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The River ("Every artist was first an amateur…") rank, rank, rank ~ a word of multivariate meanings, too many with hints of degrading nefariousness, know this then: the river we write upon, invites from all shores, enter! where and when you will, let the current carry, or with intent serious, furious paddle along side the rest of us permanent beginners, because each time we start to compose, all that we we have composed before, is just loam, soil from to sprout anew, no prior ordering survives, we begin as fumbling rank beginners, amateurs, starting first and then over and over again for each start is not a statistically significant event, difference, indeed, it is clarity of challenge, search, and the joy to destroy, in order to be of finding, it is same for one and for all, we all are ranked, the same, first time amateurs… so I bid you: run, get wet, welcome disasters, crumple too many first drafts, BUT be ready when the ah ha period! a gasp confirms: competed, satisfaction guaranteed… it doesn’t query qualifications for quality is yours to discern, yours to differentiate, yours to  own, to give away freely in abundance, nor does quality be an enquirer, doesn’t ask what are your bona fides your good sides,   just to bring and borrow, impart and deport, take us by surprise, comfort and comport, leaving behind outside a crumb trail to make us follow you to the coveted inside of that mystery inner tube within that brain of yours that roundly supports all of us ever lusting for just one…more 12:32 PM Sabbath May 25 2024 S.I.
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May 25, 2024
May 25, 2024 at 12:58 PM UTC
The River ("Every artist was first an amateur...")
The River ("Every artist was first an amateur…") rank, rank, rank ~ a word of multivariate meanings, too many with hints of degrading nefariousness, know this then: the river we write upon, invites from all shores, enter! where and when you will, let the current carry, or with intent serious, furious paddle along side the rest of us permanent beginners, because each time we start to compose, all that we we have composed before, is just loam, soil from to sprout anew, no prior ordering survives, we begin as fumbling rank beginners, amateurs, starting first and then over and over again for each start is not a statistically significant event, difference, indeed, it is clarity of challenge, search, and the joy to destroy, in order to be of finding, it is same for one and for all, we all are ranked, the same, first time amateurs… so I bid you: run, get wet, welcome disasters, crumple too many first drafts, BUT be ready when the ah ha period! a gasp confirms: competed, satisfaction guaranteed… it doesn’t query qualifications for quality is yours to discern, yours to differentiate, yours to  own, to give away freely in abundance, nor does quality be an enquirer, doesn’t ask what are your bona fides your good sides,   just to bring and borrow, impart and deport, take us by surprise, comfort and comport, leaving behind outside a crumb trail to make us follow you to the coveted inside of that mystery inner tube within that brain of yours that roundly supports all of us ever lusting for just one…more 12:32 PM Sabbath May 25 2024 S.I.
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By the by, we sit to watch a week end, on television, or your time's equivalent seefar-aparat. Ignoring moon phaze, we count sevens, under the generic mandate of God's Truth. Submitted, bowing low on Friday, next day Chosen, allowed through some revealed loop hole, Called, day three, permitted by grace alone, undeserved or earned, to wrestle with the liar calling war your duty to truth. Long weekends for all, let us contend, we are biding time, occupying our spaces, our bubbles of being, our guiding principles leading us with peaceable nudging, this way… Each cluster of monotheists insists the truth, is for their own protection, a tested faith believed, certain to eliminate each individual fake follower, while allowing holiest of priestly classes work not a whit. Call us the common sort. We less holy plain folk. Each one, each bubble of speaking flesh, given one guide, with constant comforting, this way, in contact face to face with the great weaver of wind and seas. Alerted become, some sense seems to say, lend an ear, hear the conception let loose, precept upon precept, here some, there some, line upon line, thought on thought, each a prayer, an asking, an appraisal of the price prepaid called worth it. On second glance. Having many miles back submitted, bowed low to a teacher who taught that tears are grace, a heart softening remainder from infancy, when we are hard selfish takers, helplessly weeping when confusion topples all balance and we fall into serious wailing, as snotty salty tears wrap us in a core cushioning patience on which pity for innocense rests, self-pity, poor me, weeping prostrate waiting for patience to function before I die. And should we weep for some fool today, seeing his zeal manifest to earn God's grace, by any name, in any mind let be aware that madness defies wisdom. Should we not weep for the liars who taught the child that the wisdom which made us, rewards us for killing other thinkers of the same crazy idea, differing by no means significant to infants? Ever, after time, or before, I've not a clue, yet, now, I do assume we all may, and often do, think wrong, falling so safe within the lie fed us, to make us willing to support the imprisoning of hungry us, by forced mind molds earning the interest on world debt for constant war readiness. Our beloved lease on life is not sublet. Any infant who survives the womb is entitled. Each breather rebreathes, giving back received life. Now, as an interstellar life raft, earth laughs, when the lies about who owns the planet ignor the approaching reaction to imbalance. Free lunches for Gaza, and grassy football fields. Stop hate, abhor the law that calls hate truth's will. Watch truth lift the crippled conscience we share. Make lying anathema, and fearful hateful exclusion laws auto morph into correctible knowledge, each real empath sympathy blossoming soothing all pain in scars nullift, so as we can never bring a helpless child to tears for wars' reasons. When war comes to excuse its expense, I must laugh with life, call war to bring cause, prove worth, sit with first Is-ai-ah, come, let us reason, together. War rises on pride's haunches and calls me the fool, I call pride's worshippers to count the cost. If  you made mankind, wombed and un, for good reason, with a will to power, a will to self control and rights, by Nature, and Nature's spir'tually discernible goodness and power, would you use life of satisfaction, or desparate poverty to teach the art of agape, charity and such? - freedom of speech - say true, no lie. - But why, can we not freely destroy, - can we not freely force children to serve? Better living by global ignorance reduction. If the truth made minds like ours, if the truth its anthropomorphized self, made us pathetically spiritual enough to weep… at the fruited fields cratered by artillery to starve the enemy, back when the strategy, left the scars on generation after generation of poor, outside the class of chosen, by law, which orders outsiders to submit, knowing one's place, hewers of wood, drawers of water, pickers of fruits, plowers of fields, diggers of ditches, washer of dishes and floors, builders of shelters, dismantler of obsolete weapons. Owners and renters, live in peace. Under holy order. Oh, no? Call the message itself a lie, say the truth does hate those who know otherwise. Who holds the pledge for your share in this war debt? When some side wins, whom shall we owe?
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Oct 27, 2023
Oct 27, 2023 at 1:32 PM UTC
Three said to be Holy days in a row.
By the by, we sit to watch a week end, on television, or your time's equivalent seefar-aparat. Ignoring moon phaze, we count sevens, under the generic mandate of God's Truth. Submitted, bowing low on Friday, next day Chosen, allowed through some revealed loop hole, Called, day three, permitted by grace alone, undeserved or earned, to wrestle with the liar calling war your duty to truth. Long weekends for all, let us contend, we are biding time, occupying our spaces, our bubbles of being, our guiding principles leading us with peaceable nudging, this way… Each cluster of monotheists insists the truth, is for their own protection, a tested faith believed, certain to eliminate each individual fake follower, while allowing holiest of priestly classes work not a whit. Call us the common sort. We less holy plain folk. Each one, each bubble of speaking flesh, given one guide, with constant comforting, this way, in contact face to face with the great weaver of wind and seas. Alerted become, some sense seems to say, lend an ear, hear the conception let loose, precept upon precept, here some, there some, line upon line, thought on thought, each a prayer, an asking, an appraisal of the price prepaid called worth it. On second glance. Having many miles back submitted, bowed low to a teacher who taught that tears are grace, a heart softening remainder from infancy, when we are hard selfish takers, helplessly weeping when confusion topples all balance and we fall into serious wailing, as snotty salty tears wrap us in a core cushioning patience on which pity for innocense rests, self-pity, poor me, weeping prostrate waiting for patience to function before I die. And should we weep for some fool today, seeing his zeal manifest to earn God's grace, by any name, in any mind let be aware that madness defies wisdom. Should we not weep for the liars who taught the child that the wisdom which made us, rewards us for killing other thinkers of the same crazy idea, differing by no means significant to infants? Ever, after time, or before, I've not a clue, yet, now, I do assume we all may, and often do, think wrong, falling so safe within the lie fed us, to make us willing to support the imprisoning of hungry us, by forced mind molds earning the interest on world debt for constant war readiness. Our beloved lease on life is not sublet. Any infant who survives the womb is entitled. Each breather rebreathes, giving back received life. Now, as an interstellar life raft, earth laughs, when the lies about who owns the planet ignor the approaching reaction to imbalance. Free lunches for Gaza, and grassy football fields. Stop hate, abhor the law that calls hate truth's will. Watch truth lift the crippled conscience we share. Make lying anathema, and fearful hateful exclusion laws auto morph into correctible knowledge, each real empath sympathy blossoming soothing all pain in scars nullift, so as we can never bring a helpless child to tears for wars' reasons. When war comes to excuse its expense, I must laugh with life, call war to bring cause, prove worth, sit with first Is-ai-ah, come, let us reason, together. War rises on pride's haunches and calls me the fool, I call pride's worshippers to count the cost. If  you made mankind, wombed and un, for good reason, with a will to power, a will to self control and rights, by Nature, and Nature's spir'tually discernible goodness and power, would you use life of satisfaction, or desparate poverty to teach the art of agape, charity and such? - freedom of speech - say true, no lie. - But why, can we not freely destroy, - can we not freely force children to serve? Better living by global ignorance reduction. If the truth made minds like ours, if the truth its anthropomorphized self, made us pathetically spiritual enough to weep… at the fruited fields cratered by artillery to starve the enemy, back when the strategy, left the scars on generation after generation of poor, outside the class of chosen, by law, which orders outsiders to submit, knowing one's place, hewers of wood, drawers of water, pickers of fruits, plowers of fields, diggers of ditches, washer of dishes and floors, builders of shelters, dismantler of obsolete weapons. Owners and renters, live in peace. Under holy order. Oh, no? Call the message itself a lie, say the truth does hate those who know otherwise. Who holds the pledge for your share in this war debt? When some side wins, whom shall we owe?
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Hast thou found honey? Eat so much as is good for thee, thinking moderation then, success. Ah, the analyst's probe, is it satisfying? Child mind alerts, perks up its ear, single minds have single ears, child mind focus state, un monitored you, recall, child minding your own business walking in the road. Accepting having RSVP'd, we'ld wonder at first, did we actually ask for this, or is this all made up? Child mind cocked sure, I know. We are all an alien probe learning the questions. Each letter holds an American English phonic response… and we… the elite sharers of knowns gleaned from scripture. --selah, also means let it rest The precedent for a post temple social order arose, and the minds required for that task arose as well, but as you know, knowledge was closely held, sacred codes, cost of being called and chosen, male alone, bred to the bull. Bred to the king of beasts, wed to the dragon whose bones we have found in the gullet of beached Leviathans… tribe of Bill Levy, sudden psy-psi dead guy makes a suggestion, remember the yen to yank reality aright, and think it funny? Jes' yankin' y'chaim, only be having like a child's mind, pedo-meter counting steps away, flee the birthing trauma, do the dying well. Earnest Becker, take a chair, I think I felt you linger there, death divined most fine state, just wait, settling, you feel.
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Oct 19, 2023
Oct 19, 2023 at 1:09 PM UTC
Rank Analysis at the edge of autolysis
When they reached his house he entered in hurry She stood in front she was not happy As she remembered her husband ,she was married He wanted her to enter and she wasn't ready He said "why do not you come and you will be funny!" "You would have here a lot and will gain happy" This clothes will dismiss and we will without thing We will spend all day with love and I'll return you in hurry She remembered her husband ,she remembered her holy tie When the man said "do you accept him as your husband?" She said "yes" she strengthened  that bond She said no to the slave of blind She said yes faith of feeling of God As he saw her attractive as he saw her a woman As he was wolf and she was in a weaken Why did he wait ? He attacked in moment He cut off her cloths she screamed for save She said with her pains "fear of your God" He said my god is devil and I was ordered By him to destroy you and make you appeared As a  naughty  woman and get you a part From your husband and he continued He wanted to make her lie to made his bad She demanded his kind she demanded his help He forgot everything except her appearance He could make her lie he would be mad She screamed in high ,she screamed at loud The winds refused that mad, the winds refused the bad   They were carried the woman's screams to all sides Of that deaf world ,of that blind universe Her husband heard her ,her husband knew her voice He was shocked ,he went to his house He found no one he found the winds He remembered the only one, he remembered his God He kneeled to the earth ,help me God The winds blew up ,they carry him wide Till he reach there ,he saw the blind the man who carried hate ,act as a blind the bad was strong ,the devil gave his hand the man didn't stand ,he attack without wait the man stood and hurt him hard the woman was afraid that her man might be beat the husband was completely tired the husband was completely beat the winds blew ,the sun shined the trees moved in speed the woman stood and she called she called him strong ,she was not afraid he thought as she was beat , she would do his want he came with smile saying my darling opening his arms with happy speaking you will be my God and I am praying To you all days and nights, with I did as you want he stretched his lips to catch her kiss he closed his ears, he closed his eyes he came forward the winds said with anger "oh wrong comes with bad" "he must gain his worth" the woman hurt him ,hurt he fall to the earth the winds blew up and carried in a distance the husband looked at her eyes she demanded his forgiveness she said you are worth that as I worth he looked astonished and said in weakness why? She said "you didn't fold me" You didn't say you love me You didn't say you follow me You didn't ask "do you admire me?" He said "I went to work" To be reach to live in a rank As rich people in act She said **** rich **** all act" The heart like a plant Must be watered ,every be pet If it doesn't get he may be gone
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
Do you see a word ?"2"
When they reached his house he entered in hurry She stood in front she was not happy As she remembered her husband ,she was married He wanted her to enter and she wasn't ready He said "why do not you come and you will be funny!" "You would have here a lot and will gain happy" This clothes will dismiss and we will without thing We will spend all day with love and I'll return you in hurry She remembered her husband ,she remembered her holy tie When the man said "do you accept him as your husband?" She said "yes" she strengthened  that bond She said no to the slave of blind She said yes faith of feeling of God As he saw her attractive as he saw her a woman As he was wolf and she was in a weaken Why did he wait ? He attacked in moment He cut off her cloths she screamed for save She said with her pains "fear of your God" He said my god is devil and I was ordered By him to destroy you and make you appeared As a  naughty  woman and get you a part From your husband and he continued He wanted to make her lie to made his bad She demanded his kind she demanded his help He forgot everything except her appearance He could make her lie he would be mad She screamed in high ,she screamed at loud The winds refused that mad, the winds refused the bad   They were carried the woman's screams to all sides Of that deaf world ,of that blind universe Her husband heard her ,her husband knew her voice He was shocked ,he went to his house He found no one he found the winds He remembered the only one, he remembered his God He kneeled to the earth ,help me God The winds blew up ,they carry him wide Till he reach there ,he saw the blind the man who carried hate ,act as a blind the bad was strong ,the devil gave his hand the man didn't stand ,he attack without wait the man stood and hurt him hard the woman was afraid that her man might be beat the husband was completely tired the husband was completely beat the winds blew ,the sun shined the trees moved in speed the woman stood and she called she called him strong ,she was not afraid he thought as she was beat , she would do his want he came with smile saying my darling opening his arms with happy speaking you will be my God and I am praying To you all days and nights, with I did as you want he stretched his lips to catch her kiss he closed his ears, he closed his eyes he came forward the winds said with anger "oh wrong comes with bad" "he must gain his worth" the woman hurt him ,hurt he fall to the earth the winds blew up and carried in a distance the husband looked at her eyes she demanded his forgiveness she said you are worth that as I worth he looked astonished and said in weakness why? She said "you didn't fold me" You didn't say you love me You didn't say you follow me You didn't ask "do you admire me?" He said "I went to work" To be reach to live in a rank As rich people in act She said **** rich **** all act" The heart like a plant Must be watered ,every be pet If it doesn't get he may be gone
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I'm beautiful Exuding soul Protruding bold Diluting cold Until I fold Once beauty is sold Biting remarks Made by sharks Create sparks Where it was dark Displaying pain that is stark As part of my character ark They mug me Until I'm ugly Then suddenly They're done with me It must be some disease Of a numbing freeze From stunning thieves Taking what I believe They're not impressed When I'm undressed So I'm the stressed I must confess From this test Of who's best And who's less A blue guess That brews pests This hall of fame Dismal game Is to blame For the shame In our brain And our name Fanning flames Of social stains I'm a coyote battling With lonely howling Until phonies scowling Are all that powers me Through what had been Through what grew I see you Through the views That light my fuse It's you I choose Flatter my vanity To guard my sanity Conjuring the man in me More so than I planned to be But became apparently Through ****** gratification You give social validation You send a pal elation That causes salivation Until the callous nation Invades my phallus station Text me I'm **** To protect me From the injecting Inspecting Dissecting Directory Next to me That begs to see The beggars seethe Don't destroy my body image With your haughty grimace Applauding penance An ungodly menace You've become Like Tim Gunn A judgemental one That fabricates fun By blocking the sun Incoherent Interference In the clearance Of my appearance Not knowing nearness Outside your austere fence You flippantly Didn't see The death of me Or the mess I bleed When my chest can't breathe While you're blessed to breed With a superior steed The eye of the beholder Is behind their shoulder That keeps getting colder From insurgent soldiers Throwing boulders Becoming molders Of the boaters With no motors Who float through life And drown in misery From societal strife Of subjective mysteries To act on the behest of me Say that you've met me Say that you've let me Enter you gently To a centrifuge ending For relationships pending With perceptions tending To be needlessly upending By comparisons impending No matter what they're intending There's no way they can mend me When my social rank bends me To be something pretending
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
Social Rank
I'm beautiful Exuding soul Protruding bold Diluting cold Until I fold Once beauty is sold Biting remarks Made by sharks Create sparks Where it was dark Displaying pain that is stark As part of my character ark They mug me Until I'm ugly Then suddenly They're done with me It must be some disease Of a numbing freeze From stunning thieves Taking what I believe They're not impressed When I'm undressed So I'm the stressed I must confess From this test Of who's best And who's less A blue guess That brews pests This hall of fame Dismal game Is to blame For the shame In our brain And our name Fanning flames Of social stains I'm a coyote battling With lonely howling Until phonies scowling Are all that powers me Through what had been Through what grew I see you Through the views That light my fuse It's you I choose Flatter my vanity To guard my sanity Conjuring the man in me More so than I planned to be But became apparently Through ****** gratification You give social validation You send a pal elation That causes salivation Until the callous nation Invades my phallus station Text me I'm **** To protect me From the injecting Inspecting Dissecting Directory Next to me That begs to see The beggars seethe Don't destroy my body image With your haughty grimace Applauding penance An ungodly menace You've become Like Tim Gunn A judgemental one That fabricates fun By blocking the sun Incoherent Interference In the clearance Of my appearance Not knowing nearness Outside your austere fence You flippantly Didn't see The death of me Or the mess I bleed When my chest can't breathe While you're blessed to breed With a superior steed The eye of the beholder Is behind their shoulder That keeps getting colder From insurgent soldiers Throwing boulders Becoming molders Of the boaters With no motors Who float through life And drown in misery From societal strife Of subjective mysteries To act on the behest of me Say that you've met me Say that you've let me Enter you gently To a centrifuge ending For relationships pending With perceptions tending To be needlessly upending By comparisons impending No matter what they're intending There's no way they can mend me When my social rank bends me To be something pretending
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Spry distractions loaf on lithe intent, men waking, wishing, trying, b’lieving, doing, buying -inging time rather than be-, results in salt-work, sprawling like the C in coldness: callous spray that dampens your New Canvas Day. Pixels splat and reek of pure demise, wine trauma met with whys fires livid earth from foil-pressed crumbs from which your towers rise. You miss the point of -ing; the shape you’re in’s an -e-d thing writ past because of practice; timed it slow, fixed solemn bets all rife with catty pugil, ribbons placed on “I-got-tīme-in” ******* that gleam too brightly for the lover’s open eye. Youriyese in grace, ingratiated by devices (rueful caries) shelter you from toil’s ten-thousand days. You see them, they see you whilst print-ing, comb-ing over, feel-ing joy anew: such sugar lines the bottom of a borrowed cup of time. White hues direct-ing -ingots in a line totally gold and pin “pathetic” on your chest, their best not forged in -ing or be- (like they would want you to be) -lieve, but rather hey! and halt! The hollow points of discord, blood of victims be- -in’ salt.
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
-ing be I
Can't **** what isn't alive or bring to life what's dead gotta just live, and survive keeping your wits, and your head Severely precious and few with soul and heart are the brave knowing just what too do nobodies lackey, or slave Talley the marks of the strong tightening the reins and the nerves playing the game, way to long drawing on deepest reserves When every moment is precious and every scar has it's mark listening attentive the chorus every dog has it's day and it's bark
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
Dog day afternoon
The Last Priest smiled his blessings indiscriminately bridging seeding building a new priesthood beyond borders across tribes ignoring gender discounting class blind to race snubbing rank denying privilege and preferring a new holy nationality for refugees for stateless souls like mine - like ours
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 4:37 AM UTC
The Last Priest