#conformation
Continuing, in time, out of time, as mere thought,
ready for you to think, one thought
through, thoroughly
right, fixed pose, put so as
to stand up right,
here
on the mean point
of any grave object spinning,
in, or against, the wind. ROI. Invest an hour.
-------------------------- here it is 1:03 PM 1-1-02024
sunny, shady side of a local oak
Hear -- sense -- feel
agrere, ag re re feel mind heed,
agreed, as our we mind discerns
all around us noise
of us is louder than life,
we cannot hear our selves
think I am, and beside me, is you.
I think you being, made ware,
art effecting genius, magi-formed,
imagined magi-wise, presented phenomenon
of harmony and order in beautiful random reality.
How can one imagine two,
if one is such a one
as never was in ever before,
alone in all at once,
unique, solo uno,
you, in spirit
and truth
and this line,
and this line, establishing the shape
of signal sent,
line upon line, word by word filled
with mean common sense, consensus
on the spectrum of sense words make, meaning
things in spirit and in truth that allow
for colloquial we all uses you all fail to notice,
first uses of the fruit life requires, true science,
knowledge, birds and bees and ants and serpents,
first use, meaning agree, push comes to shove,
catalyst to payload, we,
become the bomb.
Oh, none privately interpret reality, we,
in fact exist to resist dying long enough
-infinite form- to
comprehend the winds of change, loosed
from fists imagined divine, scripture,
amusement themed re-liga-ment,
le-git-a-mental, right thinking,
in deed,
done so fast, we past all understanding
landing
softly
where wisdom contentment is tested.
mind
the rules
of order, noble souls,
rare incorruptible powers
that be,
as we so often proclaim,
beyond me,
as we so often contend
in pride, resisting heroically,
with the consensus, us
against all not us, alienated minds,
foreign reasons adhered
to for war, as reared,
indoors,
around the hearth,
absorbing value from your worth-ship,
expressed,
my most right mind, my satisfied mind, we use
when the authorized performance
of the formula, demands clapping
one hand of each kind, to synchronize our watches.
Divide the sky,
I look north, you look south
imagine we agreed already to look for life,
is it here?
You do know, few weigh mere words for worth,
a mortal, according to the culture adapted
from hunters served milk and honey
by pastoral people's adapted
to digest lactose.
Serious word use, with signs and wonders,
began when man assumed he was as wonderful
as life,
in truth.
Ask and you shall receive, the means to leave a message,
without a riddle.
The medium is the message, rub that in, what you are
speaks so loudly nothing else makes sense,
then
what?
Be, be on, go on, singin' in the rain, I happy again,
boppity boo, too, go on
Thinking worthy ideas rethinkable,
let me tell you prosaically, perhaps,
words with understood stick-to- bottom
like rice, re
think ai as art intuition, think
stuck
to the bottom of the ***
some first word sense is held, still good.
El, breath, yes, alive am I, bverytrue,
I survived to look back and laugh,
thinking to myself, the augmented mind,
the unbelievable believed let go, be free
form
of human kindness, your kindness.
Most revered reading mind, read mine,
let it seem at home in your reading mind.
There. We did that.
This is after that, long after reality agreement,
this is it, Dr. Zorba taught all boomers,
birth, death, infinity…
Dr. Zorba, on Ben Casey…
I knew him first as Gunga Din, {deen}
I learned a certain lie, glorified, just if-I'd…
I gave birth to the emperically deceived mind
- trump mindghuck attention diversion attempt
- flaunted and foiled in one fell swoop.
Nike,
the feeling, wah who won, we won, raw raw raw,
Victorious Peace rush, whoosh we won
sigh
science is
fundamental heavy,
base mortal honed most point,
extremely dense, in every conceivable sense.
heavy, primordially pre next, post never,
that was the unbelievable part, never
was
we one, we was always we, at the base, fundus
mundus.
z bottom of all hell broken loose,
at points past
our peace, perhaps,
at the moment,
now is not all
of this ever after, we have in truth,
hope must answer to, in truth, eh, wisdom
makes
peace
possible, in you
in me, on time in time, we do
what the truth would do if it were you
in this wedom of words we all comprehend,
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This old Vietnam veteran of the class still alive in 2023.
The entertainment deme aimed at -- action
with grey hair heros.
Long haired, bearded old dude, once
reported as having been a bearded youth,
Now, I am a rumpled specimen
of those media reflections,
my mind resighing,
interruptions are as sure
to come, as offences, pinched
nerve Patriotismismismismism sheisschismmmmm
pop.
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I was walking on my reward, my own treetop deck,
thinking something I was doing was not right,
like low down right,
lowest known, right, which hand do you throw with.
Right, lefties, to this very day, exist,
to put a twist on things,
politics is polimental agreement formation,
monstor's are made this way, evil knowers, thinking
nothing ever after is real, any way,
we words to the wise, we say nay, laugh, knowing
science wins, by faith in wisdom's promise,
still
small
voice,
this is the way, first peaceable,
peace be with you, we say, amen,
you, too.
Like romcom love declarations, difficult
to make meaningful after alls been seen done.
Neurons that mirror amused mind states,
we contain, as wet ware, we feel emotions aimed
at us, at any age,
Fantasia at age two, for me. '
Formed the informed me.
And you,
now that I think about the qwerty guy trained
ambidextrously, that is me, I can type, on a keyboard.
And I know monkeys cannot, but many have imagined,
Shakespeare was Bacon, and Bacon, St. Germain,
and Julian Huxley's tech level made me think that,
link thinking to Aldous, 1957 M.I.T.
What a piece of work man is.
Gaseous we, the concept, passes as common knowledge.
I read as much, who cares, I ask, I wish to know, I say,
we must needs agree,
or our intent to implement the bomb
worked. This is 2024. I did not die in 2023, I think I am a thought
thoroughly satisfied with the seed I have sown and grown
into another hap filled future for however long it seems...
Jan 1, 2024
Jan 1, 2024 at 4:34 PM UTC
A hint of disapproval
Would turn me upside down
I do not seem to be brave enough
To set it on my own
And splashes of emotions
Of those I can't control
They turn me upside down.
I cannot trust my instinct
I do not feel secure
Of my own inspiration
I need confirmation
And do not know for sure
Whether my devotion
Has the results that I've hoped for
So all this renegation
The fear of humiliation
They turn me upside down
And that I can't control...
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
The woods have become denser
Where roots have gone deeper
Lost between the intricate mesh
Of the branches and that hold
Embracing each other in a synergy
Here the lost soul is looking for a way
To navigate between the labyrinth
Ideas and thoughts are not porous
Ground realities have become grim
Recoiled are the roots deep within
Looking to move away from the lacunae
As the woods come closer and grasp
This soul has no answer to the questions
Pertinent doubts are raised
No looking away from the harsh world
Feeling crushed between two realities
A hallucinatory phase feels so real
Nothing but prisoners we are
Caught between the woods of reality
Souls filtered us through travails
Here are the sediments seeping
Deep into the ground, where roots reclaim
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC