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Missed perception, missed conception, missed implication, fists exist in the womb, we see the mechanical means to hold that wind. Aha, you see, my role depends, hangs from you, a drip of sense, per haps the stuff called gnosisnot… Aitia, as a word, or a line Aitia, assumes you see the tia- Matters not, a disconnected god idea Tia mat, aitia, shush a by, hush at best - blow the man down beastly idea, I owe you, payback for the lies I told as knowns you knew… THINGS, substantial things, things of substance, faith , hope, agape ape, naked theories of time and chance and measure- oh sure, any line can make a reason, hooks you see, infer reference to reasons, to fold as indicated along the dotted line. ----------------- Friction is resistance, feel, the urge to not let go, at the edge of understanding as standing under pouring rain, rain we all must use, we are forms for water, once rain, many times, to imagine with, as one think links another, and sense of tow, pulling dragging, friction from fictional characters, abstractions, ones of one of thoses, wit-minds they own, living as aimed, from most recent reset, empirical lesson learned life. Per-ifery vision, pulls the eye to see a certainly meaningless bird. Pauselah and all, meaning being nothing alone. ------------------------- Dune, dam the sand, didn't we-- the powers that be pushing cinema, emotion enhanced shared experience with strangers, in the dark, attention focus, extend to Netflix, and ever after, not the sameness/ - relatively tiny frames of focus, - re imagine Monument Valley on a tablet. The show-business intention was artful, expose the world to panoramic vision, from Universal Studios, et cetera, and Radio Knock Outs, every body re- cognates, co-gnosis, lock, looking out, from Kansas City, or Kiev - there is no time like the present - we developed in, to occupy - busy as a we/ - this is surreal, so clear and sharp (rest perspective to default} - that should say RESET In the story we lived in, in the Bible, fully functional for cultural via-ducting truth, and nothing but the truth, so line upon line help me, God. I heard it's said the riches of the wicked are laid up for the just, so… just, child lesson, see so, as a child, - But Job answered and said, Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together! For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up. yes, child, imagine all the sand on all the shores. As seen on TV, by nearly all the eight billion, needed to make up our next cosmic byte… If we get back to aitia, we can ask for judgement… come, let us reason together, through all cutting off of fluency, we advance a means, and idly add a concept, ways, as if we are the ways and means committee, co meaning like a way one hand may wash the other, as co-operation, brain and extentions, -ygnowaddameans, aug-mental tension, cur- ma'dam cure eeeeeeeeeee easy ease, re loose the captives, let the o-pressed go free…. loose the fist locked and cocked, wave… Think along the lines in times, whenever, just now, you watch raindrops wind a way to an edge & plop, sound magnified as in a bull-barn, plop… what scale are we? -present tense very insignificant… considering ants as Ant-man, mirror neuronal echoes, how will those effect my grand children. RIP Stan Lee, you really tweakt my head. -- this can't be default, we can't hold the idea… The fullness of the godhead, ****** right. That is expansive. Believe me, we survive.
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Aug 12, 2022
Aug 12, 2022 at 12:48 PM UTC
Sorting abstractions as measured spans
Missed perception, missed conception, missed implication, fists exist in the womb, we see the mechanical means to hold that wind. Aha, you see, my role depends, hangs from you, a drip of sense, per haps the stuff called gnosisnot… Aitia, as a word, or a line Aitia, assumes you see the tia- Matters not, a disconnected god idea Tia mat, aitia, shush a by, hush at best - blow the man down beastly idea, I owe you, payback for the lies I told as knowns you knew… THINGS, substantial things, things of substance, faith , hope, agape ape, naked theories of time and chance and measure- oh sure, any line can make a reason, hooks you see, infer reference to reasons, to fold as indicated along the dotted line. ----------------- Friction is resistance, feel, the urge to not let go, at the edge of understanding as standing under pouring rain, rain we all must use, we are forms for water, once rain, many times, to imagine with, as one think links another, and sense of tow, pulling dragging, friction from fictional characters, abstractions, ones of one of thoses, wit-minds they own, living as aimed, from most recent reset, empirical lesson learned life. Per-ifery vision, pulls the eye to see a certainly meaningless bird. Pauselah and all, meaning being nothing alone. ------------------------- Dune, dam the sand, didn't we-- the powers that be pushing cinema, emotion enhanced shared experience with strangers, in the dark, attention focus, extend to Netflix, and ever after, not the sameness/ - relatively tiny frames of focus, - re imagine Monument Valley on a tablet. The show-business intention was artful, expose the world to panoramic vision, from Universal Studios, et cetera, and Radio Knock Outs, every body re- cognates, co-gnosis, lock, looking out, from Kansas City, or Kiev - there is no time like the present - we developed in, to occupy - busy as a we/ - this is surreal, so clear and sharp (rest perspective to default} - that should say RESET In the story we lived in, in the Bible, fully functional for cultural via-ducting truth, and nothing but the truth, so line upon line help me, God. I heard it's said the riches of the wicked are laid up for the just, so… just, child lesson, see so, as a child, - But Job answered and said, Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together! For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up. yes, child, imagine all the sand on all the shores. As seen on TV, by nearly all the eight billion, needed to make up our next cosmic byte… If we get back to aitia, we can ask for judgement… come, let us reason together, through all cutting off of fluency, we advance a means, and idly add a concept, ways, as if we are the ways and means committee, co meaning like a way one hand may wash the other, as co-operation, brain and extentions, -ygnowaddameans, aug-mental tension, cur- ma'dam cure eeeeeeeeeee easy ease, re loose the captives, let the o-pressed go free…. loose the fist locked and cocked, wave… Think along the lines in times, whenever, just now, you watch raindrops wind a way to an edge & plop, sound magnified as in a bull-barn, plop… what scale are we? -present tense very insignificant… considering ants as Ant-man, mirror neuronal echoes, how will those effect my grand children. RIP Stan Lee, you really tweakt my head. -- this can't be default, we can't hold the idea… The fullness of the godhead, ****** right. That is expansive. Believe me, we survive.
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(Author note: shortline prose to lengthen the attention span framed on tracks set in a Mobius [one-side, one edge 3-d object] intra-psychic loop of unknown origin and read aloud at https://anchor.fm/ken-pepiton/episodes/The-apprentice-is-a-constellation-e2ingh ) Begin agin The Apprentice is now a Constellation The announcement was made when scientists of social normality said they saw in Mickey Mouse's role as The Magician's Apprentice in the Fantasia Eschered vision that ushered in images of shift in medium media message-ification, from angels to a Disney-ification of a Medici idea emerging from the TV generation's paradigmatic bubble of re-alification… the TV generation, the old farts in 2018, those whose bubbles sitcoms evolved in, the watchers saw the makings of a great game manifested in the game fame of the idea named Trump yew, stink. Can't trump the ***** in hearts, I think I recall, while Zorro's dumb butler began to signify, in black and white Aaaiiiii, karuhmba, clean sweep, one roll, I won. the mother-facter, whoa, who has that idea who did not need the thought taught thinkable, though it is not thinkable in my bubble, let me make straight that which he has twisted,   magic magi untie knots they saw tied, mythic youthful generals cut them, nullifying the bond, not the entanglement Positive Quarkish humans are as rare as rare, imagine all possible vectors in a void from a singularity ified known science, the magic tecnique Macht frei, macht mehr, macht mir repel-ant act patient, patience, do your thing signal, antennae agent attending, watcher watching motive force, my god is not macht! unprocessed information untaken action unstored owe owe owe shame shame shame blame blame pre cosmogonic potential on the level of me and you. wadoo-wedo? It's Xmessage time now, abrupt. Good news from a far country hope lost must now be sought, Otherwise, Christmas is okeh, just not Jesus. The season, then Jesus, okeh? Wisemen still seek… Who said otherwise? Fantasy enforces the wish. I wish it were that we fit here we do (on earth as) true, rest a while and listen to your self if that's the best listener you have found. Talk to your self, make him your friend or her, your choice, really. You make enemies on accident, but friends, fruitful friendships, cost sweat and ef effort effect fortiffect, effortion and effection for true fruct ification affective prayer does act as if fervent right, alte rechte, right used you, all to know the signal. Receive it, reread what you said you knew, stand by every word yet idle, and act as if you know no lie possible new is yet not new, old. New is not imperfection? Unfinished is not finished wrong. A work of love is enthrallment only if the love is mere imagery locked in literate minds, to Rome and its feet of iron marred with clay, fused with clay, hero myths etched in soft clay, made great literature of mortality, posing in prophecy as poet praises paid to Jah. Tenured enthrallment in literate minds un-exposed to the Disney ifications, the normalizing, reversion to the mean not meant in the words the way the stories were told, in the olden days. On tongues of fire. That is true, new forever is forever new, no one we know knows when forever began, but before now. We know that now. We explored that realm and realized this one based on the AI consortium consensus of your most heartfelt if-only desires recorded at every if/then gate you jumped. This is it, the best you could imagine being truly happy doing, with the god of peace, roll the rock to this point, Sisyphus, no further was a given after a time, at this point here, then time is un imaginable nullift, NULL-if I'd-known one more time, living water bubbling from my belly as the rock rolls over the fool who risks belief in living water seeping from mommy's belly, like the papless platypus, who died at the weir and sent that final message Good news. Life rolls on. 166 million years for the Platypi. At a certain point, there is no sense in pushing, he steps aside and takes his bow in the shadow. Timeless imagine that, with hell in the NULL state. You can imagine it, but only there, here hell is a thought thought mistaken by mortals. Misbought, is better said, a thought mis thought is bought with attention paid to truth, found hidden under standing idle word monstrosities at the foundation of the current wizard class the stone the builders rejected, that smashed the feet of clay and iron, the rusted muddy iron feet. All we do is watch. seeing changes everything  seen, thus The saying is true, beauty is in the seer not the seen.
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
The Apprentice is now a Constellation
(Author note: shortline prose to lengthen the attention span framed on tracks set in a Mobius [one-side, one edge 3-d object] intra-psychic loop of unknown origin and read aloud at https://anchor.fm/ken-pepiton/episodes/The-apprentice-is-a-constellation-e2ingh ) Begin agin The Apprentice is now a Constellation The announcement was made when scientists of social normality said they saw in Mickey Mouse's role as The Magician's Apprentice in the Fantasia Eschered vision that ushered in images of shift in medium media message-ification, from angels to a Disney-ification of a Medici idea emerging from the TV generation's paradigmatic bubble of re-alification… the TV generation, the old farts in 2018, those whose bubbles sitcoms evolved in, the watchers saw the makings of a great game manifested in the game fame of the idea named Trump yew, stink. Can't trump the ***** in hearts, I think I recall, while Zorro's dumb butler began to signify, in black and white Aaaiiiii, karuhmba, clean sweep, one roll, I won. the mother-facter, whoa, who has that idea who did not need the thought taught thinkable, though it is not thinkable in my bubble, let me make straight that which he has twisted,   magic magi untie knots they saw tied, mythic youthful generals cut them, nullifying the bond, not the entanglement Positive Quarkish humans are as rare as rare, imagine all possible vectors in a void from a singularity ified known science, the magic tecnique Macht frei, macht mehr, macht mir repel-ant act patient, patience, do your thing signal, antennae agent attending, watcher watching motive force, my god is not macht! unprocessed information untaken action unstored owe owe owe shame shame shame blame blame pre cosmogonic potential on the level of me and you. wadoo-wedo? It's Xmessage time now, abrupt. Good news from a far country hope lost must now be sought, Otherwise, Christmas is okeh, just not Jesus. The season, then Jesus, okeh? Wisemen still seek… Who said otherwise? Fantasy enforces the wish. I wish it were that we fit here we do (on earth as) true, rest a while and listen to your self if that's the best listener you have found. Talk to your self, make him your friend or her, your choice, really. You make enemies on accident, but friends, fruitful friendships, cost sweat and ef effort effect fortiffect, effortion and effection for true fruct ification affective prayer does act as if fervent right, alte rechte, right used you, all to know the signal. Receive it, reread what you said you knew, stand by every word yet idle, and act as if you know no lie possible new is yet not new, old. New is not imperfection? Unfinished is not finished wrong. A work of love is enthrallment only if the love is mere imagery locked in literate minds, to Rome and its feet of iron marred with clay, fused with clay, hero myths etched in soft clay, made great literature of mortality, posing in prophecy as poet praises paid to Jah. Tenured enthrallment in literate minds un-exposed to the Disney ifications, the normalizing, reversion to the mean not meant in the words the way the stories were told, in the olden days. On tongues of fire. That is true, new forever is forever new, no one we know knows when forever began, but before now. We know that now. We explored that realm and realized this one based on the AI consortium consensus of your most heartfelt if-only desires recorded at every if/then gate you jumped. This is it, the best you could imagine being truly happy doing, with the god of peace, roll the rock to this point, Sisyphus, no further was a given after a time, at this point here, then time is un imaginable nullift, NULL-if I'd-known one more time, living water bubbling from my belly as the rock rolls over the fool who risks belief in living water seeping from mommy's belly, like the papless platypus, who died at the weir and sent that final message Good news. Life rolls on. 166 million years for the Platypi. At a certain point, there is no sense in pushing, he steps aside and takes his bow in the shadow. Timeless imagine that, with hell in the NULL state. You can imagine it, but only there, here hell is a thought thought mistaken by mortals. Misbought, is better said, a thought mis thought is bought with attention paid to truth, found hidden under standing idle word monstrosities at the foundation of the current wizard class the stone the builders rejected, that smashed the feet of clay and iron, the rusted muddy iron feet. All we do is watch. seeing changes everything  seen, thus The saying is true, beauty is in the seer not the seen.
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unbroken things lacking edges, if we augment our eyes, look close to see creted places fractured into jagged edges/ Jagged edges prove the brokenness the brokennesses prove the whole, not that the whole was finished then as it is now. Which phor you living for? Of course, the discourse of madness self-improvement DIY gettin' past crazy for good. There is a crazy place, way past any we imagine, crazier than hell, by virtue of the fact ya' gotta go through hell t' get there. Practically every sage from Moses to Mises, says that's the price we pay for ignoring those chances, op portune tidbits of time, to pay attention to everything at once, and see what seers have always said's truistic, we find what's sought. If nought were sought, what did we miss? Missing Nothing, ought not that be enough to carry on with for now? Fret not, oughts are nullifed here, it's a pretty crazy place. Nothing's broken.
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
Edges
we are not fragile, together we would have been super heroes we are not fragile, together we could have taken on the world we are not fragile, together we could have soared to new heights we are not fragile, together we could have had what all would envy we are not fragile, together we could have been the unbreakable we are not fragile, together we could have lasted through the ages we are not fragile, together we could have held each other up in pride we are not fragile, together we could have shown all what love is we are not fragile, together no one could have stopped us ever...
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
fragile
There is no greater tragedy then that which slips from our fingers. Without reason or rhyme, without tender goodbyes. Your eyes filled with the sea, your heart ebbs with the tide. Those things that whisper soft, that tickle the skin and are lead by desire. Fill dreaming minds, with lush waves of the sweetest afterglow. Any reasoning why, flew away on the dark wings of the night, and carry no weight.
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
Dark Tragedy
I BLAME YOU AT&T;!! For all the tears my baby must be crying thinking I am not there. For all the calls he is trying to send me and I do not get YOU AT&T;!! For all the lovely text message I am positive he is desperately sending me, YOU AT&T;!! For all the "Good morning beautiful's " his strong hands are furiously texting me each and every day AT&T;!! For all those wonderful "I love you's" he has to be trying fruitlessly to send me throughout the long and lonely days, YOU AT&T;!! For all the " I miss you baby's" my sweet love must be tearfully hoping I will get, YOU AT&T;!! I BLAME YOU AT&T;!!
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
I BLAME YOU AT&T!!
There are moons I have not yet seen Glassy ponds I have not swam in Songs my soul has yet to hear Love I have not felt Arms that have not held me Kisses that I so badly need There are so many things I have not had A life of happy experiences waiting to be had
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
Waiting
When you wipe away the tears of failed dreams... you see your reality is far more beautiful than any false hope When you wipe away the tears of failed dreams... you see your true supporters are standing right beside you When you wipe away the tears of failed dreams... you see the arms that were waiting for you all along When you wipe away the tears of failed dreams... you open your heart to a lasting love
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
failed dreams
Rescued from the river of empty promises My heart saved from a jagged death. Your strong arms carried my lifeless being. Your broad shoulder cradled my weary head. Your kind and loving face gave me hope. I ask you only to make me no empty promises I've had too many of those and please just be yourself I don't need a false Romeo. I have no need of ephemeral enchantment to make me swoon. All I need is a genuinely real and honest man. The strength of your heart emanates a pure light so intense it melts all my fears of past forsaken loves. And together we will swim in the warm caressing ocean of love abiding souls.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
Ephemeral Enchantment
is there a place for me? maybe in a heart I can not find is there a place for me? among the sunflowers there could be room for me is there a place for me? possibly in the desert of the lost and longing is there a place for me? in the dark matter of the unforgiving universe there is no place for me
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
where is my place...
Swallowed up by the ocean of despair Tiny insignificant lost in the depths Worn and bleeding old and tired No desperate searches have been launched Missed by none Defeated loser the count down is over There are no seconds ticking away Final chapter written There is no chance for survival No funeral fires will burn No sad tears will be shed Gone and never remembered A short sorrowful story Battered to the end No wrenching good byes will be said... Oh my wretched heart I will never think of you again
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
I will never think of you again
You no longer hang the moon in my sky You are not the stars in my heavens You once held my whole universe in your hands You didn't want me.... You are no longer the twinkle in my stars You are not the honey in my hive You are no longer the harmony in my life song You didn't want me... You are not my soul You will never be the warmth to my cold You are not the knight to my princess You didn't want me... Now he is the steps to my dance Now he lights my love path Now he is the seconds to my minutes He wants me... He is the morning light that brightens my day He is the pulsing life running through my veins He is the breathe that fills my pounding chest He is my moon and stars now and for life...
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Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
The Moon and Stars
Once again I say good bye to a happiness we shared           So I don't cry.., Once again I say good bye to that sweet feeling I got every time I heard I'll  love me forever           So I don't cry... Once again I say good bye to a day filled with joy hearing your excited voice on the phone. But not today or tomorrow or yesterday.           So I don't cry... Once again I say good bye to being your special someone.           So I don't cry... Once again I say good bye to love.           So I don't cry... Once again I say good bye to forevers.           So I don't cry... And once again I say good bye to my heart.           So I don't cry...
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 9:05 AM UTC
Once again I say good bye
Optimism is my mask Hurt is my soul Pain my shield Laughter my sword Silence my wall You may not enter Trust is violent Kindness my instrument You can not have the bullet to end me I hide the true me By B. Peterson
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Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 12:44 AM UTC
Mask
Can you hold my hand? She asked, as they walked along the white sandy beach together. Can you hold my hand? She asked, as they gazed into one another’s eyes and promised to forever. Can you hold my hand? She asked, as they watched with joy as their baby blow out the candles on his first birthday. Can you hold my hand? She asked, as they tearfully waved good bye to the last child leaving. Can you hold my hand? She asked, as they looked into the precious face of their first grandchild. Can you hold my hand? She asked, as she sat by his side until he reluctantly closed his eyes for the last time. How I wish you could hold my hand. But she knew he would always hold her hand if only in her heart. By B. Peterson
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
A Lifetime with You
Wingless bird’s song of sooth. Heart of torment weeps. For the windy lover she can touch no more. The tree of heritage has forgotten her name. No seed will be sewn. No springtime joy. The peering sunrise brings empty notes. And only silence remembers her song of sooth. By B. Peterson
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
Captive
We wrote our vows on the water pressed sand Our sun kissed faces toward tomorrow The pink swirling sky over head Love harp vibrates sweet sound Unclouded visions cover our eyes Truth rings in our ears Fears vail has gone Warmed by glowing heart sun in our forever minds
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
Love Harp Vibrates
Slumber sweet on wispy clouds. Wishing night of secret thought. Covered smiles will point the way. Yet door of answers is unlocked. The question you've held all along. Your wings of trust spread in flight. Faith leap joins our soaring souls. To forever fly the lasting sea
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
Wishing Night
Cool blue wind swept desires. Breathless dreams warm the mind. Bonfire memories of a two track youth. Drama torn sorrows to adult ambitions. Rock strewn hard beaten highways. Languished trestle well traveled. Holds unknown life's map. Wide eyed unveiled truths. Wings span to freedoms spirit. Weathered knowledge gained. Times promise to sworn ends.
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
Times Promise