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Take away selfishness, and most of the American Dream flattens into the cinema-real backdrop against which Boomers matured. Our grand parents were the last of the pioneers, or first of the labor class immigrants to be specialized for urban labor roles, selling ordinary sweat of the brow for wages of sin born iniquity jobs. When all people on the planet think little of groupthink effects, one devises effectual, fervent effort to make wares worth a nickle, or a dime, or a penny's worth, back when pennies did buy baked wares… bread of life's basic daily grind, fundamental bottom mind, superfluous to say bottom most, basest ideal standard ration measured common rationality built line upon line, letter by letter, plain let the message be itself the messenger kind of sapience marking our species as soil comprised complexities, which wax old in no time at all, at the end, the far end, hoary head and toddering gait, sitting, face to the sun on a April morning, in a trough between tumbled granite waves, decomposing. In this position, suppose-edly my Truth's only ever once told upon a time, out past here and now… I sit, thinking, reifying realized right thinking, balanced, recollecting all yester-was incidents we all pass as one's own life time wise necessary organic carbon scaffolding - and memories. A smile, a suggestion in a word, a subtle shift on a face, you see, you knew what I mean. A wink, not what you think. Come let us make a day, imagine, today, only the good we do gets done, within the reach of any doing penance. So, the word of the master, whence cometh all the wisdom ever we use, cometh to all, save those brought up in the school of the prophets Saul danced with -- the difficult concept, knowledge da'leth, dabar רִיב Hebrew reeb, a controversy, point of contention, an argue-premise point… Proud child memorizer, reared to be the reader aloud, raised to be the reteller reselling past prophecies, pointed promises perceptible now, as later, still, the end must come, the truth itself shall be seen as shown, to be observed, reverent, wary, watching all the mobs of mankind been scattered to and fro, from island to island, since ever was a story we be in. Today, 2025 by the church told time, since the message from the spirit of truth, per se. Wait, after activation, spirit of curiousity, feel whatifery, reification risen conception, breath whispering, really listening, here's the time, as it ever was, here's the day, as it ever is, make do.
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Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC
Habitude, ever learning living longing
Take away selfishness, and most of the American Dream flattens into the cinema-real backdrop against which Boomers matured. Our grand parents were the last of the pioneers, or first of the labor class immigrants to be specialized for urban labor roles, selling ordinary sweat of the brow for wages of sin born iniquity jobs. When all people on the planet think little of groupthink effects, one devises effectual, fervent effort to make wares worth a nickle, or a dime, or a penny's worth, back when pennies did buy baked wares… bread of life's basic daily grind, fundamental bottom mind, superfluous to say bottom most, basest ideal standard ration measured common rationality built line upon line, letter by letter, plain let the message be itself the messenger kind of sapience marking our species as soil comprised complexities, which wax old in no time at all, at the end, the far end, hoary head and toddering gait, sitting, face to the sun on a April morning, in a trough between tumbled granite waves, decomposing. In this position, suppose-edly my Truth's only ever once told upon a time, out past here and now… I sit, thinking, reifying realized right thinking, balanced, recollecting all yester-was incidents we all pass as one's own life time wise necessary organic carbon scaffolding - and memories. A smile, a suggestion in a word, a subtle shift on a face, you see, you knew what I mean. A wink, not what you think. Come let us make a day, imagine, today, only the good we do gets done, within the reach of any doing penance. So, the word of the master, whence cometh all the wisdom ever we use, cometh to all, save those brought up in the school of the prophets Saul danced with -- the difficult concept, knowledge da'leth, dabar רִיב Hebrew reeb, a controversy, point of contention, an argue-premise point… Proud child memorizer, reared to be the reader aloud, raised to be the reteller reselling past prophecies, pointed promises perceptible now, as later, still, the end must come, the truth itself shall be seen as shown, to be observed, reverent, wary, watching all the mobs of mankind been scattered to and fro, from island to island, since ever was a story we be in. Today, 2025 by the church told time, since the message from the spirit of truth, per se. Wait, after activation, spirit of curiousity, feel whatifery, reification risen conception, breath whispering, really listening, here's the time, as it ever was, here's the day, as it ever is, make do.
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Rays of Sun baptismal,/ Glisten upon my / Sol- Dazed epidermis / As I / Waft in throes / Of Beauteous romance & / Wax hypnotized by / The sweet nothings of my/ Desiderata Materialista Transcendentalista. / Resting in the algid embrace of / The Hiemal Winds / Atop my / Voluptuary Ivory Tower, / In this cup I, I savor the flavor, / Of ambrosia stimulanté: / —Rousing me with each sip, / Of sweet deific nectar, / Starbucks Pike Place with White Chocolate Mocha Creamer. / The former barista in me, / Waxes & wanes in waves; moreover / The past is derelict, / The future is nigh, / The present is luminous / As I / Wonder Upon / The seasons, the distance, the space, and the time,/ That separates me from mi amour, ~ a moment in time. / (—Se’ lah)
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Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 10:23 PM UTC
| A Moment In Time (Originally penned on Thursday, February 20th, 2025 )|
Reminding myself that I am not alone in thinking there is a collective conscience library that has been made accessible, but to readers, only, and within that set, to readers who read for life, to live, letterly, let be, let see, let say, what if, or wonder if, let us see, let us say, today where you were when I was in process as an explanation of an adversarial approach, a strategy, accessing a push that has come to shove me into your comfort zone, to force a will, a will submitted to that thing you profess to know is too true to think two ways, trick is, digesting suggested gulps taken, earlier in our mindstreaming, thinking sure, the good, the good in being alive, good for nothing at any rate, making no thing, seem likely how as spirit feels, loosed, to seem likely why we think we breathe, half time in, half time out, day by day, we live and breathe, and assume the position we were led to believe, ours to hold as true, for the rest of ever after, our purpose on earth, laughs in our heart, and wipes a grin across our face, and once more -wordflow slows, so back up, can occur, yes, imagine the loss, back up, clogs old reasons arterial distinctions excused as essential legacy worth sets where your treasure lay unseen… earnest as any disguised gay Nineties entertainer on the society pages, lo, long after Turing was made example of… - rude gay abandonment, so sad, liar dies to convince some school board, we all make up minds, we all may let such be, scriptural, let it be written, thus it becomes, for those who know it, this is it, do as we say, or die, as seen when tyrants are dramatized, on TV for all to watch, minimum reading cost, to bring the masses together in one mindframe, withing our gestalt Earth earth mindshare, through wishable otherwise moments we make bend with a laughing what, twist, and spin, and twist and spin, thinking ifery was were ours, see, we agree and think a free minute, and let it fly, to become another just in time right move, made with no prejudicial estimation of the attention cost needed to use a free minute.
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Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 1:04 PM UTC
A Free Minute
Reminding myself that I am not alone in thinking there is a collective conscience library that has been made accessible, but to readers, only, and within that set, to readers who read for life, to live, letterly, let be, let see, let say, what if, or wonder if, let us see, let us say, today where you were when I was in process as an explanation of an adversarial approach, a strategy, accessing a push that has come to shove me into your comfort zone, to force a will, a will submitted to that thing you profess to know is too true to think two ways, trick is, digesting suggested gulps taken, earlier in our mindstreaming, thinking sure, the good, the good in being alive, good for nothing at any rate, making no thing, seem likely how as spirit feels, loosed, to seem likely why we think we breathe, half time in, half time out, day by day, we live and breathe, and assume the position we were led to believe, ours to hold as true, for the rest of ever after, our purpose on earth, laughs in our heart, and wipes a grin across our face, and once more -wordflow slows, so back up, can occur, yes, imagine the loss, back up, clogs old reasons arterial distinctions excused as essential legacy worth sets where your treasure lay unseen… earnest as any disguised gay Nineties entertainer on the society pages, lo, long after Turing was made example of… - rude gay abandonment, so sad, liar dies to convince some school board, we all make up minds, we all may let such be, scriptural, let it be written, thus it becomes, for those who know it, this is it, do as we say, or die, as seen when tyrants are dramatized, on TV for all to watch, minimum reading cost, to bring the masses together in one mindframe, withing our gestalt Earth earth mindshare, through wishable otherwise moments we make bend with a laughing what, twist, and spin, and twist and spin, thinking ifery was were ours, see, we agree and think a free minute, and let it fly, to become another just in time right move, made with no prejudicial estimation of the attention cost needed to use a free minute.
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There were these moments when you’d remember something I’d forgotten Or blotted from my memory Often highly embarrassing episodes where I’d exposed my clear ineptitude And you’d lead me back through them, laughing, Walking in the gardens of my shame and naming all my Clear inadequacies until you creased with tears in your eyes And you’d think I’d hide But it was love and I miss you You’d quite often leave a small amount of liquid In every glass you drank from So that every time I picked it up in a hurry I’d hurl it Onto my trousers, or sofa Or the pile of letters you’d refused to open and I’d curse and rankle Wishing you would just tip things down the drain And you’d think I would go insane But it was love and I miss you And when you pulled the duvet round yourself to make the perfect Bed based sausage roll and I shivered through The night because despite the fact I’m twice your size You had a vicelike grip that would never Once Slip I’m ill-equipped to deal with the real of you being gone I pace the places that you were and get lost a lot But not lost like we used to when you’d tell me it was just around the corner And I’d point to the fact that the century had provided me With an infinite map in my pocket And you told me **** it, let’s just go this way and see what we see.” And we’d end up in some seedy part of town with some ****** staring me down and you’d hide behind me laughing And we’d have to run for it, me with these knees And you think that I’d go mad at you And tell you that you wind me up And tell you that I’ve had enough and you can figure you own **** out from now on And now you’re gone And it was love and I miss you
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Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 8:35 AM UTC
It was love
There were these moments when you’d remember something I’d forgotten Or blotted from my memory Often highly embarrassing episodes where I’d exposed my clear ineptitude And you’d lead me back through them, laughing, Walking in the gardens of my shame and naming all my Clear inadequacies until you creased with tears in your eyes And you’d think I’d hide But it was love and I miss you You’d quite often leave a small amount of liquid In every glass you drank from So that every time I picked it up in a hurry I’d hurl it Onto my trousers, or sofa Or the pile of letters you’d refused to open and I’d curse and rankle Wishing you would just tip things down the drain And you’d think I would go insane But it was love and I miss you And when you pulled the duvet round yourself to make the perfect Bed based sausage roll and I shivered through The night because despite the fact I’m twice your size You had a vicelike grip that would never Once Slip I’m ill-equipped to deal with the real of you being gone I pace the places that you were and get lost a lot But not lost like we used to when you’d tell me it was just around the corner And I’d point to the fact that the century had provided me With an infinite map in my pocket And you told me **** it, let’s just go this way and see what we see.” And we’d end up in some seedy part of town with some ****** staring me down and you’d hide behind me laughing And we’d have to run for it, me with these knees And you think that I’d go mad at you And tell you that you wind me up And tell you that I’ve had enough and you can figure you own **** out from now on And now you’re gone And it was love and I miss you
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
Somnolence Stymies Sui Generis Synchronization
They always leave, A re-occurring curse, Cry on my own sleeve Oh yes, Trust me, It hurts, But, What could I do When the one who always leaves is you, What could say? If you're not even hear? You've gone away.
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Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC
They Always Leave
the days go by in pleasant routine only occasional disturbances      with grandkids  unexpected visitors      the mailman ringing at the door           because the letter would not fit the box      the neighbor asking for a favor gladly granted      someone who wants to sell some things the days go by       preparing meals  go shopping       splitting the firewood       running the wash       checking the email       go swimming and do AquaFit       occasionally have a lunch with friends the days go by and I occasionally wonder about the undesired goal of passing all that time as days go by
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Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
the days go by
It's not any great tragedy but the mundane, the quotidian, which taxes me: haircuts, shaving, the mowing of lawns; leaf-raking, tooth-brushing, driving to work; taking out the garbage, matching socks; flossing, timesheets, getting gas for the car.... I long to be forced to flee at night, all wits and energy required just to survive.
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Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
What Taxes Me
when we consider in one of the rare quiet moments of our hurried hectic times what keeps us busy throughout all our days we may discover that there is not much beyond quotidian chores that occupies our schedule the job, career, the family, the children mow the lawn, chat with the neighbors, go to worship, bowling, Sunday school etc., etc. small time we give to figuring out the meaning of it all what is it that we want when we have reached the peak of our career when our kids have left the house live elsewhere without need for our care what is it that is left to strive for and achieve pragmatically speaking it may be useful to become alert and contemplate such matters alongside our busy years at least some time before we find ourselves close to the edge that points us into different spheres
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
when we consider