#grins
I think I love too easily.
I find it so simple to pick out the best traits in somebody.
I like to know what makes people tick and what makes their pupils dilate. I can fall in love with the way they talk about
their favorite shades of color
and the way they pick out groceries.
I am interested in the way people take their coffee
and if they prefer tea better.
and why
herbal
caffeinated
I find myself loving people for their laughter
and the crinkles beneath their eyes when they smile.
And I think it’s so cute whenever they suppress their grins
when they think of something funny or memorable.
I love the way people talk about life
and what’s on their mind;
it’s nice to know that there is more
more to discuss than the sounds on mattresses
and the type of plant they inhale.
You are beautiful.
I love the way people spill their hearts out when they’re happy
or when they’re sad.
Sometimes, when they don’t let me love them,
it makes me want to love them even more.
And even when they don’t love me back, I still continue to love.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
The corner street awaits with pride
Raise the palm and wave me hello
As the eyes melt reveal your heart
The smile is the manipulating trap
A stance you gaze magnifies my life
Stay in the zone oozing not snoozing
Disengaged in bases of sinking shells
Float on the wavy stretchy topography
Claim my proponent inside the rigid iris
The splash of the canvas sprays attraction
Alternate the kaleidoscope fluid flashes
A slash, smashing my scepticism cynism
Untitled spiking depths and radiant flames
Erode past the sizzling chargrilled grins
It's in my eyes, my very soul sits and shines
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
Such beauty
Whatever lies beneath it
You don't want to know
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
Celebrate small wins
That which are overlooked
Things causing grins
Stuff in places you may not have looked
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 4:24 AM UTC
We clicked, a
sublime combination
like cloud and rain.
We have punctured minds
and somehow mine is
coming undone,
spilling into your hands
thoughts I'd kept in my head.
You're warm.
Not edgy, not twofaced,
not laced with superficiality.
You're warm.
Honest conversations
decorate us and I
have never looked
so wonderful before.
You make me grin,
and I know
'making your own sunshine'
is all a mental thing,
but now it's so physical,
I can feel it spreading
through my bones.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
My demons,
Have never spoken a word,
They were always silent,
But they never left,
Even for a second.
They grinned once in a while,
Smiling while looking at me,
Yet they have never touched me,
Or took even a step closer.
They're not doing anything,
Just patiently waiting,
Maybe that was their desire,
Just to see me fall,
Watching every step to the fall.
-HIY
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
None see the silent man.
So, he sees he is safe,
for the moment,
far from edge
of precept-ible
afore-ity, oughthought-ible
If I dare say
I know away outa there, where
all the lies hold idle words
in twisted masses of
buzzing wordswordwordswords
worth a dime
at a time when dollars are
worth about that…
Here, play on my dime, I'm done.
Retie and release, slip the shoes
from the fisherman and
dangle toes as a crab
of blue crawls up his
leg, then curls up
to rest in his lap as a sapphire
symbol of some thing,
some signal says
our signal says
sort your wishes, make sense
inform any possible next, left-
leave
the impossible beings,
c'mon think along
its amusing
hap
mumbling and peeping and
muttering messages
as clear as any scry
in the liver of a lamb or goat.
Salt, salty snotty mucus os-scrap,
puddle of sky-deep blue
draw. pull, tow the
line, refine the
meta
analognoshit… is this the way
yes, this is the way,
I know.
Exercise your self unto
eusebiah piety, they tell the lambs
with joy eu eu eu {Tuvan bass} re-
verence-
vereri "stand in awe of, fear, respect,"
venerate -
the love of desiring goodness
longed for
waited, suffered, efforted to form
safe place, where thoughts may play
rejoice, enjoying no visions, ah, see
we are the reality
we are the life,
apotheotic, idiotic, exotic and all
chron on ai onion,
peeling, peeling Bumblebee of Notre Dame
hear the mystery in Titus,
see the vision said to stay off
perishing for lack of seeing eyes
look. see. seek. find. these are functions,
words idle until accounted for
reverently seeing the worth
in any Easter egg idea,
passed over as a cup of demons,
point missed exercising unto carnivalues
coming together in masses of flesh,
misusing
Weaving wombed man
any of us may watch a hero do what
none of us may do
--cutting my ligamental thread foot to leg, I fall
Algol, in Perseus, by chance a binary
application of gravity and all the mystery
of reason as truth,
imagine that the face of Medussa,
ha, made y'look
stoner
good as that found signaling reason
in a
sip from the grail,
see through the window to your soul,
leave duality in reason as a function,
why reasons hold on how,
reason reins in the free
forces good in form of
fruit for holding
knowing,
actual knowledge, hard sayings
- riddles and rhymes
- jingles and brand names
- impulses impressions
the accuser comes to accuse the confident
confidant seer of self evident good
flowing freely in knowing all
that fits the vessel,
all ye outs,
in free
epi-gnosis epistle good new
thoughts to ponder,
settle still being
seeing
ifs where wishes once imagined
ifs were waiting to be found
if we're waiting to see
having come to see the light at the end
of the maze, plumbed deep
Mystery of Titus…
My vision with no video,
words from the beginning,
manic panic fear fought through
with no carnal weapon
the hero always has
holy tools to take
down the monstors hoarding abundance,
we have words,
we may say in this realm of living word,
move mountain and be cast into the sea,
of all forgetful lethosis alethosis
efcharisto thank you
eucharisto
sacre bleu, say what I ment sacrament mental
exercise in piety, ah, more's the pity, lucky
we have near universal exchange in terms
gnosty little things, news,
actual, realixed new-ifity is rare, but we
we
as we were
were new once
Nevermore, quoth the Raven,
evermore, quoth the ox…
onward cried the eagle with a face of a man,
see the places seers saw, or say you hear
said, a vision was
seen on TV, as it were, holodeckical magi-tehkne
past understanding
out in the empty, but
for me.
As a word in a mind to be wondering why,
a habit may be having a mind to try for fun,
as a ware, a viral chron-job, to rekindle old flames,
otherwise lost on the shores of Lethos,
This is away, I imagined I knew.
Sober.
Words alone, no drug, no angelic winged thingy,
not a demon-daimon-daemoning
background
process
{like the music in your movie,
as you drive through life on a mission, nothing spiritual}
Muse, make me a museum, a resting place on the shore.
Ai lay down my sword and shield and wait
in knowledge of these sacred sorting
Algol held gates in NAND states.
Was it confirmed if Feynman was joking?
arrayed in threes,
threes, we pluralize,
eplurible unem we morph into
try-ads, Nike, in your mind, shoes and sweatshops
and knee injuries, right,
but winged victory,
of peace, replacing war
with a light touch and a kind word
-- ask truth what lies you hold in boxes of knowns,
you were warned,
the guilt of Pandora,
or a golden joke from Pan.
Bread and Butter, just live.
Just do it, beat it, just beat it, this is it. Win or lose.
Nay, peacemaker old man say,
from far away in ever when
all things work together
for the good we see,
while the love of money is agreed to be an immaterial
gnoose around the vagus nerve of its thralls,
there remain among us
lovers of money,
rent collectors, selling survival
with interest, in interesting times
peek, interesting?, excite lusts, *******
vortex of abundance into the coffers of dark
Jeffy Epstein's Circle of Better Angels taken unawares
- realms of loveless reason
Oppose me. Stasis. I stand my ground and proudly
admit, I've no reason to be stubborn, I was
being wrong… regret is not the right term, my autistic
being wrong reporting sense, tech taught wrong does
work right, the software runs, the tehkne
performs
performance becomes being
doing is done and done and done, never
crossing the same thread in the same place
twice,
until just know, I saw you see,
we habitate the same atmosphere
Spirit in a man connects to the sheen of ex-stasis
as the deceiver,
breaker of reason, maker of lies,
fuser in confusion, tier of unviable knots,
dissipates in photon dispersal
Ai insist… reset, reconciliation is in the service
receive my peace. Held until now, hear us deny
the lies
the learning learned from liars in days of old
The worth of if time is in the finest work of crafts
held secret for power to rule the use
of knowing taken whole,
swallowed up in Youtubian
deadly know-hows twinting ifity to
an alchemical-tarot noose of that same old
gnostic snot that leads to mindless pride
paying homage
to a tree, wrapped in a vine,
- evidence
perverted in 2020
if we chose to deny a right to life
to mis givens taken as
a chance, not a promise. Wanna bet?
Given life, actual being, aware, active, functional
why? Kurios, you should ask.
The hows and whys
of comfort in our times of trouble
are, in the odds, overcoming,
based on trial outcomes
long past
all the otherness
that must give space and time
for us
to rise, slow and steady,
Algol pace, bright to dim to bright.
Desert dwellers with uncloudy skies see,
if shown and taught to notice,
heavens digesting wonderers drawn
to the musing,
noises, humms and tics and peeps,
the pulses of life, from proton pumps,
to chyme pushing peristalsis,
gut vibrations
good old way,
fiber well chewed with hi-tec teeth
-Thank you for chewing.
time is used to move matter through versions of ifity,
not every seed is ground to goo,
but the more we learn, the less we know
if we don't sow, we don't reap,
wisdom's children say that
justifies their ever ifity.
Here,
the modified hoomon-you be, all-ya'll-lic,
smart-alec entertained-brain wifi
augmented homo-sape
fashioned in forms
for optimum consumption of sugar, and other
sweet per suasivity
of all sorts,
yes, yes, a little is good, makes the medici go down
{-Don't trust Paracelsus, he knows nothing of Mercury.}
dosage disconnects or reconnects, gifts
are poison to judgmental systems
conceived for sorting
truths in times when
good is called bad,
and bad is called evil and we all see
it was
a mistake. Cain did not know what killing was,
Able did, and he made fun of the vegeman,
anger rose up,. right used, defend
my ground, I kiss my ground,
I love my living soil…
Ha ha ha, little ****** face and hands brother
burning the fat, not noticing
the leeks and onions,
savory harmony…
Laughing
Aim at the point. Where does any universe's story
start? Where one ifity bubble fizzles,
in the foam of all possibility.
Make sense? Try, one more, mo
re
What need ye to take the chance?
Will ye live,
join the dance, or join the mobs of baser sorts.
Did we go inner for resting in the constant flow
lazy river, resting heart beat,
steady breathing on auto,
eyes aware of meaning
and meaningless,
ignoring an urge to judge the worth of one line
weigh a minute,
what's that mean? Message and mass are the same idea,
in the words, not the story told as
holding all truth in plain sight, any child can believe.
Santa Clause- eustasy, lust, and loss of inhibition,
Buddha suffering now to be life, the mortal moment,
knowing time is the container, not the maker
of my breathing moving me-dom.
-- I am knee-deep, up to the brass thighs, in mud,
-- maybe quickening sands,
-- converting my mettle to untried soft flesh core
peristalic waves, thrilling little rushes of hormones
signal gut to brain to *****
upandown the chant tricky ladder
The I am in me, the judge, and the poet
agree
we must take our faith into the catacombs,
or the equivalent kiva experiences
in iosus courses for hero seer prophets
know, love and dare to love a thousand times,
not instances, re-do, time and time a gain a
nother gain
we grow to know
here a little, there a little, line
upon
line
pre
cept upon precept per ceptive prescience
seeing now known, known a little, long ago,
dangerous, you know, a little knowledge,
a single bit of code
keyed to mysteries in Titus and other places,
where Jesus may have walked,
enduring all the trials trying
me, I volunteered, I'll die.
Teach me how.
Come and see.
I did, you see.
This is me in exstasis, jiggling like a constant bell
Bumblebee in Notre Dame, clanginginginging
are we
a ware, as equations require? Is quiring asking?
"seek to know, ask,"
From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=Require>
Is the sacrament passed on in peace or frenzy?
Are we fit in a yen-yank thinking state of wicked
twistings in good and evil imaginations,
as if there were two ways
for life to occur
and re-occur
this occurs to me
(from PIE root *kers- "to run")
obstruction obstacle obstinate ob-currere,
run away
SMACK. The wall.
The edge of True Man's Bubble of Being,
You have three life credits. '
[Mean Pin-ball, we called it, in the pool hall.
To win you must find life's meaning on one dime.}
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 5:20 PM UTC
Seven grandchildren exit the black suburban,
faithful servant to our family
for ten full years after
being used
in the
Black Suburban family tradition
for GMC trucks termed
bullet-proof -
to cart around officials,
whose purpose and anacronym
are left unquestioned,
understood ceiling of confidential…
Walter Mitty, or one of the comic book kids
with that same vivid imagining knack,
be the needed being empowered with the needed
skill and perfected technique
to master the moment and
change the course
of nextifity.
Catch.
--- Grandpa greetings all hold grins, that's good,
--- he said, as he looked upon the fruits
--- of living so long on this course,
meandering, to the sea.
------------ Gabriel
eight, maybe, the old man asks,
what do you real
ly wish to know more about?
Marine Biology, Gabe says.
------------ Have you considered slime molds?
Not Marine, that I know of, but Bio,
living multi-nucleic beings,
slime molds
make
wrong choices and remember the consequence.
AI worth the price, do as well as
slime molds,
make
wrong choices and remember the consequence.
Learning ever is about to become beyond.
Our empty nest is rearranging itself.
There was a tab of acid, tucked away
for a perfecting day, I lost it
in the rearranging
of my home,
to form
a three-generation
home, twenty-first century style.
In that space of time between wake and sleep,
I thought about the acid having
been swallowed sui generis
in the rearranging
of my home,
by my home.
This is the edge of nextifity, lieeeev!
All of Grandpa's imaginary friends
arrive with suggestions,
some bring doors,
some bring chests,
some bring sermon notes,
some bring grade school projects,
some bring faces, some a few brief kisses,
some, just that one
kiss…
remember that one it felt like
the whole world shared,
just once, but we can't-shan't-willn't
be deceived. Once,
being received, breathed, as it may seem,
drowning in the abyss,
yess, allusion and allegory all the stories,
hold more meaning than mortals
imagine in distuned states.
Signal strength is not at issue,
focus, pointedness, is,
to whom are we praying?, is what I am saying,
in a word.
There are no doors from here to hell,
I may as well tell you.
Some old sayings live in ever re-learning states,
time and again we learn,
the motion of an ocean is not plain old
round and round finity for ever,
here is the start,
there was the finish. We won.
Try again?
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 7:21 PM UTC