#information - Hello Poetry

Poet trying conscience streaming conceptual dreams as ifs in wonderland's demanding fees in those days It cost a person dearly the believes we lied about kings. It cost even more to admit the messenger was wicked. All along the watchtower, ever man jack ever workt'aday knew it was the Yoker told the Thief there was some kinder way out from under all the stories dragged along, breath, e seeing sighing sense serpent's wisdom was spoken plain be wise as the winding gaseous weforms we perceive active e qualia la lilith rolling ares spirit and image of each perception Spirit and image of the anunciation, the missing nun from psalm 145 comes to nudge a meme, psalm 15 stacked on the parable of talents in terms of 20 years whole life, in his whole life a hard working harvest helper person would as a daysman earn sweat equity worth of 2 decades appearing in a story partly told by Cretans and partly by half wild hermits claiming we had a deal, I did answer the call to adventure and daring testing courage, yes I did that, there is evidence, a Prison Guard, Cupka, yeah, he saw me do my once, I stood before a loaded gun in an angry frighten sly dresser from blackspoitation early '70s, velvet pants and a mulberry fedora with a three inch snapbrim, see that, that was an interuption in times procession, it was my wife walking by performing a scene, talking to the perennial puppy said to be 18 when she took him well… now, but as a lifelong keyboardist in 2026, the noise of these keys and that dogs toenails, that is unconscious noise until it's not, and each space costs me a click noise I hear, loud because my bluetoothed ears are picking up significance aloud make believe, by virtue of gold tipped pens dipped in mercury form a thermometer you broke because you did not know it would in boiling corn taken off the burner, and tested, oops object orienting programing adapts at the level we perceive, Blackhawk passing on to Mira Mar, reporting fire, perceptible smell of smoke in Potero, and on the otherside of the border, that's what good their fences do, the local spirit, make us up as what's good to wonder if we could comprehend, if we try the labors of Hercules, but scaled down to our size, we who hold certain unnamed truths inalienable to our kind on Earth, as this planet has answered to, since the AV at least, account of whom, charge this transgression, disagree to pay what fee, fidelity trust goodness sakes alive who would ever rent money? Well, Jekyll Island, the deal was as good as 1.776 billion, in the bank, those children in the womb, unwanted, those they are needed in the future to pay for the theft and these gruesome reports from reality's edge it's all make believe, but the rocks and trees and oceans and fish and other people who have Wikipedia and Google Translate using MacDonald's wifi Dregs, in dementia we can claim we remember but we only really remember the ability to con fabulate entire novels in realms of real make believe, o, made believe, we are aware, others there, believing otherwise, expecting rapture, at least in costume leaving be we have stores we expected to understand by today, as we have been borderline mad mostly since ever was, pathological liar, edge wise aggressive conducive ****** of spoons to scrape out the adobe walls, make believe we see our reflection in the silver spoon, put in my mouth, we wee tiny us in 8mm the life, at x frames per second, ai now adds scratch archived film fake reality, as we visualize logos in otherwords, ology of any stripe, constant head in the clouds otherwise, spirit ideas good inspiration and corrupting inspiration, ideally set After the slush fund for the insurrectionists, that did it go. The game went from being a foot to flying why high in perfect no time at all there it went, the boom, badoom mental total flush, fret naught, Neural net inspirational rethinking yourself, daily drill, Military mind, set to peace keeper, still, soft walk, bare foot, run a lap, think this through, did you backwards walk up hill, and down, thinking did we were we engaged, post thrown gauntlet some while ago, gage we carried, as our lederlein postilion postilion ion ion sparkle conscious, say, hey, wanna live forever in other words, to do that these days, ever as it is next we have today to redeem enough time to wish we could just do it all again, have another best qua non day of our lives for an instance in silent recognition of how hard dying is, at that instant, then its quiet, true rest in peace, practice dying before you die, going mad before you did, practical live performance as you and you alone, all day, peace think ever as you may, you remain that bit that is you.

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May 19

May 19, 2026 at 7:28 PM UTC

kenpepiton

What it is I am as an after thought

Poet trying conscience streaming conceptual dreams as ifs in wonderland's demanding fees in those days It cost a person dearly the believes we lied about kings. It cost even more to admit the messenger was wicked. All along the watchtower, ever man jack ever workt'aday knew it was the Yoker told the Thief there was some kinder way out from under all the stories dragged along, breath, e seeing sighing sense serpent's wisdom was spoken plain be wise as the winding gaseous weforms we perceive active e qualia la lilith rolling ares spirit and image of each perception Spirit and image of the anunciation, the missing nun from psalm 145 comes to nudge a meme, psalm 15 stacked on the parable of talents in terms of 20 years whole life, in his whole life a hard working harvest helper person would as a daysman earn sweat equity worth of 2 decades appearing in a story partly told by Cretans and partly by half wild hermits claiming we had a deal, I did answer the call to adventure and daring testing courage, yes I did that, there is evidence, a Prison Guard, Cupka, yeah, he saw me do my once, I stood before a loaded gun in an angry frighten sly dresser from blackspoitation early '70s, velvet pants and a mulberry fedora with a three inch snapbrim, see that, that was an interuption in times procession, it was my wife walking by performing a scene, talking to the perennial puppy said to be 18 when she took him well… now, but as a lifelong keyboardist in 2026, the noise of these keys and that dogs toenails, that is unconscious noise until it's not, and each space costs me a click noise I hear, loud because my bluetoothed ears are picking up significance aloud make believe, by virtue of gold tipped pens dipped in mercury form a thermometer you broke because you did not know it would in boiling corn taken off the burner, and tested, oops object orienting programing adapts at the level we perceive, Blackhawk passing on to Mira Mar, reporting fire, perceptible smell of smoke in Potero, and on the otherside of the border, that's what good their fences do, the local spirit, make us up as what's good to wonder if we could comprehend, if we try the labors of Hercules, but scaled down to our size, we who hold certain unnamed truths inalienable to our kind on Earth, as this planet has answered to, since the AV at least, account of whom, charge this transgression, disagree to pay what fee, fidelity trust goodness sakes alive who would ever rent money? Well, Jekyll Island, the deal was as good as 1.776 billion, in the bank, those children in the womb, unwanted, those they are needed in the future to pay for the theft and these gruesome reports from reality's edge it's all make believe, but the rocks and trees and oceans and fish and other people who have Wikipedia and Google Translate using MacDonald's wifi Dregs, in dementia we can claim we remember but we only really remember the ability to con fabulate entire novels in realms of real make believe, o, made believe, we are aware, others there, believing otherwise, expecting rapture, at least in costume leaving be we have stores we expected to understand by today, as we have been borderline mad mostly since ever was, pathological liar, edge wise aggressive conducive ****** of spoons to scrape out the adobe walls, make believe we see our reflection in the silver spoon, put in my mouth, we wee tiny us in 8mm the life, at x frames per second, ai now adds scratch archived film fake reality, as we visualize logos in otherwords, ology of any stripe, constant head in the clouds otherwise, spirit ideas good inspiration and corrupting inspiration, ideally set After the slush fund for the insurrectionists, that did it go. The game went from being a foot to flying why high in perfect no time at all there it went, the boom, badoom mental total flush, fret naught, Neural net inspirational rethinking yourself, daily drill, Military mind, set to peace keeper, still, soft walk, bare foot, run a lap, think this through, did you backwards walk up hill, and down, thinking did we were we engaged, post thrown gauntlet some while ago, gage we carried, as our lederlein postilion postilion ion ion sparkle conscious, say, hey, wanna live forever in other words, to do that these days, ever as it is next we have today to redeem enough time to wish we could just do it all again, have another best qua non day of our lives for an instance in silent recognition of how hard dying is, at that instant, then its quiet, true rest in peace, practice dying before you die, going mad before you did, practical live performance as you and you alone, all day, peace think ever as you may, you remain that bit that is you.