#next
it's a different kind of ache,
mourning something you have.
getting ready to fix this broken vase,
before it slips and breaks.
I'm sad because today is almost over,
and then next is tomorrow,
which is almost next week,
which is almost next month,
which is almost next year,
Soon we'll be old,
and you'll move on.
One of us will go somewhere far away,
and the other will stay here.
Unable to let go,
of the past.
I'm sad because tomorrow is almost over,
before today could even start.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 10:58 AM UTC
I'm exhausted
Going nowhere
Re-reading the same page
Not in place I thought I would be
By the time I was this age
I need to change course somehow
Break from past decisions I chose
I'm more comfortable in the chaos
Than unfamiliarity of repose
I lie awake in bed every night
Plan being better the next day
Going circles until I collapse
No one has shown me a different way
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 7:35 AM UTC
God is with us and God is love
Who showers blessings from above,
happy are they that look to Him
for He's their foremost Next of Kin.
God is with you and God is love
showering blessings from above,
happy are you who stay with Him
for He's your dearest Next of Kin.
God is with me and God is love
He showers blessings from above,
happy am I and keep to Him
for He's my knowing Next of Kin.
God is everywhere with His love
and showers blessings from above;
happiness is a gift from Him
for He's our loving Next of Kin.
God's in everything that we love
hiding with blessings from above
which he showers if we seek Him
and find to be our Next of Kin.
_______________
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 10:26 PM UTC
The Rock Doves are at their dancing
-primordial mating game
-fighting too, full of testosterone
-the male of the species, at ****** war.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 6:21 AM UTC
Take a name
or make one for all of us,
let us agree, life wins
if we retain balance
within life's solar balanced persistence well
for yourself,
become the powerful procurer praying
promises, accepting donations
in the name of *** for tat game
spinning on right hand rules
truth fluency brings in chirality, cast away
- fishing for mental activity concerns,
fertile mind bio-eco-whole body
fasting core neuronal seeded
Clouds in chaos enclosing we who breathe
discerning gnosisnot zephyrs in and out
The mind at war,
with the mind at peace
Spiraling reality in a rose
Gratified desires,
holding hope true,
leaving be may be possible,
in the realm
of real ideas that work, operational
energetic little impulsive demonstrations,
giving pause
to know-it-alls taught
to accept service as qualifying
duty, surrendering all will
but
the will inshallah
to please the master, as instructed.
Swa hit ys, so it is, true peace
absolutely Yes
Amen,
or so we must believe or be outlaws.
Petition Withdrawal of my own stupidity
in vain,
by faith defined mind level,
knowing the drill, ready
to strike any enemy
beguiled in chata aimlessly
be it mere opposing reasoning or raw threat
to the easy life
of the well fed and entertained/
spinning angular momentum,
at magnitude, in that context
When humans gain new ways of seeing reality at larger or smaller scales, our moral stories lag behind—and suffering results.
Constructive conscience, enlightened spaces
piled mountains made
by entire populations,
gathered
to process the produce flowing out
from cities
Principle interests powering civitas
civic spirit
civic spirit
Synonyms for Civic spirit
20 other terms for civic spirit-
words and phrases with similar meaning
civic spirit / synonyms
what addictive muse used such a pen,
the idea that cities develop spirit wills, minds
even, yes, construed, all edifying our weform,
we who long lived as friends who spake one way,
we mean to say, we say right way, you say other way
same idea, we are no better than the next guy.
We believe what we learn can be learned faster,
then we learn we change and all we knew is useless.
The worm becomes the fly and everything changes,
dancing paradoxical toys aerial drone controls intuits/
Unless using subtle stretchy effectuality fervently
we can see Earth from the Moon, and believe
we have held local religions respected yet
we inspect the business end of it all, eh,
Ecclesiastical Wisdom does declare Money
answers all things… and those who use the book
the holy scriptures justifying us being first to know,
the worth of science and numbers and repeated
chanting and reciting as set apart holier than
can be, we see, from this distance, top of the heap,
imagine the joy
in building shelter
for our God,
the truth that teaches us as the spirit taught…
we sit and think we make peaceable wisdom easy,
wu wei, fluid, but beyond plain flow, water way,
floating between sky and sea,
hissing
away from fire, floating
to the edge,
hydrogen seeps away and life uses light
to replace
lost hydrogen, which ceases being boiled
beyond our personal bubble wall in aqua,
bubble wall combined outside inside nexus
all we lose when we lose our religion's excuses
used by those who deal exclusively in money making,
------------
time
------------
systems invented
by magi advising empires, since
Enheduana set a story
in fired clay used
for trade calculations
between relatives who make trades
across proud competitive civic cultures, traditional
Our family opposed to their family, traditions
that cohere our mindframes, sticky thoughts,
all about market share down at the cross roads
Husband, be not bitter, but sweet, persuasions
- - time, spent watching isolated cloud forms
- - thought invested in first impressions
- - through thinking from outside news
Opposing pride from unready readers, addicted
to the casinos, from childhood at the race track,
racehorse owner's pride, and epic middle class,
highest rung, a partnership in a race horse.
Feudal real estates, can we imagine those,
in mind frames arranged along
enemies except where relationships recovered
from family fragmentation along birth order rank
privilege of the father, submission of the mother,
or reverse, the mother shapes the future, wisdom
meets seductive Psyche, she whom Cupid loves…
and making signals paradeliate from water's ways
on display… this cloudy day, this windy day,
at sea, adapting polar bears floating
in the newly opened Northwest Passage,
clouds form things we make each other see,
as common knowns, we imagine dragons
we were shown images of, as real as can be,
in a world opened up with Wattie Piper's
Little Engine thinking, I think I can, as a prompt
civic awareness
civic conscience
civic consciousness
civic courage
civic culture
civic duty
civic minded
civic mindedness
civic pride
civic responsibility
civic sense
civic society
civic vocation
community spirit
good citizenship
public spirit
public spirited
responsible citizenship
sense of citizenship
sense of civic responsibility
only during social identity harmonious patience
parties waiting gumption to post the whole book…
we all think alike at certain generally intelligent level
right/
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 3:09 PM UTC
Two objects meet in a dispensary of spirits,
a trope, a tavern, allowing many familiar clues,
and we see the forbidden love, time and again,
and we envision in truth
as real as
messengers,
instants instantiated if sent
through time and space
face to face
likened to prayer
if texting is too slow,
any child's angel, as it were
reasons, some
of this
equals some
of that
ratiocinated one for one
a message
to the masses,
plain text, pure light, first clue
Peace, on Earth,
Goodwill to Mankind, all classes
first
to lieve be we know so, go
tell it
on the mountain, go
tell it
on the ocean shores, go
be the massage, the soothing balm,
angelize even worth
quick timing
agonizing
thinking life is hard,
not hardly fair, imbalenced
yet, using time set aside,
to be wasted, we prayed tell
just
found
redeeming an
old peace all but lost
in dementia wards, watching
jeopardy replays with the nonconscious mind,
while exploring conceptual facilitating objections,
were we not just thinking peace, on earth
thorny issues deep shame
for relief we were not
caught thinking
the message is none
of my business…
the medium is
mind, breath punctuation is
pointless in true circumstances.
As one reputed
for praying
and being
quite
happy, actually,
with thinking why is who paying
for whomever
to think
with the visual cortex assisted
with aural ambiance, once
with the adult brain capacity geared down,
dancing in Jello, pleromatic overspilling in
time of everything
token of ever y once
taken off course human slew
of despond, out on the salt flats…
flat time between two minds thinking
imagine… the Lennon song, holds
but does not own all the idea contains.
Entertaining lost messengers, indeed,
redeeming idle words, half lines, dangling
modified points of view honed to vanishing,
for the seeking feeling honest boys may realize
I'm going down,
down where the devils make us pay our way,
day by day, living on, after finally failing, for
the final time, to laugh it off, the overspill,
from a cruse of balm bought
from a jinn,
in a memory,
a post war spring. A joy to imagine.
Depths of depravity, perhaps, define
totally twisted, snarled and wasted
patience instruction all wadded up
and cast away, exiled to oblivion,
until, a way, as possible, probably haps
upon a chance to intervene, in real prayer,
angels know where prayer goes, in minds tuned
to believe quarks were first imaginable
as reflective twists in how a thought and its opposite
occur to us, in weform, as feelings also called empathy.
A true to historical framing helmet of salvation, passion
system governor, stemming staid mind, breathe-drill,
come to straight up, stiff, hard to deny reality of evil,
totally twisted, Adamic, in nature, Alpha male, first motive
feed me, in my vegetative state, seed me
cries out, as would a cuckoo
in its imaginably owned nest,
my nest, each cuckoo thinks,
my feeder slave to my
intuited inner drive,
brings me
all I need,
I need no others, so all fall
for failure to be loved, cuckoowise
ah, me, I am an evil force, at work
in cuckoo birds who inhabit clocks
of course, this is mere fantasy, coming to terms,
word captivated ideas, words hold first intentions,
not my will, but goodwill, be
done, my redone dance, be
truth will out, we say, see
others say that another way,
we all know, truth is discernible,
eventually, we imagine reasoning,
we wonder what it really is, if we
were to realize who could discern
when completed patience turns up
ire, anger
at the base
of our stiffened necks, craning
to imagine Max Boom, crane operator
as a memory of a man, whose funeral
I attended as a brother in the Lord, I was
on the outs with the wecult Max Boom
knew me from, in the spirit, of full disclosure,
I knew him from his funeral, more than he knew me,
I think we think everlasting goodness may be thoughts.
I relieve all the doubting fretting atheists and backsliders,
gutfelt disgust is wisdom falsely so called, it's true.
The knowledge needful in choice appraising,
asking whom, may I think these words//
or must I say them atop a pedestal,
plainsman's idea of a mountain ain't ever too tall
quotidian duty, be
leave the mechanics to materialists,
space out in some form, float far from
up or down, some sense, breathed with
once in memories from visiting temples in Bangkok
once in memories from Darwin, drinking white tea,
once in memories from before death of empathy,
don't cry for me,
the pain is gone,
believe me, you cannot imagine more peace,
bliss, as we can and some allow relieved unbeliefs,
breathed deeply in one good deed reciprocation,
breathing out, and in a once, again, we smile.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 1:29 PM UTC
I really wanted to hang today, but
you had to leave, and go far away,
I like your Aura,
You have such a Bright Light,
Just a conversation with you
brings to me Delight,
You Sparkle like a Diamond,
that lights up the night,
We haven't really conversed
for quite a while, but
When you are in my presence,
YES!!!
YOU DO MAKE ME SMILE!!!
you were on my mind today,
I hope that you are good, and
that things are okay,
I wish you the best, and
hope all is well, this I pray,
If you're not too busy, or
happen to come around,
Maybe we could just chill,
or even hit the town,
You and I can just chill,
YEAH!!!
WHAT DO YOU SAY??
Get lost, break free,
Where They run and play,
I hope we could do this,
real soon, and one day.
I would like to check on you,
I will drop a line,
We could get a bite to eat, and
That would be just fine,
We could be amongst those
who Wine and dine, or
Maybe just relax,
do nothing, or unwind,
If not anytime soon, then
MAYBE NEXT TIME!!!
B.R.
Date: 8/20/2025
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 11:22 PM UTC
*every time a poem completed,
its state of affairs, certified & feted,
the boys gather 'round, for serious
series of slaps on the back, and
drunken wisdom words,
"you'll never do another one, better, boyo!"
and the dread of correct
feels me up,
filling me up
with cream filling
whipped up
anxiety
of the now seizured defeated*
as I grab a clean sheet from top of the stack,
and the retired muses overhear,
delightedly, whispering to each other
just loud enough to hear
me shaking tremble,
"*and right they are,
and write they are!*"
and yet, ex-poet, still a fool…
9:42pm
Wed Aug 6
2025
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 9:43 PM UTC
i hope my next life i am a beloved puppy dog or a beautiful monarch butterfly or a strong magnolia tree or at last, a peculiar little girl who finally gets to be, seen when she's not shining, truly loved.
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 5:09 PM UTC
*“But nobody really cares about how a poem has done! The only thing worth talking about is
what is the next poem”*
<>
how brief are these pleasures
that are oft tendered to our senses,
sunrise, sunset, eclipses
all ****** too quick,
yes,
a slow read, a leisurely walk amid
the bombast of colors falling extraordinaire
even the denuded trees
are blinked away too easy,
even though they longer linger,
our body clocks knowingly admits
that even the still of snow covered lands
or the blanketing grating grays
of a Midwest Great Lakes winter sky
goes on and on
too **** long,
they too to can be, are,
imagined away without too much difficulty
so too,
the next poem
can be hounding incessantly, crying out for
your undivided-under-god,
for attention to be paid
and paid again
but more likely
be a desert away of unwatered vast eternal spaces, and inspiration is only a mirage
that searingly teasing you for relief
from can’t get go satisfaction
for that next poem
is perpetually around the
next corner,
moving faster than your heart’s beating,
the words that need believing,
need bleeding for
they come at great cost,
never simple, never flawless,
just raw unpolished
that is always the
next poem
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 7:46 AM UTC
I don't want to fuuck around
I rather not find out
I don't want to hear I'm not doing what I need too
But if I don't I might never win a bout
This isn't a warning or challenge
I don't want to prove what I'm about
I've gone toe to toe with life all my life
I wouldn't mind a little mid season drought
©2024
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 5:33 PM UTC
Will heart be in love?
Next time you meet somebody
Just never know when
Apr 28, 2024
Apr 28, 2024 at 7:26 AM UTC
You may as well,
of course, perusal, per use usual
for us, run on
rule rocking rolled
on by in to the annals,
somewhere, I agreed
with all the rich preachers sell,
breathe,
blow it out,
feel or see, it rippled,
we passed recently
through jello time thread,
that does eventually lead
to you reading this.
That is as true as it ever wished
to be, you know,
I did this,
and it worked.
I was good
at magic tears, my granddaughter taught me,
tears for the weeping other, seen,
there, catch your
breath, the action, laughing is, does what medicines do.
Hap is an elemental idea, a basic hydrogen idea,
comparative happenstance adjust the ocular tension
in the kneck and back, happiness is
breathing, confirm,
means what my CPU dhe
say it is so in words if no other form,
there is no door to hell from here, this
is the point
of Christmas being made…
the promised message is your peace,
make it up, and make it wink, peace
in words
from whither words wisedhe we'ld enjoyed
alliterating as much as some neume harmonies insist
eeee
fa la la 'n' all… rest easy peace where you pray.
A little leaven is accounted, in breathing time,
slow nodding yes I see, so now
breathe, and think, no, it never ends, the task
is to redeem each idle word, we loose,
in these post jello time conditions,
breathe-ing, stepping back breathing, focus
attention what is a minute well spent spilling
a seasonal flow I find, since I was a child, spills
I know the joy of my garden, and I
welcome your presense, as by now, we
look at the cup from the drinker's perspective,
some cups over flow, if these were pages in any
book of life down to the first point
being wisdom prior to light, nada
time and again, OMGOMGOMGOMG
breathe out nasally in and out, stop ask
If this were a novel
a new form now utilized as by a will as old
as any, given his first taste of assisted intuition,
that's it,
qwertyguy, I sit up straight, and burp, ver-ify
virtue flows Thales knew as well as any, wi-ro
How many pages would you love to read,
what would Diogenes say?
Autolycos laughs, a little. But asks as well
his role in some stories is paid hell to know,
usefully.
Dec 18, 2023
Dec 18, 2023 at 10:09 PM UTC
She placed me as her best friend.
Finally pulling me out of her “friend zone” because she failed to grab the man she really wanted.
Sep 16, 2022
Sep 16, 2022 at 12:43 AM UTC
Le pire pourrait être qu'on ne comprend pas pourquoi.
Le Baume pour un peu apaiser nos cœurs, c'est qu'on la retrouvera au ciel.
Le meilleur, on le dit en larmes reste à venir
La douleur faut être sincère ne s'évanouirai pas de Jamais.
La vie, on la vivra avec ce trou baignant
Aide nous à faire le deuil Dieu.
Mais on ne veut pas Oublier notre tata.
Car comme ça, une partie d'elle, toujours, restera avec nous.
Jusqu'au jour où ça sera notre tour
Console Seigneur
Console Père
Console Saint-Esprit
La Douleur brûle comme la glace
Paix à notre maman
A.M.E.N.
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 2:04 PM UTC
Hello
said the jester with skin coated in yellow
he forgot to bow
to ghastly twist his body
for head to kiss to toe
the king began to snarl
the jester began to tremble
the guards gazed at the gallow tree
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 3:32 PM UTC
Back off, magic pen,
the memory is mine, once I settled all accounts,
my worth
is not them knowing,
more than I survived, I did
not by being one of the few, but I survive
by being the only real me,
who stood in that position, calm eustasy,
in a box of thoughts tested time and again, knowing
and with a little umph, oomph, try,
once more,
effort, per haps a made up sweaty struggle,
to catch this magic fish who gave me this
wish
to have endless ink and informative material,
gestating as solemn promises to tell
as told,
speak when spoken to, pray you hear in time,
waiting is, but so is ever,
whose wish
haps first is whose may is now. In a word.
Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 2:58 PM UTC
Eyes so deep, you could drown
Felt like seeing a queen with a crown
She looked like she was in a foreign land
Broke away from a life that was bland
Smiling like a fool but was aware too
A big responsibility, only taken by a few
She was ready to take the next step
Now all that was left was for her to prep
Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 8:47 AM UTC
If you wanted something to break I could have handed you a vase
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 10:38 AM UTC
Life’s Next Chapter
Sometimes life pulls us away
From the ones who help us get through the tough days
The thought of being without them pains me to say
A part of me wants to give up my dreams to go away to school to stay.
I am worried that I won’t make friends
I’ll be lonely in this new place,
On my own and not knowing my way
The thought of leaving behind my loved ones
Terrifies me more than I’d like to say
A part of me wants to give up my dreams to go away to school to stay.
I am worried that making the move
Might end up being a horrible mistake
I’m not sure if I’m mentally ready
For what life may throw my way
The wonders of the unknown concerns me
I want my life to be on track without delays.
A part of me wants to give up my dreams to go away to school to stay.
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 10:19 PM UTC
timber
down falls the old growth
to be cut to pieces
tumbles
dropped into the ropes draped
towering, it is now laid to rest
down
the forest floor becomes a new bed
dread before, what comes next
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 10:17 PM UTC
Hermetical seals past due broken
MARCH 19, 2021 / ADMIN
I named the idea and the idea appeared
Three inmates, no,
initiates, so they say,
published
the Kybalion, 1908, vibes
kinda kabalistic, alchemical and all,
C.G Jung really read this book, no way…
https://kenpepiton.com/?p=1119
For those who encourage the novelist wish for a reader,
by reading bits form the middle of mine,
-- most no longer load to HP, and I have option to add
art at kenpepiton.com.
Some some times I just post a link. No comments are on over there, if they are I don't read them/
Thanks to each whoever thought about what comes next...
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 11:54 PM UTC
Dear motivation,
Without you I’m just a loading screen stuck in its animation.
Dear motivation,
Without you I’m lost in a void of lazy fascination.
Dear motivation,
Without you I’m just another piece of lonely fabrication.
Dear motivation,
Without you I’m stuck in a loop of endless imagination.
Dear motivation,
Without you I would lose my only foundation.
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 3:15 AM UTC