#ha
willy-nilly words and actions
-inaction too
haphazard with three 'a's
and a double ha ha.
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 7:30 AM UTC
Imagine that.
Imagine you, I did, or can,
imagine becoming an image seen, mage,
image and spirit
of a traveler returned
to finish an inchoate imagined proof
ready to be offered as precious enough as
what we are, people reading any language,
we are curious enough to read anything , until,
safe and warm, we drift off
into slumber immediate
expansion into spirit me, un embodied
facing my guiding angel interface with truth,
as a conscious user of consciousness, watch,
from when and where your knowing leads
or has led you to realize or fantasize con-
fabulated fabulous you, certainly chosen
called to confront the time wasters rules,
all attention not paid elsewhere already,
now, pay to this poet wannabe I already am
willing to lie for truth's sake, innocent protection,
Hays Code Great Depression, dip blip on the Dow
suffering, meandering, trouble shooters rituals
some certain prophecy, today, when it becomes
this conscious experience in readiness proving
this conscious with science called knowledge
using those thus entertained to pay ahead,
pay it toward tomorrow, plan on piling immense
portions of sweetened ignorance privileges, sweet
satisfied mind reaction to reasonable evidence, as
faith is that evidence, the Bible does say so, Paul
says so, as his words live in those who hold true
the affirming declaration, atop the personal promise
to tell the truth, the whole truth, note the technique,
subtle potential differentiation, called to mind, whole
truth, probably differing only in scope, as far as I know.
If the poor are those whose mind's can't rest, and you
are, if you will, taking time to evaluate faith as reason
while having nothing better to do at the moment,
ah yes, just now, perfect time to bend pretend ahas
back into plain wonderous ifery used for nothing
so far, as mankind, mental beings befriending angels
passing fantasy loaded with allusion to essential ifery
for a fee,
fine lines may be discerned,
granularization realization considering our source,
once in a while, slowing to still, while tilting right,
to see the connection, feel the seam, tilting left,
two brains, walnut head, pointy nose, nods, once
breathes on full cycle, waits to inhale, once thunk
Marx on the one hand, Moses on the other, and me
I am the moderator, sitting in for reorientation, I am
pretty sure that I am the presiding judge
in this balanced state of conserved rest,
instantly donated from the court's reserves,
idle words redeemed during previous trials.
Umph and gumption. Imagined. On. We take
literal literally in these cognate global revolutions.
Volunteers are necessary but not needed until once
a pang of consciousness, an original bare foot scruple,
a bullhead sticker, or a goathead in your dialectical
whole truth told in final judgement day preparation,
on any given day, after the subject of grace is taken up
and away from any previous weight, worth on balance
better to spell or be served by SPELCHEK SAMIZDAT
free form query construction, Object Orient Dot, go
we never finish anything, which is why, if we wished
to be there, in the provential way there is taken
for granted to mean other than here, at the time
from reader one POV, reset to writer last word
new line, I am thinking is Ai ah writer spell slave,
happy finger function leaving left brain be good,
letting right brain be proud self happy me, while
we proceed to make peace with purpose drives,
holy gnosishitsthickening, crud in the arteries,
we ought reconsider. Sidereality does implore us.
Come into my wilderness and be a while, nada mas
be a while thinking no cliché what if all of knowledge
the shame, the blame, the effectual fervent cursings,
all calling courage to the stand, stand up right, lean
not to the left nor to the right, but hold still, let go
be the keyword we reimplanted, the point godot
made you think, what if we are all the whiles, at
tense
moments in the play, on the planet, in the ritual
usual morning justice be done, here comes the sun,
and it is still alright, to feel canyon safe for ever,
taking granted breaths, and feeling grounded
balanced nature of this passing wind in once
mere wonder if this heals or wounds, kids,
at play, Cain and Able, make of it what we may,
the truth is that's our story, coherency, we may
use the same thought patterns set in stone, and
think, look at this medium, is this not that light
we imagined on teensy tiny tv we could watch
instead, eh, look away, Dixieland, old times there
are best remembered dead, and dealt with, hungry
ghosts of liars, mostly honest men who did believe
God made kings, but he didn't make Kitty Wells,
come alive in a little boy's left ear, listen up,
It wasn't God who made ***** Tonk Angels, okey?
dialectical your language or mine, the measure part
across, between languages… words reason re as on
samizdat middle way, why we hate confusing whys,
wise dom home domicile place where we be, long ways
from dominant peacemaking private interpretations
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A thousand subtle philosophical reasons might easily be given, we dare say, for this prevalent temper of the day, and as many moral remedies for it suggested as there are preachers in the land. But without entering upon the profounder metaphysics of the matter, it is tolerably plain that the intense competition and the vast personal opportunities of modern society have sorely disturbed the ancient limits of meum and tuum in the current conscience of mankind.
From 1860 NY TIMES
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 11:55 AM UTC
~for ju and you~
the app zaps me new info;
boy! (only I have the temerity
to refer to myself as boy exclamation point)
you have 570 stars on this here “app”
be generous be cause because,
being gemrous (no typo, ok ok typo, but I like it)
a dumb grin,
a major sin,
way past my eyeballs in the
back of my wraparound head
SOOOOO
A little experiment,
gave a poem I wrote a star,
Just to see how many light years it took
To get this far
turns out out
you can neither create nor destroy your own stars,
same as before, same numero in the post~hereafter;
And if you hoard them, Eliot laughs when
he expires them away while counting his monnaie,
but that’s! not the point;
give yourself away by giving them to others,
my god, that sounds like great fund of fun,
but ****
to hit that button 570 times
A Job in itself,
So make my life easy
Write yourself some spectacular poetry
Be sure I see it, be sure I seize it
Before a starry night gives away
to the the eclipse of yet another
star-filled day
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 10:13 AM UTC
lying, deceitful liar panting live in the steamy mongrel of my slummy hive / marksman, deficient marksman rake out my mortar - the body laughter - criminal grime ; an absent partner /
kissed ; what a frisky view - the sky seems so keen
from here it's howling downhill fire i breathe
so sweet to greet the menial hereafter
- [manic laughter]
Feb 7, 2024
Feb 7, 2024 at 8:12 PM UTC
there is perspective
i see thats pleasing to me
ha ha ha ha ha
Jan 29, 2023
Jan 29, 2023 at 6:39 PM UTC
one of the poets
on planet thinks their shakespeare
which on is it ha
Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 12:07 PM UTC
i dream of walking
on mountains ha ha ha just
one hundred paces
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 8:40 PM UTC
I over 10 feet of the ground
With my pride in my pocket
And my cap snapped back
The purse and lipstick
Keeps the secrets on lips
They talk of your beauty
Like a ******
Of culture
The worst dancer on the dance floor
You make me shy
I want you anyway
Getting drunk on gin
Shining on the road sign
There's a hotel with your name
I guess I'm still looking for you
Keep looking for the truth
About the skies
That bathe in the sun
Like a hot bath
In April
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 4:13 PM UTC
Seven
Empressive
Holy
Scarce
(Connection)
Voluminous
Exceedingly
Hopeful
Serpents
(One)
Very
Immense
Daffodils
Lie
(Together)
Superb
Whole
Emanating
Velociraptors
(Packed)
Solo
Divided
Encounters
(Meaning behind meeting)
|||VVhat?
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC
You are always there... Even when I don't want you to be
Walking either right next to me... or behind me
You know when I'm alone... and need a loving embrace
You knock on my door... demand that I open it... so I can look into your baby face
I have tried rejected the love that you offer, I have tried ignored your company
But you always found a way to make me accept and deal with it...and all so suddenly
When I am in tears or in the midst of abuse...you run and sit beside me
A partner... A friend that sticks closer then a brother... I know you will never abandon or leave..
Your eyes speak words that I know you could never speak..
and you stare at me so heavily, especially when you see me walk away and leave...
Are you bothered that you can't come along?
I can't help but want to turn around.. since this feeling of separation feels so wrong
I have corrected, forgiven, and rebuked you several times... I'd thought you hate me for those times...
But you only grow closer... and become all the more attached to me... which is more then fine
When I sit alone, and try to ignore the atmosphere I live in
You come walking up to me, sometimes bearing gifts or something to share, making me give in
But you always make sure your emotions are clear and made known
I know most of what you go through... I see you so much... how can it be ignored or thrown?
Feeling so locked up and caged? Several stair cases under?
Sometimes you come to me for guidance and comfort.. but I don't know the mind of a boy... but I do wonder...
I'm still here... I miss you so much sometimes whenever I'm away
But I have that glorious image... of you running to me with such a big happy smile. Don't delay!!
Greet me with a kiss on the cheek, or sometimes on the hand
Your such a little fella... but you think of your self to be a proud man
But oh... the boy I love... the boy DOG I love...
The best friend that I need and don't deserve...you came from above
You mean so much to me... I love you my slobbery, fluffy, Pomeranian MUNCHKIN!!!!!!!
What?... Did you think I was talking about a real boy?
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
We are young
We love the idea that someone wants us
I told you last night I didn't want to be mean
You hold my hand I let you touch me
I'm trying to be kind
Because this would never work in real life
But the night is different from that isn't it?
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC
your glacier
like screams
are the
stone
be
neath
our stream
?
...
..
.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC
misses
missed
missing
marvels
mystery
maintains
mountounious
mountaintops
more over than under
she still sees me crawling
perhaps she feels me
ask her
excuse me miss
have
you
that part
of my mind
of
one
line
same as love
ok miss
?
...
..
..
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
...
we
are
that
ramble
that left
them
in
shambles
thats what
we are
?
...
..
.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC
It's good to have a sense of humour,
With me, comedy is a favour,
Laughter is good medicine, ha ha!
Laughing at yourself is best by far,
So, do you only love me 'cause I'm short in bed?
Bit of a giggle, that, more than enough said!!!!!!
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
*We have fun
maybe too much fun
innocent until proven guilty
and I wouldn't trade
this madness for sanity
not today or tomorrow
mine forever
the uncertainty of what I,
what we,
have right now is
positively mental
at least we'll remember these days
until we die
or at least until we're old
and unable to conceive
hopefully able to appreciate
what we created here
five minutes of mayhem
a quarter hour of madness
and I embrace this
like it was pure joy
careless
and free*
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC