#presume
Presume the best
And best meaning first
It's far better than the opposite
Far more trusting than the worst
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 9:39 PM UTC
i suppose
that supposing
is assuming
to presume
an estimation.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC
in my paradigm, a word to define
from now on such words,
we presume
you can lookitup. Yacoulda in 2019.
if you don't assume you
knew what that word meant when
phirst poured into me,
the idea in the word,
actedly as you act
ually allow true,
in the dom whence thy will is done, yknow?
presumptible words hold whole preconceptual
assumption of the neccessary fiction
Migration outa hell, the myth
ic map.
That'll only getcha yea far.
Once a good idea has a man,
History sets the rules for maintaining our living culture,
(lest we forget, some animals is more equal)
but once manifested, the awaited ones,
groaned for in labour like,
the twentieth century
here we come
the good idea posse, plague on
userers and slavers and oppressors, and professors
confessing greed is the engine of
onward, as we were, we shall become
they say to the we we ain't.
We are robbers
of noble wisdom occluded behind tonsored and tenured
guild rules for heresy pre
vention.
Imps, good imps, impulses to do, right, sativa in
fluency,
we take hold in mortal minds and lift the blinds on
things hidden from the foundations of the world,
now, all ye need is
-- a login and password, All the public lies unbelieved
-- from word one to right just now,
-- we un done 'em. You gotta know how to phrase
---a quest request.
-----is that a problem, are you offended that keywords
-----and key phrases,
----can open doors on no map of meaning you drew,
---- as magi were said to do?
ah, a door in y' back wall, o'yerown persian guarded den,
a glance o'er y'shoulder,
duck, crawl, through the wall
we chipped away some old mortar around
stones who can testify our right
to interupt re
ality, as you will
---
AH, I live in a Archetrope, as a sorta hippy hermit former farmer,
relative of the
Outlaw-Lawman Archtype Classes, decended from Tubalcain,
through Na'amah, ancient mitochondrial
genes pre
valent in general hill folk
who tend to bake probiotic home-made
bread starter. I'm the idea. The idea that goes with
certain old recipes and those smells,
****** gluonic pro
tonic action,
but I am a recent roll-out, 5G.
We be given leave for
quarkish tricks with words,
if you can believe that.
Note to self: this is only funny if you presume to know
meaning's meaning as related by JBP. And then,
you laugh a liar laugh, as if, a little
levity leavened ye, f'crysoutloud, and yewerekewl,
you knew. Yeah, y'knew all them Jordan B. Peterson
polysyllabic synchronic
ex-plain words,
You did read the whole reading list, right?
How childish a question have you lied
to answer, because, aitia, you did not know?
New values. Junk yard values.
What good's this thang?
That's a crankshaft, the piston rod connects
down from the piston, down to
that. Crankshaft. That one's for a chivvysix.
SO, what good's it?
Not much. The car it was in won't work no more.
-----
on the border twixt known and un
the future scented in the past, orange blossum
special, borego super bloom
golden valley full o' poppies, in re
al life, already already, alright.
If you get the drift, blown in the wind back when poppies
conspired to sow seed in abundance beyond
the possibility of that now winter then
to sustain or even wake
2 in twenty,
back then when rain did not come until Febru
ary, and then, but a
pittance. Poppies and Bluebelles whispered into
pollen on the way west, sea,
see us from our wind,
next winter, we have sown our hearts out,
so send some clouds to start the spell,
the smell,
desert bloomin' pollen way, so easy to see,
intagiios of life laughing in color for such as
find now enough, enough
to see and let be true,
look up
and fly to learn to see as a silver raven could
with your eye,
your POV in sus
pected un belief.
Pop.
---
the current or pre existant state
next.
AH
HA this is not one of those mytheries mystery
fectory confections one may buy
hand-dipped
in many wee wide spots in the road,
where enough was enough
a good
while ago. A previous and probable future
stable horizon of delight
no walls. The idea twisted into paradice is
from when the hearts of men had never been
re
deemed worth the effort to fill them with
you know, good and evil, plus why and how not,
you know, you know how, but you know
how not to, too. And any fool can learn in
life's most dangerous univers
ity ified as lived, breathed in'n'out exper
ience.
Winning and being may not be mistook past here.
Find that which has been lost
since birth.
Find the old way, where good is. Walk it.
Find the message in the old words. Talk it.
Compliance or complexity. Not my job or ...
come to think...
Mentioning winning, maybe, yeah, ya'll'll gitit
My job, as a good gob of complexity eating juices,
fermented from trodden grapes o' wrath,
way back, when...
I was sung once, just
once...
in an orange orchard, I was the the ******
or dwarf who caught the idea
from the wanderer walking in the orchard to smell
the sweat and sing at the top of his lungs
Operetic otic baritone
Faith
is the evidence
Faith!
is the evidence evidence evidence dense dense,
(
william tell)
Jim Dee was Tonto and he, con sidereal authority wise,
considered us fools, who said in their hearts,
here is where all truth dwells. (they were children, then)
the dwarf in me caught the idea
and went
Chuck Berry duckwalk air guitar singing high tenor,
Woe to the soul, what don't believe,
Woe, Sisyphus, roll it up'n' let'erole
evolve, little ****** beasty idea virus, roll out,
role on. That's the trick.Just be good for goodness,
that feeling, y'know. You got it.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
Somewhere in a casket,
Random in my ransacked room,never opened.
I have your silhouettes stored,
Those which I presume a man would never behold.
I imagine your shoulders broad,
Splendid as a bridge across my glee,over which my eyes could be driven.
While I could be soaked in your chest,
For you be so taller.
Your skin being tight and thick,
Such as it already feels to be bugging in.
Your kurta being loose weighed down,
Revealing the sweated collar bones,and much of the rest.
Your complexion could melt upon me,
Wallowing under the sheets.
Your caustics could potentially outshine mine,
Up to the brink, your douchebaggery could shine.
You may sing anything, Ghazals or even hums,
Your baritone could lull me to sleep,with the heft and flatness of it,with some added tunes.
Our towns could be kilometers apart,or the residents even for light years,
Might be the same for our creeds.
Your breath could be a bower,
To the desert of mine.
Your eyes being shrunk crescent moon,
With the lashes too dense,but sight like an arrow piercing.
Your poetry could define,
And for being poet from you I wouldn't envy.
Your resilience could be better than mine,
And your adamant nature,suffice to repeat an act a million times,to achieve the desired.
Unlike me an ergophile,
You could draw a better parallel line.
You were allowed to smoke,
For it, I have an affinity untold.
Your profession be any,
Your passion be vehement,I promise then, to find you in graphite and mullar and heard in Mozart's.
Your hands masculine,with the veins bulged,
And circlets and totem wrapped,red and orange around.
Skies be your preferred roof
Under the rainy sky,the sharing of petrichor shall feel sanctified.
Your gales be a crescendo
Of delight.
Your age could be more to mine,
But things could be divine.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 1:02 PM UTC
Assume
assume
to always
presume
makes me
feel just
awful
- SkullsNBones
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
Before she said
I was afraid
Afraid although,I could tell
From the way
The way she behaved
like a dove
Like a dove,she was in love
With who?I didn't know
Before she said
It was me
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
Do not presume to tell me what is good for me
How I'm feeling
What I want
What I need
While I may not always know
I know you know less
When I say I can handle something
I can
When I say I want something
I do
Don't you dare try to control my life from afar with your words or lack there of
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC