#receipt
this, and that,
what good and fine as can be,
may be limited by, in fact,
one bit of both of us acting
as reader one and writer one
assigned to frame a mindform
an aspirant's aim, a mortal hero,
no superior anything, Joe Blow,
Johnny Come Lately, and
Johnny Lunch Pail, and Big Bad John
as a mind user holds self evident
what another holds sacred and undeniable
peace has a rule, least said, soonest mended.
Suffer it to be so, now
fully fected per form re co known,
true rest, debt free, fret free, ready
recognize trust as post warring, after
war reasoning retired, generally,
in peace
knowing using time we share,
my side of the situation produces
peace past understanding we live as part
of something we are reactions to as parts
required to inspire our realization as a whole.
From our marveling minds, we may so wonder
as mankind ever has minds we may open wider
while we are resting, re estimating worths costs
what's it cost to think in English a Hebrew word
a foreign idea, to think in miyn kind classified we
not me, nor you, we ag re spond aghast, what if
this is finished but
for our final faith's polishing touch. A reader.
My dare to say, the way I lived, worked.
My bet if time were today, what I live in;
then we live in it together, rationally balanced
at this previously unthinkable point. Ready
to experience thought slowed to ink speed…
elipses signify, thought pauses to think, read
right to left or up and down or left to right,
front to front, face to face, mirroring mind,
relearn from famous heros, mirroring kind-ness
like me beings shown our premyelinated brain rind,
bring me guile, show me some unprejudged idle word
logical extender of thought you heard said, hermit
hero's… the hidden practically only quiet certainty,
Cartesian or Pascalian, pre trib rapture revelation,
addendum on the end of the narrative, eh,
curses, foiled again… Mighty Mouse, ah,
shoot gee **** kids
you better eat your Wheaties, be like Bruce,
tangled in a time of thinkable self will power,
dedicated to a timeless sufferage practice
to perfect a performance costing more,
than any other person ever paid, right
at one single point piercing everything
perfectly.
Storywise. Told and retold, to you, your story,
who are you but my audience, or our audience,
as we think during instances of mistaken belief.
The function of the mind, in a verb, by leaving
today the same everywhere right now, belief
can release potential peace, right when lief
as well think of green green moss after rain,
if there be any good, think on that.
Prepose your mind's eye on that goodness,
noticed, mosses and lichens shout bright
reflecting back through our whole being
beauty at the sight, at the action seeing
as today,
where I am, on purpose,
proposing one pastence,
everything everywhere all at once,
now, then
thinkable, in a crazy unsortable
fluid in a bubble, bubble in a foam,
message sent, Peace on Earth.
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 2:53 PM UTC
When does a gift given become a gift received?
If a gift is not accepted, is it a gift indeed?
If a gift is left unopened is the gifting actually achieved?
(Is a gift not a gift if it is rejected?
Does it lose its giftedness when refused or neglected?)
Does the gift itself retain some kinetic gifted energy?
Or does it need the active catalyst of reception
to truly be the gift that its giver intends it to be?
This Christmas be sure to accept your full responsibility
to receive with a fully open heart as well as open hands
this gift I give to you from me.
(I've left the receipt in the bag.)
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 5:25 PM UTC
•••
Welcome home
•••
Heart of stone
House of glass
Fault is not mine alone
Karma credit blown
It happens fast
With no receipt shown
The last to know
A forced outcast
I didn't get here on my own
A house of glass
And a single stone
Another broken home
•••
©2024
Jul 24, 2024
Jul 24, 2024 at 2:38 AM UTC
I gave you something
that belongs to me,
and all you left for me
was the gift receipt.
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 2:04 AM UTC
Try to see that we're all on repeat
Improving techniques
Familiarity comes with a fee
Feel free to pull up a seat
but take this receipt
Déjà vu is approved
Repetition helps us relate too
A translation of trauma
Through authentic remnants
When fragments come loose
from sourced attributes
Filter your core beliefs
The further we seek
Higher levels of attainment
require persistent maintenance
No rehearsed alliteration
or forced informal acquaintances
Be true to you
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
I gave something to you
that belonged to me,
but most importantly
I gave something to you
that I should have wanted for me.
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC
I don't know but I kinda forgot myself
I don't know but I kinda don't know what's left
I don't know but I think this is some kind of factory reset?
I don't know but maybe this is something like a love receipt
You see? I was lost when you left me
just like before nothing matters, just you and me
The only difference is now the nothing that matters is me
No I don't feel sad, I just feel empty
Because when you told me that you're planning to stay
I'm already thinking ahead of the bills that we need to pay
I already saw us argue over what to cook for lunch and dinner
What to do tomorrow, what color of shirt to wear
I was black but you were all the colors
I was the sky while you are the clouds
I was the post and you were the lamp
But I realized I'm just a trend and you are a follower
I thought I highlighted your colors and yes I did but just your true color
I thought that we're fit and we could make it work
But no I can't make you shine and you can't even shout "she's mine"
But it's okay, I understand that I'm tough and it was just a "challenge accepted "
Don't worry about this love receipt
It's fine, I had the choice to throw it but I decided to keep it
Well just in case that you come back to ask for satisfaction rate
I could show it and maybe ask for refund or in front of you maybe I could rip it
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
I'm going to hold onto my birth certificate
like my mother holds onto receipts
and when I write my last rent check
addressed to whomever lives upstairs
I'll knock on the door
and when they open
I'll kindly flash them the paper
which never expires
and I'll ask
for a refund
and they'll say "No,"
"We only accept exchanges,"
and then I think I'll believe in reincarnation.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 12:41 AM UTC
Scrawled happy face in red ink; I live for this.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC