#peterson
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.
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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.
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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.
Aug 12, 2022
Aug 12, 2022 at 12:48 PM UTC
(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.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
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.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
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...
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
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.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
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;!!
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
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
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
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
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
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.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
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
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
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
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
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...
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
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...
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 9:05 AM UTC
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
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 12:44 AM UTC
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
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
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
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
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
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
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
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
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.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC