#tangle
A moment's attention to an hour's raw worth.
This is the mind ****** experiment, last try...
back and forth until it breaks,
touch the edge, feel the heat.
On knowing, first taste, it is believed,
mankind's first mother made all mankind,
all from first mother
on to logically, eventually,
us;
You and me,
as we slipt the Matrix and uttered
the first breath wail that clicks the post womb life.
First thought that death ought be feared
has not yet been given the beguilement needed,
to make a slave to the mission revealed by truth's
spirit form, wind form, mind form, time formed point.
Knowledge, forbid my ignorance, but should one,
such as I, not die before my **** hair thins,
to lay bare the scalp that covers holy access
through the window in the top of the skull;
well, then, a certain respect is due me, a love, proof
that my reasonings were honed sharp enough,
early enough to form hooks to hang strands
of fullered fibers of gnosis from.
Prepared stitching thread, twirled intwining line
of reason, plumb weighted to hang straight,
perpindicular, swinging when to when, then
to now, to day from night, to ready after letters
are fitted to let us take thought, while attempting
contemplative temporary causal agency,
mediating meditation's worth versus daydreaming.
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Standard transmission, clutched, loosed,
engaged to catch a spark and start the process
rolling presently from past instances of learning.
Motivational motors of minding one's busyness,
catch a spark mid sequence, in a valved chamber
whooshing to push to shove to pull, and push
to displace and **** and shove to push and roll,
extending any individual's reach, confining
one's attention to inner reasonings, efforting
to steer the convenience compelling consciousness,
paid attention to terminii in reality set by science,
acknowledged used to increase the mobility of our kind,
mind you, promotion demands hands and eyes,
coordinating coy and ardent wills worth observation,
as will to be useful as arms and necks and nerves
and muscles and ligaments to tie bone frames,
to controls allowing fingers to steer,
as tongues do, as rudders do,
as my will being done may do,
we imagine as children watching adults work wishing.
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the efforting, effectual, fervent umph
applied to being useful on the whole,
the efforting made good by limitation
on liberty, free-state of matter, under
gravity and velocity, bound and determined,
to obey the binding force realized in thought,
leveraging aging winding springs force holds,
cogs to stop grinding gears, catchments,
mind hooks with torque converting aspiration
grasping reasons to resist inertial entropic
good enough reasons to sit still and wait.
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guaged goodness, measured mind width
comprehended, held with thumb and fingers,
in our combined ready writer mind, manipulated
muscle memorial cause confirming, progress
toward our common, shared joy strength
winging lift up from least useful of creatures,
unselfsustainable --nidicolous, nest bound,
bald baby birds, or pre-birds, evolving
into functional forms for use in life
as we, the best form
of life we have conceived.
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We have, behavioral autonomy, only
to the degree, the measured
parental investment, we need to have
and keep hold of having grasped, as
behavior becoming to beings of this kind.
Word smiths, mind adjustment experts,
fed from stacks in libraries so vast, that
now, we know, no mortal mind can hold
half of all we have experimentally proven
good for any word using cluster of us to have
to hold and use to make might be rights.
May might used right take thought, aye, may
be the will to have right use honed to one point,
new known pastless place, farthest edge
of ever after all we think or ask has proven,
patient stasis, waiting is, suffer it to be so now.
Some times and one times,
revisiting the process, producing me
and you, the processors of our realif-ications.
If as a condition,
in an ifery state, sticking to any matter realized;
we think as if one of us thought first, in time passing
now, from then, in your mind, my mind leaves reproof,
constructed to prevent the falling back into doubt,
two heads, four minds, one wind to share
in time passing as when one now meets a then,
when all attention ever once paid this now, turns
this time into a part of ever after all,
as words speak to heart felt conscience use proven
good, clean, pure state of first interest bearing lent
ears, hearing entertaining causing agents taunting troof.
Prove me now, herewith. Have I not filled your lungs,
have I not granted science right use of knowledge needed
to keep your nidicolous naked soul inspired to continue,
sowing kindness, same mindness, ag, agrimental agreement
we think, we thunk,
we thank our lucky stars, time and chance,
taut twang strangs of our hearts and minds, "chu-hoi",
big hugs, evahboty be nice like G.I., open arms
sự đầu hàng
bring before us the machine gunner called Whykill… begin
judgment near the incident, sự kiện, 29-02-01968,
There we was, me and Frenchy and Culpepper or something,
I forget, and now, I'm dead and all you all have are artificial
memorex versions of things I said I was a witness to, as a liar,
-nothin' but a houn'dawgnosis
picking old scents of sense we made in conversations,
so far past the point of no return, that none on the other side,
can contain innocense, livery of consci, where in our uniformity,
protrudes through old time religious linking thinking, wonders if
we might imagine living on in other words, after all's been
said and done… Whykill's dead. Hohlenstein's dead, and I am not.
Can you hear me now? Earth, earth, can you hear me now?
I hear your brother's blood crying out,
what now, this
now,
you know,
all those idle questions, you know? Did you
feel me lie and tell me no, no, man,
you can't do that.
And be not deceived. Single mind dominance, flat
left and correct, right, right, create an ifery wasery when,
then, let us form a means to use this ifery wasery when,
now, let us form
in time as realizable, vision, written plain,
set in new fangled fonts unicoded
common computable convertible
to bits in math-mental fundus corpus us,
beyond infinity through absurdity to us
becoming these thinkable thoughts,
living words all googly translated on demand,
rethinkable, as entertaining shapers of our kinds
of minds, keyed to constant news alerts, looking
for spots on the walls we pass along, hedged betting
this land is Nature's God's land, and this pasture,
green and lush, this leisure time, as advertised,
mine, my last wish
combination running streams of hot and cold water,
memory foam souls in my Adidas, as I did, assume
the role, Balaam's *** or donkey,
if your public ***** word filter
hides ssscertain ifery essence
as sounds shuffled schitteringshits.
saint's accuser user rights assigned, runs
Phunky muse, ish bin, dasein, by das zeit, okeh
become alright already, done did done, done, indeed,
desired right to design, knowing already
the idea in the seed, was in
the virus first, and some say
long before long now,
in long then when nothing was a thought.
Knowledge was used to expose us all to living words.
Such as =
U can hold, as a mind let be formed
from mere wish it were
so easy
to fall in love, silly, blessedness
sensing mothering wombed men,
led astray with stories as wild as Theresa wannabes can conceive,
barren womb conceptions, dared define this penetralium,
esoteric guts of all sacred oxen processions, announcing
****** births reportedly
become motherless ******** and such
become outcasts, who often as not,
survive and thrive on wilderness.
Day and night, seedtime and harvest.
Learning from wind and sun and water and dirt and stone,
presoil granite, lime
from primordial sealife eons
on eons awaited, according to Devine wedoms
aspiring to some day become those cities of marble long ago
- replicate forming a marble pillar,
- from seaformed life forms turned to stone,
- in the kidneys of the world.
slow sea settle the white cliffs, pile
on pressure from megatons
of solid ice, firming fractious soft muds
at the bottom
of ancient land locked oceans,
frozen, squeezing solidified worths
weights of rainfall reacting first time
to climates constant changing
pulls from lucky stars and
guiding stars and
disintegrating
ancient's land marks, Casa Bonita,
those Bhuda reps
in the basalt, reminding
remember nothing is real,
blank slate, po' preserver of first impressions, lasting
lifetimes in words never given a reader's added weight, but
by a kind of more than once might wish
to ask, effectuality try
proofing insulation umph
opposing imposture syndrome,
with functional Dunning Krueger
inate cognative imbalence, valenced
within the pre pancreatic failure gut neurons bias…
burped bubble perception, whole self tuning
entire being concept, repenting ignorance begging
truth be known, make me unbelieve beloved lies,
other wise
make me
Art
Intuited, as a weform lifeform,
a we of three neuronal territories,
thinkers reading doer's reports from ports far afield, out there
where shapes of things that were some time ago,
can be translated into two dimensions fitting this window,
using these letters whose sense we all may use to think
translate me, the living word reminds the daydreaming monk,
consider really the stars, for number, now, and take that,
knowledge, a ledge on an oblique inleaning facet of us,
and walk along it not looking down
on or as, may be
the we form of one ready
to be reading ready we state,
in a punctuated equilibrium *** *** ***
Drums
Timpanis, Phrigian rhythms boom boom booming,
Zildjians , krashing and rolling into boingingnodes, domes
of dones, tells holding long forgotten legends for a time.
Nineveh, the repentant city, eh,
to the level
of its labor class things, fasted an acceptable fast,
miracle of miracles, the city did not fall, the miracle
of Jonah was that the city changed behavior
to such a degree that the God who had used Jonah,
made him a story in himself, used to glorify truth,
and someday make gourd growers
proud to be shapers if Meerschaum puff clouds,
made him a creature with no comprehension of mercy,
to use him in a great sorting out testing of spirits,
in the great game of the being edge overlapping gains
taken as granted grace, readers rule non readers,
see the images on the wall, hear the actors in the back,
break a leg, bad luck magic insiders hold true good,
encouragement to fret nothing, as a dancer does,
when listing with the breeze through new chance,
on the page, a pause,
a breather taking lax laze lize guessing others wise,
we suspect ourselves of hubris, as if the other wise
reason for the functional faith in goodness is done,
sneezing phase is past, if you've read this far, by now
you are infected, and as you know, knowing too much
can **** a mortal bent to believe an institutionalized PR
Q-code/ begging oppositional support,
for the dam whence the boy pulled his finger and stepped
back to be blown downstream in time to let the last salmon
spawn and bring worth back to the rain always falling,
mainly on the plain,
Habakkuk habit, artistic intuition patterns of stroke, for luck,
let role in lines intending to hold the slightest smile,
thinking I know, this is not the same vale,
this is not the same current, nor same opinion worth a look,
streaming, not rowing, life
at the moment
is a day taken
for daydreaming equivalent
to a koan ridden
to its vanishing point
on the horizontal insistence
of our mutual peculiar leanings off center,
in a phi mark pattern pearling things think through,
doing words a proper spin,
to hit the nail on the head,
pop.
Stop/ now. Taste the pudding,
is there proof now from then?
D'he, ahe he he - didja ever have the ware withal
to make up
your own mind?
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Yes, walk away, daydreaming boy,
location and possession of means,
for deciphering Emperical runes,
put into my craft and trade in
Calabash pipes, seen, but unseen
gourds employed as smoked ****
and fine tobacco investigatory oral
fixations prominent during the nicotine
DNA adaptation,
{took five generations}
from popular pastime
of blowing smoke, after effects
took on global societal ruling lines
of taut strict reasons to keep smoking,
keep on, keepin' on, minding solo scriptura,
in smoke filled rooms whither whole new forms
for holding mental tyranny enough to wage war,
took shape to govern those who must fight for
the cost of power contained
in a concept with kings,
and us, or Gods and men…
opposed to, leaning against, acting
as scaffolding holding old dams destined
soon to break,
"and at that time thy people shall be delivered,
every one that shall be found written
in the book."
Johnstown flood, was a true historical news worthy event,
unlike the name of any person whose name is in a list
of souls departed from the frail shell of mortality,
ready or not.
Fret not, and naught, aye, no thing or thought
Christmas angel say aight, be not afraid of knowing,
good new things to know, whole old truths put to rest.
Here come Jubilee, one last time,
big time, big time revival of the truth conception
creator of the whole shebang.
Biggest to infinitile insignificance, in fancy other words.
But thou, O Daniel,
shut up the words, and seal the book,
to the time of the end:
many shall run to and fro,
Assisting intelligences shall seem as guides,
Michael models will seem like second comings.
in implodelusive spurts… as can be imagined
reviving old lies for new carnal mind tweaks.
Mar 19, 2024
Mar 19, 2024 at 5:06 PM UTC
It was morning
when my time set to yours,
a little loud but I got the vibe.
I remember the party dust
when you rushed to go home,
did they remind you of seeing me?
behind the lights somewhere that night.
There's a string that tangles us
as their bewildered eyes won't catch us up.
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 5:49 AM UTC
I get tangled in the brooding nets of my mind
And drown
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
I'm like your earphones,
Thrown,
because I'm an entangled mess.
But darling,
I want you to untangle me,
slowly.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
The waves were like vipers,
picking of weary sailors from
the deck.
Plucking them with fangs of stinging
waves, taking those unsuspecting
from the deck.
Drowning them in the sorrows
that suffocated them beneath the
planks they were washed upon.
So many swords were never lifted
but fell submerged silently.
Falling beneath the honour that sank before them.
But like creeping ivy, they were woven upon.
Seaweed forests clasping upon those
weary travellers that sang into slumbering bereavement.
Still the forests that fed on the rainfall of what
decayed falling statically from above,
nourishment in silent surrendering's.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 6:16 PM UTC
Shut the door behind you
Lock it twice just in case
Pull out the futon mattress
Let your hands find their place
Stare at my green passion
Slide your hands up my thighs
Smile as your mouth finds mine
Flick your hair out of your eyes
Press your lips against my own
Tangle your tongue with my breathe
Take your time with me tonight
Enjoy it like you invite death
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
My head is a tangled mass of string and wire
They don't connect
They don't lead into something greater
I am full of yarn and old embroidery thread
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 1:36 AM UTC
webs were spun
in a tangle
each spider adding
more to the ravel
gossamer threads
all confused
quite interesting
was this muse
others were invited
into the spinning hub
after a time
crowding
took place
which resulted in
a fractious stir
the once happy
web builders
couldn't get along
their community
dissolved
on the intertwisting
being over done
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
*She was undeniably warm.
The spirit in her is as balmy as summer.
A soul brimful of hopes and desires.
Until a sudden day came,
when everything feels bleak and inexplicable.
Fear created a room in her.
The tangled mind she has is devouring her spirit
and she started losing spark.
Things are slowly becoming halfhearted in her eyes;
even prayer becomes a tough battle.
Her mornings are frigid.
Her smile turned into misery.
The cold vibe she's facing,
made a winter in her heart.*
-Steph Dionisio, August 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
Like forgotten cables
on the floor,
we intertwine ourselves
and can't seem to be undone.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
We cuddle naked
On a lonely island, in the sea,
Where our bodies press each other
On the sand, under the tree.
With sound of splashing waves,
Your arms tangle me, legs ready to heave.
Where we make love to each other,
My body under yours, we are so free.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
lips fold
embraces / slip
tangled
skin / bramble
limbs
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
I get edgy sometimes-
When I see knots-
I freeze up.
I get upset when I try to untangles them-
Like earphones and other audio cords-
Auxiliaries, usbs and inputs.
I get frustrated-
Easily with entanglement-
I hate knots but.
Our bodies could be a knot, that I wouldn't want to untangle.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC