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used to just if I may reclaim my peace of mind,
amen and so be it, done been done said, this it, used
too much to resist in ignorance, listen to these winds.
Beliefs blown from men as trees, walking blindly windward,
if the whole world ends it is the destination predicted, if we
are the egg fertilized to break down the next phosphorus us,
universal sapience sharing resistance to abused science, con
science sapien sapience, psychology of aversions and attractions
old patterns, set the stage, its March 7, 2026.
Collected concentration on con as in convention, invention, come
gather all ye tellers of stories lauding the military mind we developed
coevolving from basic trauma fear of death or hate for life, surrender,
make peace on earth as seen from Saturn, just imagine that plain
to the drain mainly from the plains, to the reedy swamps bayous cypress
and all kinds of trees, some plains folk never crossed the Mogollon rim
never had the time to be alive to be alive to be alive to tell, there is no hell.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 8:00 PM UTC
Worth and weight,
first rule for being born,
again and again and again,
under promised pending
wrath of all that has been
called God, since Edison, say
or say, Nobel, perfector
of mountain moving stable
explosives when Teddy Roosevelt was a boy.
The New York American ****** Epstein Tool…
here, merge myths and mysteries with me, I
am a heretic hear to accuse the liars, using my
own personal experience as an allegiant Boomer,
reared in a town on Route 66, old trail water stop,
where Beale stopped and drank in his vision
marveling,
smiling, morphing into smirk, the look
on Trump's face when he said,
All those guys are dead.
Inside his core time processor fading out,
he suddenly feels Charlie Kirk, smiling from
the land of the well remembered innocents,
I send you the warming hot coals of Christmas,
to reward your attitude exalting hate over truth.
Peace on Earth causes kinder smiles, old boy.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 11:09 AM UTC
Sunday, the lads are on the pitch
they were ****** the night before
the other side look just as bad
not sure any are fit to score
The whistles blown, the ball is kicked
three players chase concentration on their faces
The keepers are leaning on goalposts
and seventeen are tying their laces
Number nine is running at goal
He must score, it's in the bag
the ball soars past the goalie
and hits the corner flag
By the half time wistle
there was one red card and four yellow
players were crawling off the pitch
the supporters were less than mellow
The full time score was a one all draw
the Ref blew for full time
the players headed for the bar
Twenty one pints and a lager and lime
Match clebrations went on for hours
though neither side had won
next Sunday they would play again
only to draw again, one, one
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 5:08 PM UTC
My breath slows down
When I open my eyes,
My eyes see the world
That lies with me,
Deep and deep,
No misery.
Suddenly, my eyes wake,
With my consciousness,
Everything with me, and I with everything.
My breath slows down
When I open my eyes,
My eyes see the world
That vibrates with me,
Deep and deep...
The cosmos brings me, and I bring the cosmos,
I play with my emotions,
And emotions play with me,
I play until my last breath.
My breath slows down
When I open my eyes,
My eyes see the song
That plays with me,
Deep and deep,
No misery.
I see beautiful lies within beauty,
I see complete lies within the incomplete,
While everyone searches for bliss,
I see bliss in them.
My breath slows down
When I open my eyes,
My eyes see the bliss
That lies with me,
Deep and deep,
No misery,
Deep and deep,
No misery.
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 2:28 AM UTC
Re political loyalties and honors…
we can disagree about many things,
and I will not **** you, can I say the same
of you, my cross paradigmed other
in the dialog of judgement, mine,
as the extensions discern my worth
as a redeemer of idle words and time
taken for granted and wasted on movies.
Excusing any reason ever used,
needs ratiocination indoctrination.
Faith called to reason, why idle words
force accountibility, yes, shall every man
wombed or un, give a book
of life level accounting
for each idle oath, or adjective
or unintended verb agency,
promised, cursed or blessed.
Reason, between two or more of us, each
brings reason, by now, each who can hold
these words as self evidence, each word holds
a bit of metadata marking our agreement,
mental, mind realm, spaceless timeless medium
thought fitting word
to pattern, instantly, no time
cognationally global
in 197 Wikioedian verses
save, we know, dendritic
tie ins take time to loop
signaling connection made,
- We are the World…
intention flux determind antes
loosed with pre thymus degeneration,
T-cells ready fitru robotic single mind will,
to seek and destroy danger to the mind filling
system
of systems considered nearly perfectly, clog
sidereal desires, in you, wither the kingdom is,
not may be, if y'good,
someday under sublime
alignment instrumentalities
prerequisites, pure yes, intention
seek, the principle thing, id est wisdom
at your core, as any man kind called sapien
2.0, consexual reproducing drive, curious
too complex to not put through rigorous
imaginative allied consanguine lymphocyte
testing at the molecular willingness to smash
the vase, the delicate vessle,
after life as a star,
as a player
at a cosmic level, a bit
in the fluff at a galactic edge, pop.
Yah, certainly, one can unbelieve
any law about God, as explained to children,
any law about believing being mind hats given,
may be reexamined, out from life lessoning,
looking back at how people are paid for teaching.
Reteach the proven useful reasons for the uses
of the faith instilled in Americans by age 20,
or so, it varies, there are young Sheldons,
statistically more of them in India than in Texas.
Similarly there are more good reasons than bad,
bad reasons are often good reasons used
to believe lies with, like the guardians
in Plato's version of Socrates, secret
necessary lie, gotta believe, yes, so
Republican, by definition, a kind of
guardians gotta believe God
chose each one, specially
to guard the temple secret
initiation ritual kinging
of exalted guardians, and
the elite who know the lie, risen
into the rank of Kings secret service guards
almost privy to the whole truth sworn,
to keep secret or suffer the consequence.
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 4:55 PM UTC
There was once a time when you could drink
some cool and clean water at the local stream.
But now you either have to wonder or think
whether that was not out of a distant dream.
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Aug 4, 2024
Aug 4, 2024 at 7:51 AM UTC
I have no choice but to breath this air
or do I? I can speak and I can write
something about anything,
I can witness the hows the whys
pro and cons of the daily agenda
freedom has a local flavour
idealogy a bitter taste
discrete pockets of life disjointed
I meet them on the streets
the social body this rags when
policemen rebel against the truth
doctors against health
teachers against compassion
politicians against duty
a slaughter house the mind in action
we look the other way with a laugh
not to see the epidemic of helplessness
political physiology gone awry
oppression cemented in our deeper minds
we carry it in our shoulders like
a gun machine waiting to happen
the collective focus a borderline land
the air itself suffocated by the
politics creating despair so that
minds have no more sceneries
to dream the world into existence
or do they?
Sep 9, 2023
Sep 9, 2023 at 5:46 AM UTC
The birds in the backyard often look there for food
and it seems they're doing so lately in a happier mood;
it was just the other day when I mowed the grass
so now they can move easily over it again and pass.
Their activity is done habitually each and every day
and watching them closely seems as if they're at play.
They scrounge on the soil with their beaks and feet
competing at times for some bite and morsel to eat.
When disturbed by a sound they fly up into any tree
away from the threat of danger they scamper and flee.
A human presence would be enough to get them going
particularly when heading in their direction knowing.
It's a bit of a delight to see them at play in their quest
doing what they all have to do to survive hunger's test.
I used to feed them some crumbs on a regular basis
which became a habit for me to them as in an oasis.
Together with water left in a plastic bowl for a drink
they'd a few things going for them one would think.
It was only after the local cats caught onto the idea
with their basic instinct, that food or game, was near.
One of them would come around and hide in the grass
crouching there patiently for the right moment to pass;
if the birds were unaware they would fly down to eat
of the crumbs left for them so their hunger could beat.
The cat seizing on the opportunity then would by surprise
spring up and race after them as food or game in its eyes.
There would be a mad scramble and loud flutter of wings
as the birds, escaping from that danger a predator brings,
would scatter and fly away as fast as they could to where
they'd be relatively safe from the clutches of death there.
Sometimes when looking out the back window I'd see
a cat roaming in the backyard in the shadows of a tree;
this would be enough warning for me to raise the alarm
and get out to try and keep those local birds from harm.
I would do this by chasing the cat away over the fence
so the area would be clear again for the birds I'd sense.
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Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 5:02 AM UTC
Tell me why indigenous
seems so obsolete?
Thoughts in the genius
whose sense is up so late
Why originality
seem so fake?
And off-reality
is worth the take?
It might not seem its best
nor have the Sauce
Not in Vogue as the rest
But it's the source
-Pastorlee
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 1:53 AM UTC
Labimpito ako nang unang matutunan
ang kaliitan ng pag-ibig.
Madalas hindi ito bulalakaw sa dibdib,
bumubulusok at rumaragasa.
Hindi paputok o dinamitang pailaw
sa dilim ng kagabihan ng pusong isa.
Hindi isang maringal na pagtatapat
ng katipan. Hindi isang pangako ng
isang libong bukas sa oras ng ngayon.
Hindi mga bibig na tumatapos ng
pangungusap ng isa.
Hindi mga katawan na lumulutang.
Labimpito ako nang magkaroon
ng aso sa bahay.
Labimpito rin nang magsimulang
maglagay ng tisyu
tuwing naggugupit ng mga kuko
dahil sa takot na masaludsod ang tuta
kapag hinayaang tumalsik ang mga putol
na kuko sa kung saang sulok ng silid.
Minsa'y pag-ibig ay tahimik sa gilid.
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 12:14 PM UTC
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Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
Bumalik tayo kung saan...
Paano nga ba nagsimula?
Nagsimulang ang mga pangamba ko ay mawala,
nagsimulang pangamba ay mapalitan ng pag-asa't pagtitiwala.
Mga pagluha sa aking mata, ay tila naglaho na
Napalitan ng pagtawa, lumbay ay lumisan na.
Paano nga ba nagsimula?
Mamuhay nang kasama ka
Sa mga araw na kapiling ka—- bawat araw ay puno ng galak at pagsinta.
Tinuruan mo akong, mamuhay nang may saya
Pait ng kahapon ay naitapon na,
mula nang ikaw ang makasama ko, sinta.
Samahang walang papantay, punung-puno ng buhay!
Pag-aalaga ay damang-dama, suporatado ang isa't-isa.
Paano nga ba nagsimula?
Malalim na pinagsamahan
Masasayang ala-ala, na tila hindi maaantala—-
ng kahit anong problema, sa atin man ay naka-amba
Magkahawak mga kamay, tayo ay hindi bibitaw.
Mga gala at lakad natin, na minsan ay biglaan pa
Mga oras na hindi natin alam, kung paano napagkasya.
Basta't alam nating... tayo ay masaya—- kahapon man o ngayon, at kahit na bukas pa!
Ngunit dumating ang panahon, tayo'y sinubok na ng pagkakataon
Masasaya nating bukas ay nagsimula na ngang kumupas
Hindi alam kung paano, tayo'y biglang nagbago
Tila nalagas na puno, hindi na lumago.
Akala ko ba ikaw ay "KASAMA?"
Hindi lang kaibigan o basta-bastang kasintahan
Kasama sa lungkot at pighati, kasiyahang hindi mawari
Pagkatalo man o pagkapanalo—- tayo pa rin ang magwawagi.
At ngayon...
Bumalik tayo kung saan...
Paano nga ba nagsimula?
Nagsimulang mawala ang paniniwala na tayo ay para sa isa't-isa
Nagsimulang matalo sa digmaan at piniling wag na lumaban?
Nagsimulang maglaho ang mga katagang "mahal kita"
Nagsimulang magbulag-bulagan sa katotohanang
b a k a t a y o a y p w e d e p a ?
Isip at damdamin ay di makaunawa
Hirap pagalingin ang sugat na sariwa
Sugat na iwan ng ating pinagsamahan
Pinagsamahan na akala ko ay aabot sa simbahan
Paano nga ba nagsimula?
Paano at kailan nagsimula?
Nagsimulang matapos ang ating pagmamahalan?
Kahit kailan pinangarap ko, maging ikaw at ako—- hanggang sa dulo
Paano mangangarap kung ako ay gising na?
Gising sa katotohanan na tayo ay
w a l a n a?
© LMLB
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 9:02 AM UTC
White water meets white sky.
No escape from this fog bubble we call paradise.
Eyes blinded by white blankets of smoke.
We wonder what is beyond.
A white canvas to project one's desires of a far-off dream.
Thinking...
Anything is better than this, right?
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC
The places we hide under
For sanctimonious pleasure
If it fits, it sits, little sisters
So don’t get cold hands on me
For our feet will burn elsewhere
Pious, but intuitive sensations
Receieved for all of us
Here in our makeshift cubby
Underground
The faces we hide from
For sacrilegious fervor
From one scene to another
We’ll be the last ones left
Here in our makeshift cubby
Under the ground
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
Silence falls truthful
Trouble brews of love long lost
Children laugh loudly
Raining of lovers
Love's embrace is free to go
Markets spread lively
Young women lament
Nothing now collapsing slow
Singers by the lake
Hear beats among friends
Riding over metal bridge
Silence in my mind
Fountains flows lively
Nature's grasp in tranquil minds
Flags drift over there
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
This travel refreshes the eyes
Even if it is the same view
Day in and night out
Doesn't take away its beauty
A journey marked by swans
That runs seaside
then turns riverside
and adjourns right side
See, it's a journey burned behind my eyes
It is between the swans that I can think
And not think
This is my safe house and I'm a habitual criminal
Stowing away in this liminal place
Taking a rest from being arrested
for too much stress
I will never tire of these travels
Each sunrise and full moon
Falling that little bit more in love
Pupils dilating as the eyes refresh
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC