#blackhawks
Never and now,
in the spirit of our times, instant
cognosis all fact checkable cataract close
squint to see, believe we've wired reality,
with gravity, and some chirality, really, actually
we found detective novels, those'll mostly soothe
Wikel's ghosts that got invited when we went all in.
Spirit and truth, as perceived accumulative, wall salt
in the mind of Christ alluded to by Paul in his advice,
let this mind be in you, as if letting is yours to do, as
if may were your will being letting time tell, wait, me?
all taming techniques are not as sudden, nor as cruel,
as storied horse choker spirit sharing suddenly, we
windwise breathe the same air, this is earthian air, we
breathe and receive… same worth, same use, same awe
while watching presunsets shade the sun and seem awesome
omm oh my brownies
in the oven alarm went off, will we think,
the smell might reify this bebeginning our ever we thought
once, the glimpse of the ox, who made the bull an ox, we oughta
known such things, when we took vows we were clearly told don't
don't do it, we even used the band and whooped up, don't do it
what ever it was you think you done, at this instance, is actually past…
the real crazy road that feels like the fingerprints of God, qwerty equipped
ready writers devoting their will to the telling of the whole truth, a complex,
shared at the edge of sleep for many early test cases downwind, mental effect
something early in the day, some ritual, set it straight, Jake, we were just deceived.
Dennis Mullen, and Little John, both in the spirit of a while in the spring and summer
and fall, when we all haunted the ashes
of Pandora's Box and got tested for resilience.
Winds of change, new global local language poetry,
what do we say when we mean we agree peace is where we make it
with fact checked wisdom, evidence, James 3:17, peaceably breathed, taken
time enough to live long enough to find haps pursuit unessential, grace taken
as the radio rearranged the military mind in totally ancient sacred ways, no lie,
warrior ethos, all teams make one up, from their fans and play by play, random,
common seasonal tussle for who brands the bull calves and who gelds them,
wouldbes and dobes dopes sheep, from goats, mules from ***** mated
to the kings precious stallion, yea, spirit goads, football minding bench pressing
on accounting day, idle words, redeemed with wasted time, are monad points,
poetic sparkles when a kid agrees, with a hearty amen, Youth Venture survivors,
pay enough attention to the Lance Wallnau Cyrus pitch that he thinks he knows,
enough to challenge my taken grace, and activate circuits putting phantom hair
prickling Goosebumpy… mental vestigial hair on end survival autonomous system
sss hiss systems, prepared mental image ever once, from any once, when time was
immaterial, yet we could, at will, by reading any given line as second time, know
just when to say it for maximum
gentle
whying, not pleading whying thinking we hear dead people,
and they are not lost, not Tom Wolfly lost, Tom Swiftly lost, ungrownup ever
except ever has been so far, today, as Jesus sees it, same today, yesterday ever
for as a cause indicating source prepositioning, from which sources,
try the spirits, does Proust leave you peacefully watching Cuyamaca Sunsets?
Some beauty displaces itself in how much earnest intention went into each letter,
some think easily at thirty words per minute in five letter machine keyed code,
some believed we all received the same codes, some think otherwise, today.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 8:53 PM UTC
Give it up,
Some gladly
Some with inner pain
Some with liquor fueled breath
Some with much disdain
But everyone must
Give it up!
For the Blackhawks won
Lord Stanley’s Cup!
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC