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89 sets of eyes had seen the first eighth
made public, Tobagoan dimes,
then it was 96
I made'em up, bought the whole mint,
and went into serious business,
re-evaluating dime bags, when John D,
Mr. Dee, he
hands me this silver dime, about 1917.
Says he, gimme the Time's
and I'm about to
when into 2022 i-sense, calculualualchange
in time,
on a dime among many, my own dime.
I invested that liberty given me, for using
old news in good ways once used to force
a reading of the rules.
Would there were a Daysman, betwixt us.
would we had this tech back when,
term papers - ended curiosity
or drove home the point to madness,
all
you know, ex
plodes… pop. And if you breathe
another line
per haps it is one of mine, we think
at old printer's devil, filling space, pace.
Skimming troposh-pherical Miramarical,
thought speed past the other way
one
of these days, you said, these days, we
say today. You are safe
where now is today, and not when this whole
lesson in shared pain per gain, proud son,
prior to changes in the rules
- is allowed to lead to gun play
game on. That fast.
The future has me in it from the start/
I have a mind to tell you all I know,
Pro-ver-bee, do be, do, you know
It was an organized mind, rhearranger
of my fingers on these
keys, i-i-I ai ai ai think these keys, were magic
in the beginning, some men trusted in horses,
some men trusted in leasing and releasing
land… who won?
Eh, not o'er yet. EH, they have wakened
a sleeping giant,
yeah, I paid a price to discover that fact.
Dillon, Montana, storefront all johnnyrebbed up.
I lost the best phone I ever owned, with all the
evidence of hoped for things attained
and apprehended with full ready
set for alz-heimlichkeit kriegspeigel- mir-ror
mar-velous. World of 2022. Within Covideo
5G- wiz mom the fridge is 5G
G is for Guidance, child. Traditions do not change
truths. Oaths welded to the guardian's heart,
pow wer wordsssun-ng
choking in dust, as the eagles gather round the
whole idea
-comfort, ease
in security, we exist in air, as words people think
after reading something old,
fifty years, ago, change wa'swift,
an entire jubilee for most all sworn
legit-liga-mental mind made up to be a way for a reason,
oaths, Breach of contract, old school rules, you lie,
you die, before you unveil the secret place, we be, in, I mean,
so help me, God, on the Bible-level
like on TV,
depending on your experience in the realm of words.
You are now a Kierkeyardian Troen Ridder Wannabe.
Some things you may imagine, leave percussion…
- humms al'lowed to fifteen since then,
- that summer with Pattie Maffeo
- whoa, this idea- drum roll
Rudd, Hersey made me up, and I grew up, in here.
-- Phidelity is only secret to those who must hide.
Inside us, outside us, inside me is not inside you.
These are words, these are sense in your head,
more swiftly than the author choses to believe.
Ping, chorus, another one bites the dust.
Isolation in realization that an ifery, an actual
one
real-live ifery situation, with the body environment
alive
and breathing and
comfortable, thanks for allowing that, I bring some
every time I come,
pop
you can't say that. right or wrong, how long is ruled
valid in code any kid in any country can translate.
Who says we saw every thing
change.
When we was young,
faster paster now as then, I swore
as real as any ride I ever imagined alone.
All things are better when you know, though.
A churchyard child bade me listen, you may know
as we grow in knowledge, as a species,
from a phylum
at the core… we can, and have
we can imagine, yes, and have
haps, in pers and mays, hap-pen
happenstance,
Manifest on TV, that
is power to convey a story, requiring
minds with binge-in-Covid-season, after season,
immunity to cliché ¿ make every idle guess reasonate
Hate ain't 'hate when I do that' kinda thing
hate is evil, you know, no idle word, evil
living words can hold any thought a team of two
agree to allow
- spacetime to think-?
G-qualified Art Intuition, this is not ****
we know it when we see it, what is this thing
we agreed with, this corporate structure,
many many many tiered this tinker toy thing
A Robin Williams seed, I think, Jim Hunt.
What dreams have come.
And we aren't done.
Icahn's history, I was not even in the game.
Here's one, eight lines from go
go
go man
go
gotcha, johnny be good slood
on a legendary curse
into sec-secondcoming.com
justice, sir, I must say, I just ring the bell.
--------------- hello poetry hello world
5G and starlink, if I stay in the green zone//
From Montana, that 5G fridge, messaged me,
my almond milk is out of use by,
did you die?
we know you are old. We will check again.
At random, I assume, my captain's chair,
and survey my realm
- 26 thousand unread emails… how much
- is my pending attention to any one worth?
I rub my stubble and scratch my half year hair.
I oughta get up
and go/ chorus there, and go
I ought get up and go, but I got no place
I'd rather be,
right now, with you… who
stole that from some show, no body you don'
know.
Some things happen,
when you know,
they do… the color does not set the mood
the time
just hasta be right.
mama
mama always wished to know,
when does it end,
when does it end,
electric shock begins, the folding in daze,
folding pages in donated Sears & Roebuck's
catalogues,
to make door stops, to hold ever locked doors
open, for our grand children, wait
and see, in deep dementia, did she mention…
Jul 29, 2022
Jul 29, 2022 at 11:40 PM UTC
Con fide ence cadence
Semper fi, I the ego in the narrator
making wu wei from
around
in
to out a bit, this to that
as we know
we grew, we know we grow
spontaneity- eh, next next next
time
not this time, mmmm
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in the body
sense of other, this is the I they say
ego is the enemy,
love thy enemy, I say
schwahng-dong- ting tang
walla walla bing ****
be the laugh
and be the clown, fret not,
this is that
all at once upsidedowninsideout in a word
we are wedom in the sense the wu wei
wei we are making this up, not making this up
we are shown
as we were I once doing the efforting,
wishing to become old and happy,
all my prayers answered in enough and
enough to share with no sorrow added as debt
see me see me see you see me clever
and proud of how fun the giggle is as song,
comfort the feeble mind, it too is mine,
let me rest in the joy of having this time
as mine, in the global reality lit with power
that powers this body using fingers to find letters
to let words
form from better ideas, bet. Put your money down,
opposing forces, from within, we never were
as those who fit the mould of a place native to us,
our kind,
not that kind, this kind, be kind, love, be loving
think
this is friendly, no aggressive faces made, no blush
of rage,
perhaps, yes, haps, here we pursued, but we
ensued peace after passing all we include in me
the
body… and the mind that runs it
and the mind that knows it, so from the top of my head
to the bottom of my feet,
I accept is in state,
in the body, I can say, I am in the body and I have
magic, given as "black box" think what one can make
given the means
to fret not, not a bit o'worry brain, think up a storm
find a way to fill the need, felt real, real empty,
useless, in terms of the whole truth, really
useless, what do I know, I know I lie
about how happy I would be if
next time you could sing wit'me.
Who has a head empty of will to wonder if we can
think we can can we think we can and be happy
when we think we
dodidonitdonit seem we may as well take a given
grin and invest it in the hope, that someday
your day gets,
better to specs, regularly reset to random, wei, wu wei. We, me.
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 12:11 AM UTC
Peace is flowing as a river, and I am on a boat sailing down this stream
That’s love- No pain, no worries
Just water playing her music to my ears
I am a guest in Nature’s house
It makes no difference who I am.
Nor if I am me or you, she or he, we or them
She treats us just the same
In this field, there is no pain, no separation between me and it, certainly no gain
Time runs not forwards nor backwards here
All is Now and All will never be back then or later
Because the All that was then and will be later is just Now falsely projected by the mind of separation
There is a comfort in knowing everything changes
But an even deeper comfort in understanding its essence remains the same
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 1:17 AM UTC
Baby, you’re one of a kind.
Your eyes light up my dim night skies.
The way you blow into that flute.
Hypnotic melodies.
Your magic blooming like flowers in Spring.
Causing even the dead to dance.
Everyone is left captivated.
They’d all like a piece of you.
Darling, your mind captures brilliance.
The kind no other has witnessed.
You’re a piece of art.
One of a kind.
Even with cold flesh.
Your smile imprinted onto the Earth.
Wishing this moment could last forever.
A masterpiece dug into the dirt.
And on your grave, I plant these flowers.
You’ll be sent to Heaven, baby.
Where your flame will rise.
And your high will never get low.
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 4:27 PM UTC