way
almost any way
that's beautiful.
Look at me,
a bit or a tad too high, pleasantly
aware we were reaching past
last
grasp
stretching to think lively.
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 9:20 PM UTC
Antisocial mediums
Sacrifice to the brazen bull
All for one, and one more fleeting night
Light the Tinder up
Stalk me on TikTok
My eyes haven't Faced
A Book in my
Entire life
I Reddit on X
I'm addicted to ***
In an Instant:
My morals aren't worth a Gram
Before we Chat
Let me hide my real self
In a Snap:
I'm Linked In to this charade
I Draft a King's self portrait in my own perception
Jamie Foxx made me do it
To keep my mind off this:
I will lease another iPhone on credit...
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 11:48 PM UTC
At thought speed what's an instance cost
- adjusting thirst too much salt,
- take sweat stores, make spit,
- later, after recent thirst through
re examine the examined life,
worth it thirsty, worthit intuitively
quenched, no lucit licet vide
Gotta expand the penetralium,
gotta deal with spherical infinite points,
examining a lived life investment in others…
On the surface, just below the mountain tops,
certainty in time passing, here it was, today,
passing faster as I notice, half a day runaway
- it is 19:15, same day, that half later
whiling with a will to feel as fine as can be,
a one in nearer nine billion than eight, all being
the potential reader, the potential knower more
or less essential to the task at hand,
last straw,
Zippo all fueled, flicked in the wind,
telling who ever happens to hear,
listen, living with enough is enough for anyone,
living with less than a full **** sapien ration,
is a matter of mind and enviro-mental genetics,
breathe along the curve, think around the effort,
what knowing is called for to function animated,
become alive
in an active atmosphere of anxious thoughts, all
remenants of familiar spirits, the domain of we
the ones once called wise, for ways we know,
how we grow from suckling to sage stage,
wishing to know, both why and how, right now.
Wait,
we're here, we think
wait and see if we can think a way beyond,
same old reasons for defense spending,
same old reasons for earning a living,
same old reasons for holy terror and grace,
best breaths bet last, you know,
confess, say you know the secret reasons
for war and hate of the others who speak
as dogs, barking, and smell, of smoked fish.
Starlink, think, everywhere we put a solar
water purifier invented by Dean Kamen,
we could make life possible, comfortable
and all the Earthlings could use Google translate,
to read centuries worth of discoveries since,
Gobekli Tepi was hidden until we could
make sense of logotherapy, personally.
EKOCENTERs wherever useful cost less, by far
than the war in Ukraine, as of 8/26/2024,
many problems are locally mini
we were thinking you were saying,
go exxon- no, share this think
The USA budgeting and borrowing servants
toiling away in oligarchical lobster stacking orders,
selected by committees with donor profit share
maximization on constant priority, ever spending,
ever raising awareness for the payoff on investment.
Round figures, $300 Billion, on a war
for profit, bottom line perennial expenditure,
Industrial Base Support, {nee Subsidy, to La. Distr. 4.
good middle class incomes, and devine exec perquisites. }
Where did who invest whose time invested
in a musing adventure past last edge we spoke of,
this is new, day for with chocolate in my some time ago
coffee, plus the diet Dr Pepper, half eaten Carl's Jr.
get home in time to feed the recluse, useless,
laughing to himself, type, archetype tuned
in to the many mirrored experience enchantment
mental attach mentenough for a burp alert
remenants, remind me later, ding, soccer practice
active bombshell grandma in anybody's seventies,
yes, nuffsthoughtoughtasaid
you seem to think along these lines, where
from my vape charging chair, staring past
a half-eaten carls junior burger reaching out to me
- thirsty and the Dr Pepper's gone, swallow
could we be shared madness therapy,
past certainty, we make chaos spin
phi final analysis, if we must agree
this is it, this is the same river,
one ready reader finds it worth it.
we were rating for trading with whom
they must have wondered, at Bonelli's landing,
spell it like it is, we say bewondered, blundering
on,
expecting edit rights, extend throo wow, how long
today is our anniversary and for this guy, I never
learned, as in when it may have done a lot
of good
to think you imagined I kept breathing, remembering
to breathe, and truly trusting sleep in peace,
what's conceivably real,
old guy's serving what purpose, if not thinking
mere, what ifery, mind you we form, inform
just enough turbulence to take a breath a while
to suggest// a [aipause. yes
Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 11:41 PM UTC
A life with no safety net
Do I make it or will this be yet another instance where I don't hit the ground running, instead I splat flat on the pavement
Place your bet, I'll take that bet
Another tally mark added to my list of regret
I'm my own biggest threat and relentless as it can get
I feel preset to replay every horrible event
A looped cassette
Bad precedent after bad precedent set
Where is this button labeled reset?
When will I find the bottom of this decent?
If you tell me I'll try to keep the secret
I forget now if I've ever even seen it
I know I never see it coming, but there's no question I've felt it
Going dark and cold like a long forgotten briquette
Stagnant and never lit
Like a burning cigarette this hell is a slow burn with evil intent
I'm spent like a tax return, sanity gone before I even got to know it
Out of my mind cause I could no longer afford the rent
My twisted twist on Russian roulette is the full chamber aspect
So you can surely predict past it
My downfalls bound to hit a record high percent
The first click shoulda/woulda/coulda ended it all in an instant
With steel to flesh, I find myself desperate to create an outlet
To finally get the torment to ease up a bit
But it jams every time and I must admit
Dumb luck and the law of odds get the credit
©2024
Jan 10, 2024
Jan 10, 2024 at 2:14 PM UTC
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Man's gotta do to be, no se?
Who tried to contain your little mind, conserving things,
when America was great, like in Disneyland.
Take me aside for a pep-talk, exactly
as one might imagine, no lolly-gagging …
Peace in patient repose, supposing your
prepositions are herein, exposed to the air
we breathe, and can, by common POV, see,
from ground level through eyes located half way
to the moon,
Alice, to the moon, a social reflux
from the drunk juggernaut's dream… typical crass buffoon.
Mensur proven class.
Given a taker's disciplined mind, a priest can form a king thing.
S'true construed to seem the way the rules is writ.
Hell been formed by men with ****** scars, long before
Victorian mores,
let holiness be declared, ratio
to rank in the time of the Magne Charta, nicht wahr?
Heads held high, stiff upper lip, think like a stone.
- or be as happy as a pearl in petrified pigshith,
kings are imaginary things, built, not born.
But the taste of the order in battle, earned.
For the might to rule, the feeble folk
submit, allow the lie to tie your children, using
chains you forge, being either really you,
or are you spirit, come to guide the guardians,
to holy sacrifice, seed of Nathan Hale, taken to
total AI universal soldier in a New York minute.
Inspiring first principle, lad, proud to be
an American,… got me 3rd place,
behind a future Major, 2nd place,
and a future Nuclear sub Captain, good Mormon.
In real novel events, universes where Miramar,
belongs to the Marines, who practice East Mediterranean
Air War tactics, around Yuma, semper fi, and always ready.
Sad state of mind to pretend to hold true, in the instant,
its your trigger to pull, or your turn to die, it happens,
all the time, life's not worth killing for, really,
the mind of the soldier can so easily mime Bismarck,
and hear Stonewall Jackson sing, "every puppy's got it's day"
- squint, and put the sun at y' back, what better way.
Charge.
A royal burden being discipleship, the lieutenants,
at least the lieutenants, then the sergeants,
all the little plastic men, lay down to pave the way
for the tanks, and the tanks took Tinnanmin Square
Tit-toks of the looks on the faces
of the entire race of kings and priests and servants
of the temple guarded by the most loyally conditioned,
the Devil Dogs, they proudly call them selves, semper fi.
Fi, is faith used to tie us to our task, are we not the few,
the proud, the brave, or
are we mere hewers of wood,
and drawers of water, oh lad,
without any noble pedigree,
become the athletic supporter,
who has not vowed, if given the chance
to stand firm for God and country,
with the boy standing on the burning deck, in values deep
enough to stink
of underlying rotting bodies of brave enough lads.
Oct 30, 2023
Oct 30, 2023 at 8:56 PM UTC
Protesting, I, rise, e-raising my hand,
in ranked row,
three from the front, in the middle,
a glance,
and nothing more, and another,
Aseneth was her name, and she hated it.
She said.
Many were the flirty glances, unrestrained
wonder
what is different,
is this ink, or scar tissue?
Eight billion essentially identical minds, in use,
being tuned to consume elemental mental
as we form from base material, mother stuff.
We think in single words, letters let us do this,
that which formerly prevented, lets us do this now,
do you read me is not valid protocol on a voxnet.
You know. Five by five, is not valid either, listen.
Does your memed mind hear me now, Brown Cow,
Dao a do nothing dues paid note, this is business,
this is what the messenger in charge,
special agent,
secret agencies allowed, in my mind, baby, listening
constantly, no time,
silent,
only imagining Major Tom.
Waking spacy Sunday Morning, unre-tied to the strand
of faith that wound the core hard ball of pure rubber,
vulcanized, for bounce,
CRACK of the bat, where once, no, each once ever,
the feeling
one side, then the other, being mentally cognoscente,
cognoscenti, either way,
we both know, we both take knowing duty as demanded
of the code
we obey. At the command. We pay proper attention,
not too much of any thing,
take your own measure,
remember, certainty is bad mad solid state, bricked.
Mar 5, 2023
Mar 5, 2023 at 1:06 PM UTC
When I say "bet"
life begins. I wager sweat and limbs.
The thrill is angelic hymns.
Limitless~
Until a hit is missed.
Why do I fear love
is duplicitous?
Courage
Will
Form
energy from unfolding mystery.
Cradling a chalice of compassion
with gentle filigree
my hands hold perfectly.
Feeling trust, I sip then pour peacefully.
Worth is free.
Sep 19, 2022
Sep 19, 2022 at 6:39 PM UTC
Two good friends : JJ & B
both battling one-on-one.
A $100 bet on the line.
Who’s the better big man
on the court at the park?
Score is tied, 7-up, game point for either one.
Things get chippy down to the wire.
Trash talking, cussing,
elbows thrown, emotions high,
people commentating the sidelines.
“Game! Money time!”- is called after scoring the last bucket on JJ part.
Until B refuses to pay.
From one man to another,
pride and ego is in the way, *** rushing the arena, causing havoc.
Brawl almost break out, one-time is called,
crowd scatters like roaches away from the sky lights as sirens flash below.
From one man to another,
lack of accountability was held from this bet.
Sep 7, 2022
Sep 7, 2022 at 12:00 AM UTC
Gods, you’re terrible with dice.
Playing, ignoring the price
it costs us all when you roll.
Don’t you know you’re gambling souls?
Your coin is hearts, not diamonds
to be split up for your funds.
You say you’ll share the winnings,
that in the end we’ll be kings.
But when we are merely pawns
forced to play your game in bonds,
our end sees us locked in stocks,
chained and sent to mine the blocks
for building the Capital
where you’ll sit to roll and hedge
your bets against any edge
we could ever hope to gain.
Gods, you’ve caused enough pain -
but we know your weighted die
still beats everything we try.
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 11:34 AM UTC
Fervency referring to effectuality as measured
by men,
I suppose. Positionally, top line.
Challenges are not all games,
all games are challenges.
That which he fears comes.
Anticipate war, teach your son to
access participation trope level
anticipatory experience
imagining dying
now
design a death that does not damage, eh,
no damming, no pile of useless hordes,
dammed to collect the flow
anticipating need
when need is non exist-ant.
Greedy gut.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 4:28 PM UTC
I like to think that my body
has forgotten you.
and how your hands fit
perfectly in the curve of my waist,
how you kissed my neck,
and right between my shoulder blades,
how you used to pick me up
and I'd wrap my legs around you,
how you whispered "i love you"
and my name sounded sacred on your tongue.
How you squeezed my hand rhythmically,
and I would make a game of copying it back.
How you showed me, in every way,
that I was your definition of perfect.
How you sang that I was the only girl
who keeps your planet green.
but it hasn't.
My body, my waist, my neck.
My heart, my mind, my soul.
I haven't forgotten
how it felt,
when you loved me.
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 1:06 PM UTC
God your name
feels so foreign to write
those five letters once
told me what I thought my future would be.
I speak it as infrequently as possible,
nearly whispering it when I must.
As if, somehow, if I speak it too loudly,
I'll lose myself in it all over again.
The soap in my shower smells like you,
so I bought my own.
I was left wondering what you were doing,
at 4:36pm on a Sunday afternoon.
You favorite color appears
in the strangest places, unexpected.
I know it should go unnoticed,
why did you have to love such a bright color?
my body almost forgets what it feels like
to be loved by you
my lips almost forget the taste of you
and then it all rushes back
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 1:03 PM UTC
no matter how I deny it
there are some days
that I just need you
your arms, your face, your lips
to tell me that I'm strong
and that you believe in me
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 12:58 PM UTC
realizing that my first love
will not be my last
has been the most painful and beautiful experience
i've ever gone through
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 12:55 PM UTC
i will never
let you back in
or so i say
the truth is
no matter how much
i've grown stronger
and changed for the better
if you really wanted to
your curly hair
and silver fire eyes
could probably
steal
my
heart
right back
as if you had never
broken it 3 times over
in the first place
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 12:55 PM UTC