#fieldtrip - Hello Poetry

Past the last of the acidity, augmented by the fire two valleys west… woke to wonder where am I to aim my self My being me being made of all roles I ever play Today, is marked a day in a week in a month and year on a spreadsheet maintained by several orders of attitude HR magnitude, cults of clerks, used minds and bodies, stacked in edified piles… as quanta of thought, bits of ever left in now as hints, things to come are made of ever lasting stuff, word of truth, my self is sworn to tell, test me if I lie. But {but, but} in thy mercy, not thy wrath lest I perish and only id, or another psycho-enomen for evers what was, remains a role, an act, remaining after the ocean of opinions I was on evaporates, after I am evilized as egoically selfish, I, my self, too highly thought of, for far too long a time. Yes, {yes, yes} that, too, has passed, re do the re, there we were awakened, with a Jolt Cola realization, life is a game, we make up, as children can, if you recall the child you were when thinking as a child may, at play. This is the day we form a man in the realm of self I am and, if you take my word as truth, you take the ability to sponder, eh? First, you ask, re is the author authorized to utter truths hid since the foundation of realit-ifity, as we imagine in preparation, for the game, Life, but not the Milton- Bradley version, this 2020 Life on Earth. The game. Made plain, a board game. The self, aware of teachers standing silent, but prepared. Ask, and, truly, as if true, answers appear. Choose. Do. {winning loss of confusion points, line by line} Rules and Regulations, Scepter and Orb, Rod and Staff, Crook and Flail, same-same seen signs of higher power… long ago, far away, prior to these tools we use, you read I wrote, we imagined, in our minds visual mode, we see as if true, a we we may be if we agree, and follow the hold of the symbols of power, respect the symbols, look once more re-see the revealed, veiled since God knows when, but {yes, yes} more knowable now than ever, that which fell to the earth, sowed light. That's right… here come d' judge. If I find a little light, and in my mind, I let - let it go - let, until the letters be taken out of the way and meaning forms from informative matters of fact, impossible. Ah, Jah, ya *** old and feeble, after a while. So it seems, says the weigher of any word's worth, accounted for idolized words, holy, sacred, secret troothz… abound, Bounce bounce tic to Rube Goldberg goes the metaphoric prize, proof. Plan the action, pre-form the plan, practical failure, of course, is unthinkable after careful thought, critical thinking and un-come-on skepticism of sophist teknhe. **** up in smoke. All the attention ever paid to any single thought, shhhh shushing in the cold, absence of heat, too cool to live, longer. Pop. Turn the page, scroll the screen, ignore the parts of reality behind your focus forward receptor circuitry winding round and round, past at most fears sold at half the attention cost. Pay hell for your wish, or accept the fuel to fire up one thought candle in the flicking arena, I think I am visible, I feel lucified. I can kick the ball, I know, this time… Ah, Charlie Brown, your social significance is history.

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Sep 6, 2020

Sep 6, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Sunday morning watching fires

Past the last of the acidity, augmented by the fire two valleys west… woke to wonder where am I to aim my self My being me being made of all roles I ever play Today, is marked a day in a week in a month and year on a spreadsheet maintained by several orders of attitude HR magnitude, cults of clerks, used minds and bodies, stacked in edified piles… as quanta of thought, bits of ever left in now as hints, things to come are made of ever lasting stuff, word of truth, my self is sworn to tell, test me if I lie. But {but, but} in thy mercy, not thy wrath lest I perish and only id, or another psycho-enomen for evers what was, remains a role, an act, remaining after the ocean of opinions I was on evaporates, after I am evilized as egoically selfish, I, my self, too highly thought of, for far too long a time. Yes, {yes, yes} that, too, has passed, re do the re, there we were awakened, with a Jolt Cola realization, life is a game, we make up, as children can, if you recall the child you were when thinking as a child may, at play. This is the day we form a man in the realm of self I am and, if you take my word as truth, you take the ability to sponder, eh? First, you ask, re is the author authorized to utter truths hid since the foundation of realit-ifity, as we imagine in preparation, for the game, Life, but not the Milton- Bradley version, this 2020 Life on Earth. The game. Made plain, a board game. The self, aware of teachers standing silent, but prepared. Ask, and, truly, as if true, answers appear. Choose. Do. {winning loss of confusion points, line by line} Rules and Regulations, Scepter and Orb, Rod and Staff, Crook and Flail, same-same seen signs of higher power… long ago, far away, prior to these tools we use, you read I wrote, we imagined, in our minds visual mode, we see as if true, a we we may be if we agree, and follow the hold of the symbols of power, respect the symbols, look once more re-see the revealed, veiled since God knows when, but {yes, yes} more knowable now than ever, that which fell to the earth, sowed light. That's right… here come d' judge. If I find a little light, and in my mind, I let - let it go - let, until the letters be taken out of the way and meaning forms from informative matters of fact, impossible. Ah, Jah, ya *** old and feeble, after a while. So it seems, says the weigher of any word's worth, accounted for idolized words, holy, sacred, secret troothz… abound, Bounce bounce tic to Rube Goldberg goes the metaphoric prize, proof. Plan the action, pre-form the plan, practical failure, of course, is unthinkable after careful thought, critical thinking and un-come-on skepticism of sophist teknhe. **** up in smoke. All the attention ever paid to any single thought, shhhh shushing in the cold, absence of heat, too cool to live, longer. Pop. Turn the page, scroll the screen, ignore the parts of reality behind your focus forward receptor circuitry winding round and round, past at most fears sold at half the attention cost. Pay hell for your wish, or accept the fuel to fire up one thought candle in the flicking arena, I think I am visible, I feel lucified. I can kick the ball, I know, this time… Ah, Charlie Brown, your social significance is history.

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kung hindi ka umalis ikaw sana ang katabi ko sa bus sa rides sa pictures katabi sa pakikinig ng mga lumang kanta katabi sa pagtulog sa byahe katabi kung sakaling mahilo ka siguro patago kong hahawakan ang kamay mo o pasadyang kakantahan ka o yayakapin ka mula sa likod sa espasyong walang makakakita siguro dahil kung hindi ka umalis ay mas makabuluhan sana ang mga field trip mas napahalagahan ko sana ang mga museo dahil kasama ka mas napahalagahan sana ang iba't ibang importanteng monumento dahil kasama ka mas napahalagahan sana ang scientific name ng kung ano dahil kasama ka ngunit hindi naman din kita masisisi kung bakit ka umalis dahil hindi natin ito kasalanan pero kahit ganon pa man madami sana tayong pagsasamahan kung walang nangyaring iwanan

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Oct 30, 2019

Oct 30, 2019 at 9:04 AM UTC

randomguyy

field trip (kung hindi ka umalis)

kung hindi ka umalis ikaw sana ang katabi ko sa bus sa rides sa pictures katabi sa pakikinig ng mga lumang kanta katabi sa pagtulog sa byahe katabi kung sakaling mahilo ka siguro patago kong hahawakan ang kamay mo o pasadyang kakantahan ka o yayakapin ka mula sa likod sa espasyong walang makakakita siguro dahil kung hindi ka umalis ay mas makabuluhan sana ang mga field trip mas napahalagahan ko sana ang mga museo dahil kasama ka mas napahalagahan sana ang iba't ibang importanteng monumento dahil kasama ka mas napahalagahan sana ang scientific name ng kung ano dahil kasama ka ngunit hindi naman din kita masisisi kung bakit ka umalis dahil hindi natin ito kasalanan pero kahit ganon pa man madami sana tayong pagsasamahan kung walang nangyaring iwanan

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Sunset vine in the suppressed crowd Heart's pounding so hard and loud A whole thread with extreme machines They're somewhat things I've never seen Pigmented cheeks, numb veins, soul enchanted These are moments that I've wanted Gleaming stars from above are mesmerizing Hours are enough and totally amazing Giggles and screams, joy and beams Hearing them is like a dream Few blissful thoughts, we're off gravity This lovely day shows pink sanity Cursive words, laughing in snickered wheels Blended soothing air and hilarious feels Rising of stomachs with butterflies attended Raw and pesky clubhouse but independent Pale flowers blooming in most gardens Typical teens with sneakers and Kankens The finale is a beautiful screenplay Looking forward to more treasuring portraits Freshly made memories are quite unforgettable Afterwards, I'd exclaim, "It's actually memorable," Neon signs glistening clear and bright Locked sensation with the floating lights

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Nov 26, 2017

Nov 26, 2017 at 5:06 AM UTC

feathernoises

"Floating Lights"

Sunset vine in the suppressed crowd Heart's pounding so hard and loud A whole thread with extreme machines They're somewhat things I've never seen Pigmented cheeks, numb veins, soul enchanted These are moments that I've wanted Gleaming stars from above are mesmerizing Hours are enough and totally amazing Giggles and screams, joy and beams Hearing them is like a dream Few blissful thoughts, we're off gravity This lovely day shows pink sanity Cursive words, laughing in snickered wheels Blended soothing air and hilarious feels Rising of stomachs with butterflies attended Raw and pesky clubhouse but independent Pale flowers blooming in most gardens Typical teens with sneakers and Kankens The finale is a beautiful screenplay Looking forward to more treasuring portraits Freshly made memories are quite unforgettable Afterwards, I'd exclaim, "It's actually memorable," Neon signs glistening clear and bright Locked sensation with the floating lights

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