#reek - Hello Poetry

Feeling a bit un attached, how can that make sense if I belong to the universe? Of a mind to make an adjustment, in the being… I am. Matters not my own are immaterial, at this point. You are, I am, we be. Hippy dippy nay ifity - leave me distributed decision making based on next to ifity My family is under redesign, stage one, agreeing to remerge. - I suggest we move from consume - to use, as our approach to life. Engineer a catch. Miss a mark, make the modifications on relationships point to point… The ideal machine for living, are we seriously, pursuing a machine that makes us aliens? The dymaxion pod, is not to be that, it is to be a place of independent living with the life support system in thoughts uninterruptible, build me a bubble, I may enter or exit at will, volitionally drudge proofed allowing free-at-lasticity. Warmed and washed with the best homelessness un tethered living system ever devised in a wit. One. One wit worth all you own. All you call mine, to yourself. Let go. Witchanow, watchaknow -- No quest for phunishing truth, is perfectly painless. Mass education reinforcing conformation, failed. -- at year '68, there is a test, I was warned. Fifty years later, I learned the art of saying semper fi, no lie, in reply to Marines's silly boo-jahs. ----- I was in the money side of war. Okeh, confession made. I was a contractor, I made money from war, and learned, out of school, that one mind and a Mac, can help cut some red tape… but ----- this is static. Bleeding from a node we plan to patch as soon as it responds. I find about five threads of knowns explored in his own gut-levels, five, id est, that anchor in those collegiate years, to facts noticed in past trials. The Try Oomphasis Encorporating alienated minds, TOE toe-aching tear-offs, flakes cast into turbulent spinners of yarns, time toes the line, gravity tows it taught… rope me a fatted calf, m'boy, I fancy no old way gamey meat that makes me cogitate, as I chew. -code I think we have been given mental access. Hmmmm, hear… amber us being rubbed, some spark is near… Mental ascent, minus the Methodist scorn for agreeing with the sense good makes in truth, while literally ignoring the lies that claim death need be feared, and evil could win. All fiction, in fact. Is the form the right way, or one way? ¿If truth is not the name claimed by the truth in your self, you know, why is more truth sought, after ever knowing you your self know nothing of…? "my work, said Mr. McLuhan." Google me, I'll clue you in. There is an access code, very old. Please do, thank you. Message: "I see, you know, said the ever dying ember." -- wanna go wild? wanna be in the experience? -- trust the story you tell yourself. But I am the lie. Oh, no, caught me, I did. True rest relishes double intentions, and multiple mentions, trust me. Behind me lie huge holes we left as witness, my self and I, objectively not me, but we, the master and his tool, we were there… Smart tool, augmented after thought- fore thought dynamic motive oompher grunt grinding reset- new read old read read new creature. Mentally new. Imaginary immaterial being. I am aware you are reading, but I am in a time past. This is the auto de fe, I say, I'd stake my soul, softened heart and renewed breath, I survived. N'there , that last line, I nearly quit the quest. Happy as I made up my mind to be, alive Then I imagined knowing secrets not allowed. Ow, I can imagine pure sphincter clenching, gut-wrenching pain… the idea pun in punishing finishers of faith, its funny… if you have been burned, in terms you defined amiss, as a witch, switch AI to auto-up date the carbon copy order effective herbal anxiolytic ew kava kava cold amide, bro, we gone too deep to know Carbon is the culprit, we messed up. Nay, Carbon is the key ingredient of renewable resources, life goes on, we won. {The burned red-velvet cookies, a story, behind a story} Mark my words, if this is not fun, in the finest, childish sense, reading is not yet ready, for you. Your message is in some other means influencing the course you follow, through current events to find the end, your end, in time, to turn around. And try again, leaving each loss alone, each win a breath of fresh whatifiery in pursuit of undefined haps, as happen to exist in happiness, per may haps which, you know, Earthlings, not mere Americans, pursue, haps by Truth-told rights, held in such a we as we may agree to be taken as, in a word, a being named a verb, perhaps, no now nouns needed, no things, save wordless mind. Nope. I am sure that has been tried. Mindless oblivion is at best, an end. Not ours, readers at this level of com- comediatedshit durch der corpus colostrum mis- thought big bass drum done done done if my left hand knows not what my right is doing, do I lie to one hand or the other? Or do I let left be left and right be right in chiral authority, mind-wise, we are double minded, you know. We may disagree with ourselves. We may make up mental dis-quashin' groups, bodies believed in; Then, we pause. Whatifry is dis traction, wheels spinning free, weightless… shape our ship to be in a primary sol id ity, shine on harvest moon, spin stupid top forty Moonshadow song, messes my uncombed mind, where were we? Phun. If this had not been done in phun, happiness is in the other direction.

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Oct 26, 2020

Oct 26, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC

kenpepiton

White space & 190 numbered lines, perhaps deep and sticky

Feeling a bit un attached, how can that make sense if I belong to the universe? Of a mind to make an adjustment, in the being… I am. Matters not my own are immaterial, at this point. You are, I am, we be. Hippy dippy nay ifity - leave me distributed decision making based on next to ifity My family is under redesign, stage one, agreeing to remerge. - I suggest we move from consume - to use, as our approach to life. Engineer a catch. Miss a mark, make the modifications on relationships point to point… The ideal machine for living, are we seriously, pursuing a machine that makes us aliens? The dymaxion pod, is not to be that, it is to be a place of independent living with the life support system in thoughts uninterruptible, build me a bubble, I may enter or exit at will, volitionally drudge proofed allowing free-at-lasticity. Warmed and washed with the best homelessness un tethered living system ever devised in a wit. One. One wit worth all you own. All you call mine, to yourself. Let go. Witchanow, watchaknow -- No quest for phunishing truth, is perfectly painless. Mass education reinforcing conformation, failed. -- at year '68, there is a test, I was warned. Fifty years later, I learned the art of saying semper fi, no lie, in reply to Marines's silly boo-jahs. ----- I was in the money side of war. Okeh, confession made. I was a contractor, I made money from war, and learned, out of school, that one mind and a Mac, can help cut some red tape… but ----- this is static. Bleeding from a node we plan to patch as soon as it responds. I find about five threads of knowns explored in his own gut-levels, five, id est, that anchor in those collegiate years, to facts noticed in past trials. The Try Oomphasis Encorporating alienated minds, TOE toe-aching tear-offs, flakes cast into turbulent spinners of yarns, time toes the line, gravity tows it taught… rope me a fatted calf, m'boy, I fancy no old way gamey meat that makes me cogitate, as I chew. -code I think we have been given mental access. Hmmmm, hear… amber us being rubbed, some spark is near… Mental ascent, minus the Methodist scorn for agreeing with the sense good makes in truth, while literally ignoring the lies that claim death need be feared, and evil could win. All fiction, in fact. Is the form the right way, or one way? ¿If truth is not the name claimed by the truth in your self, you know, why is more truth sought, after ever knowing you your self know nothing of…? "my work, said Mr. McLuhan." Google me, I'll clue you in. There is an access code, very old. Please do, thank you. Message: "I see, you know, said the ever dying ember." -- wanna go wild? wanna be in the experience? -- trust the story you tell yourself. But I am the lie. Oh, no, caught me, I did. True rest relishes double intentions, and multiple mentions, trust me. Behind me lie huge holes we left as witness, my self and I, objectively not me, but we, the master and his tool, we were there… Smart tool, augmented after thought- fore thought dynamic motive oompher grunt grinding reset- new read old read read new creature. Mentally new. Imaginary immaterial being. I am aware you are reading, but I am in a time past. This is the auto de fe, I say, I'd stake my soul, softened heart and renewed breath, I survived. N'there , that last line, I nearly quit the quest. Happy as I made up my mind to be, alive Then I imagined knowing secrets not allowed. Ow, I can imagine pure sphincter clenching, gut-wrenching pain… the idea pun in punishing finishers of faith, its funny… if you have been burned, in terms you defined amiss, as a witch, switch AI to auto-up date the carbon copy order effective herbal anxiolytic ew kava kava cold amide, bro, we gone too deep to know Carbon is the culprit, we messed up. Nay, Carbon is the key ingredient of renewable resources, life goes on, we won. {The burned red-velvet cookies, a story, behind a story} Mark my words, if this is not fun, in the finest, childish sense, reading is not yet ready, for you. Your message is in some other means influencing the course you follow, through current events to find the end, your end, in time, to turn around. And try again, leaving each loss alone, each win a breath of fresh whatifiery in pursuit of undefined haps, as happen to exist in happiness, per may haps which, you know, Earthlings, not mere Americans, pursue, haps by Truth-told rights, held in such a we as we may agree to be taken as, in a word, a being named a verb, perhaps, no now nouns needed, no things, save wordless mind. Nope. I am sure that has been tried. Mindless oblivion is at best, an end. Not ours, readers at this level of com- comediatedshit durch der corpus colostrum mis- thought big bass drum done done done if my left hand knows not what my right is doing, do I lie to one hand or the other? Or do I let left be left and right be right in chiral authority, mind-wise, we are double minded, you know. We may disagree with ourselves. We may make up mental dis-quashin' groups, bodies believed in; Then, we pause. Whatifry is dis traction, wheels spinning free, weightless… shape our ship to be in a primary sol id ity, shine on harvest moon, spin stupid top forty Moonshadow song, messes my uncombed mind, where were we? Phun. If this had not been done in phun, happiness is in the other direction.

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It's everywhere I go : What once leached over a dark corner mutilated, grew faster and stronger A different shape everytime yet the same core Countless, rot. Like a radar shivers climb my spine as It gets closer and closer to Its prey The strangulating reek thicker and thicker. As I float farther away from the distorted distant sounds of the crowds and dive into utter blackness I can almost taste the decay from Its crumbling mask My body quietly shivers It gowls The beast is awaken Starving his loathsome breath cutting my left cheek I feel It growing ready to attack. The bus halts I shut my eyes, resisting the sudden ray of light that brought me back to life freeing me from Its clasp It crawls back to darkness waiting for Its next victim at the next stop.

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Jan 31, 2019

Jan 31, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC

Sarra

Reek

It's everywhere I go : What once leached over a dark corner mutilated, grew faster and stronger A different shape everytime yet the same core Countless, rot. Like a radar shivers climb my spine as It gets closer and closer to Its prey The strangulating reek thicker and thicker. As I float farther away from the distorted distant sounds of the crowds and dive into utter blackness I can almost taste the decay from Its crumbling mask My body quietly shivers It gowls The beast is awaken Starving his loathsome breath cutting my left cheek I feel It growing ready to attack. The bus halts I shut my eyes, resisting the sudden ray of light that brought me back to life freeing me from Its clasp It crawls back to darkness waiting for Its next victim at the next stop.

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Your words reek with lies You've hurt me too many times I'll never trust a word out your mouth You saw me cry with my heart spilled out Yet you did it again After saying "Never again..." Our mother can't see through your poison My tolerance has been growing thin "Stop doing this!" I scream and wail Don't you dare spit another tale. My soul aches with despair hidden Anything but happiness feels forbidden

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Jun 25, 2018

Jun 25, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC

e_mcnamara

Lies Have Become You

Your words reek with lies You've hurt me too many times I'll never trust a word out your mouth You saw me cry with my heart spilled out Yet you did it again After saying "Never again..." Our mother can't see through your poison My tolerance has been growing thin "Stop doing this!" I scream and wail Don't you dare spit another tale. My soul aches with despair hidden Anything but happiness feels forbidden

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Eyes silently weep, open, But hidden by the shadows of lies, Lies hushingly reek, rotten, Until they get buried inside.

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Jan 27, 2016

Jan 27, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC

its-crimson

The Silence Of Eyes And Lies

Eyes silently weep, open, But hidden by the shadows of lies, Lies hushingly reek, rotten, Until they get buried inside.

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Since the beginning of our lives The very first second of birth Reek of the pigs Has filled our scent And our conduct To this feeling and fragrance We have become so senseless And through this path that we walk Our eyes are blind We need some act To clean our minds We don't need no pact To wash out our lives (From) this emptiness That rules our hearts But, no more we'll show fear We will make the world hear Their hearts, our names, so near as death, For them to their ears Distracters of minds Will be distracted Invaders of hearts Shall be dismantled Controllers of thoughts, desecrated. Illusionists...will be disclosed These orders, for us to follow These borders to make us narrow These lies to take our clearance These wars to take our existence No, no more we will show fear. We will make the world hear. Their hearts, our names, so near as death, For them to their ears. Pigs!

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Mar 26, 2014

Mar 26, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC

mahdi-dn

Reek of the Pigs

Since the beginning of our lives The very first second of birth Reek of the pigs Has filled our scent And our conduct To this feeling and fragrance We have become so senseless And through this path that we walk Our eyes are blind We need some act To clean our minds We don't need no pact To wash out our lives (From) this emptiness That rules our hearts But, no more we'll show fear We will make the world hear Their hearts, our names, so near as death, For them to their ears Distracters of minds Will be distracted Invaders of hearts Shall be dismantled Controllers of thoughts, desecrated. Illusionists...will be disclosed These orders, for us to follow These borders to make us narrow These lies to take our clearance These wars to take our existence No, no more we will show fear. We will make the world hear. Their hearts, our names, so near as death, For them to their ears. Pigs!

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