#yes
it is a wonderful adventure
filled with mystery
and holds out the most amazing encore
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 9:53 AM UTC
something about you
and the way you
cradled me
and how you held
the part of life i clung to
so close to your heart; or
so it seemed
how you pretended
to cherish
what we had;
there was something there
i saw it
i held you
and you left me
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 12:35 AM UTC
Notice, not iced, not frozen in opined climatic dramas,
as weather opinion taster's tongues stutter
in utter disgrace,
you never caught a rabbit, ah,
bite the hand that fed me, yes,
I did catch that rabbit,
or shot it, as it were, as Dead-eye **** before
prudence required Richards
to appear, where *****
had been heroes.
There is a war in Persia, and I pray it ends
sooner than too late, we know,
reliable life authorities, agree
wisdom from above causes peace and bears the blame
can whose spirit's will become wise serpents harmless,
on the wings of a snow white dove, reasoning Isaiah wise,
- prior to his being sawn asunder, don't forget
with wouldbe warriors,
answer fools prophylacticly
for the good, trudging up my hill…
what would you do to hike Tabor on Ibex trails, my will
get the picture, how unbelievable are miracles of science?
student of all the common catalogue of literally free for at-once
at tempting, the common sense underlying tinker toy logic Legos,
Lincoln Logs and fitted megaton stone walls moved
to mountains, more than once, once
for a very long time, mountains moved,
using the power we all contain, in cognate terms we lack word for,
goto run
until minds meld with Vulcan underlain Hephaestus smithy fists
holding renal adrenal pissingcontestust for victory,
ahstiffen strife, framer square
lower the boom, fit the framed POV official historic drop
plumb bob straight line promise, this balances that, the future is secure.
Suspicions in the breeze, just listening
to tomorrow weather
in New York,
as it slips
across the Cuyamaca's Pacific Crest, just below the jet stream…
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 5:08 PM UTC
For the love of yes,
I tear the caution tape from my ribs
and step into the pulse of the world -
raw‑knuckled, wide‑eyed, unrepentant.
For the love of yes,
I kick the locked door until it remembers
it was once a tree,
and trees know how to open.
For the love of yes,
I let the wind rearrange my name,
let the future drag its chair closer,
let the impossible clear its throat.
For the love of yes,
I refuse the smallness offered to me,
I choose the spark over the shadow,
the leap over the ledger,
the living over the lingering.
For the love of yes,
I rise -
not clean, not quiet,
but certain.
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 10:26 AM UTC
arms circle
and the room softens
my breath
steadies against your chest
a small quiet finds me
where noise lived
heat moves
through the gap
we kept guarded
i feel the name of myself return unpronounced
something
fragile
presses
forward then
settles
i remember
gentleness without
asking for it
the ache
loosens
just enough to be carried
we stand inside
a temporary yes
and the world does not argue
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 11:36 PM UTC
Is it okay to say no?
It's okay to say no
Why do I always say yes?
Why do I accept it?
“Don’t be so selfish”
“Don’t be so mean”
I only said no,
It's okay to say no
“You’re being greedy”
“Stop saying no”
No, no, no, no
“Pushover”
Fine I guess I won’t say no…
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 1:24 PM UTC
Sense, first bottom ness, foundation,
first place,
found, mindwise, mentalment, thinking
most measurable worth, strongest signal saying
scratch this itch,
think through a pin hole, imagine a pin, first,
but you must know pin from pen, already,
being you, reading these lines of word,
after word, warded and arranged,
to let slow meta- after state… be pre-sented
as what dreams may come,
should we allow magic,
as a gift that keeps no secrets… to take a truth
to task, make it do what truth is said to do,
set the captives free
my captivity, all my captive truths I said
my will, I submit, truth I know must be
all that ever is done, all together
at this once.
I think I see the outside ever, shine through
a hole made
by any single photon, once.
Camera obscura, magic once, no doubt,
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 9:42 PM UTC
if i'm honest i was
never worried about what
the answer might be
i knew before even asking
what she would say
no it was not
through fear
that my hands shook
nor doubt or uncertainty
that my heart raced
it was simply uncontrollable
excitement for the answer
i knew was coming
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 10:24 AM UTC
"No" lives inside my throat
Escaping only when comfortable,
not when needed
No to quests that remove me from my safe zone,
along side companions whom I love.
Yes when no is too fearful of actions of those seated higher above.
No to praise that would inflate my ego,
Yes to critique that douses all flames
"No" lives inside my throat
And she's been there since I can remember
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 3:07 PM UTC
In the realm where hearts do dance,
And Cupid wields his mystic chance,
A maiden fair, Mal, did reside,
Her beauty like a star, bright and wide.
Upon her, Cupid cast his gaze,
His golden arrow swiftly blazes,
Into her heart, it found its mark,
Love's sweet embrace, a tender spark.
Then came another, Ben by name,
A knight in armor, strong and tame,
Cupid aimed and struck him through,
A bond unbroken, true and new.
But lo! A third, Audrey was her name,
Enraptured by the sight of fame,
Cupid's arrow pierced her heart as well,
Turning her eyes towards Ben, to tell.
Mal saw this and felt a pang,
For love had turned, and she could not cling,
To Ben, her heart now yearned for more,
A love once shared, forever sore.
Yet in her pain, a seed did grow,
A flame ignited, burning slowly,
She vowed to find a love so true,
A love that would forever see her through.
So here's to Mal, and all she'll face,
May love find you, and never chase,
May you find a love that's pure and kind,
One that will stand the test of time.
For love is fickle, yet it can mend,
It heals the broken and makes them friends,
Embrace the journey, let your heart take flight,
Find the love that's meant to be your light.
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 4:02 PM UTC
What does sadness mean?
Are you sad?
I think, I am.
What’s your favorite color?
Green, like moss on wood after a drizzle.
Do you miss him?
Yes.
That’s sadness.
Are you sad?
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 10:37 AM UTC
And Whats Wrong With Having Two ?,
I Like You !
I Like Her Too !
I Want Both of you, That is True !
But to be Enough ? To be Everything and All ?
There's a few things I Must First Do,
And I Guess you Also ,
I Care not about Judgement from the Few Trust Me i Will Sheild You !
An it May take Some time,
But I Hope one Day to Make you Both Mine,
Then I Will be Fine ,,,,,,, ,,,L;ving L;fe as SkyWlkr This Lucky Little Swine*****
Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 12:11 PM UTC
At thought speed what's an instance cost
- adjusting thirst too much salt,
- take sweat stores, make spit,
- later, after recent thirst through
re examine the examined life,
worth it thirsty, worthit intuitively
quenched, no lucit licet vide
Gotta expand the penetralium,
gotta deal with spherical infinite points,
examining a lived life investment in others…
On the surface, just below the mountain tops,
certainty in time passing, here it was, today,
passing faster as I notice, half a day runaway
- it is 19:15, same day, that half later
whiling with a will to feel as fine as can be,
a one in nearer nine billion than eight, all being
the potential reader, the potential knower more
or less essential to the task at hand,
last straw,
Zippo all fueled, flicked in the wind,
telling who ever happens to hear,
listen, living with enough is enough for anyone,
living with less than a full **** sapien ration,
is a matter of mind and enviro-mental genetics,
breathe along the curve, think around the effort,
what knowing is called for to function animated,
become alive
in an active atmosphere of anxious thoughts, all
remenants of familiar spirits, the domain of we
the ones once called wise, for ways we know,
how we grow from suckling to sage stage,
wishing to know, both why and how, right now.
Wait,
we're here, we think
wait and see if we can think a way beyond,
same old reasons for defense spending,
same old reasons for earning a living,
same old reasons for holy terror and grace,
best breaths bet last, you know,
confess, say you know the secret reasons
for war and hate of the others who speak
as dogs, barking, and smell, of smoked fish.
Starlink, think, everywhere we put a solar
water purifier invented by Dean Kamen,
we could make life possible, comfortable
and all the Earthlings could use Google translate,
to read centuries worth of discoveries since,
Gobekli Tepi was hidden until we could
make sense of logotherapy, personally.
EKOCENTERs wherever useful cost less, by far
than the war in Ukraine, as of 8/26/2024,
many problems are locally mini
we were thinking you were saying,
go exxon- no, share this think
The USA budgeting and borrowing servants
toiling away in oligarchical lobster stacking orders,
selected by committees with donor profit share
maximization on constant priority, ever spending,
ever raising awareness for the payoff on investment.
Round figures, $300 Billion, on a war
for profit, bottom line perennial expenditure,
Industrial Base Support, {nee Subsidy, to La. Distr. 4.
good middle class incomes, and devine exec perquisites. }
Where did who invest whose time invested
in a musing adventure past last edge we spoke of,
this is new, day for with chocolate in my some time ago
coffee, plus the diet Dr Pepper, half eaten Carl's Jr.
get home in time to feed the recluse, useless,
laughing to himself, type, archetype tuned
in to the many mirrored experience enchantment
mental attach mentenough for a burp alert
remenants, remind me later, ding, soccer practice
active bombshell grandma in anybody's seventies,
yes, nuffsthoughtoughtasaid
you seem to think along these lines, where
from my vape charging chair, staring past
a half-eaten carls junior burger reaching out to me
- thirsty and the Dr Pepper's gone, swallow
could we be shared madness therapy,
past certainty, we make chaos spin
phi final analysis, if we must agree
this is it, this is the same river,
one ready reader finds it worth it.
we were rating for trading with whom
they must have wondered, at Bonelli's landing,
spell it like it is, we say bewondered, blundering
on,
expecting edit rights, extend throo wow, how long
today is our anniversary and for this guy, I never
learned, as in when it may have done a lot
of good
to think you imagined I kept breathing, remembering
to breathe, and truly trusting sleep in peace,
what's conceivably real,
old guy's serving what purpose, if not thinking
mere, what ifery, mind you we form, inform
just enough turbulence to take a breath a while
to suggest// a [aipause. yes
Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 11:41 PM UTC
In Riverside Square, a vision in blue,
A goddess descends, in morning's first hue.
Her train flows like rivers, the steps cannot tame,
Each fold tells a story, each whisper a name.
Her thoughts are a secret, a dance in the air,
Of a love that's awaited, a soul's matching pair.
The world may keep turning, but for her, it waits,
For the moment of meeting, the twist of the fates.
She dreams of a man, with hair like the night,
In visions so clear, she feels his light.
Their souls entwined in time's tight grasp,
Promises made, with each breath, they clasp.
From futures unseen and pasts well-trod,
Their paths have crossed, against all odd.
In the heart of the city, where dreams take flight,
She waits for Dublin, in the soft twilight.
The Now is her canvas, the past her muse,
In the dance of the cosmos, none can refuse.
For love knows no bounds, no time, no space,
In the Now, they'll meet, in a destined embrace.
As dawn breaks the silence, and stars fade away,
The goddess in blue finds the courage to say,
"Though time may divide us, and distance may test,
Our love is the journey, and hope is our quest."
With hearts full of longing, they reach through the years,
Their love is a beacon, transcending all fears.
In a world ever-changing, one truth does remain:
Love's promise eternal, again and again.
Beneath the canvas of a starlit sky,
Where dreams take wing, and spirits fly.
A whisper of the wind, a promise made,
In the quiet night, our fears allayed.
The moon, a guardian, watches over,
As we find solace in the cover,
Of night's embrace, where hearts are free,
To seek the truth, to simply be.
In every star, a story's birth,
A silent sonnet for our Earth.
We gaze above, and in our sight,
A universe of endless light.
So here's to dreams, to love's sweet call,
To finding peace, amidst it all.
For in this world of vast expanse,
We're given but a single chance.
To live, to love, to laugh, to cry,
To hold the moments as they fly.
An original tale, in time's great sweep,
A poem of life, for us to keep.
Mar 22, 2024
Mar 22, 2024 at 10:11 AM UTC
What is my operative word?
Go?
Stop?
Never, is it Yes.
Always it is No!
Sometimes in a gesture,
Occasionally in a gait;
If I were blind
And read by braille,
My fingers might feel Wait.
And we've met some
Who don't have
An Operative at all.
Dec 6, 2023
Dec 6, 2023 at 10:08 AM UTC
The simplest message of understanding that I can put forth to you is...I believe in you. I believe in us. I forgive you. I'm here. I love you. That is all.
Listen with What a Wonderful World- Eva Cassidy version ❤️
Nov 29, 2023
Nov 29, 2023 at 1:22 AM UTC
When I said, "I can,
I'm asked, how possible?
The moment I said, "I can't,"
The agreeing nod was audible
Obama did it...
You are not Obama!
Likely to fail like Edith
Sure! The poor bar man
I was taught
To stay positive till the end
Took my choice off the wrong thought
once I know, it's all just in my head
The agreeing thought was audible
The moment I said, "I can,"
I'm asked, how possible?
Yet I said, "I can".
Oct 29, 2023
Oct 29, 2023 at 6:00 PM UTC
Geek was fairly bad, yeah,
but if you really were one,
you maybe didn't know it.
Yeah, your time space mind
compresses to my mindtimespace
you
think up from nothing,
space is not the first thing you think.
Jan 25, 2023
Jan 25, 2023 at 2:55 AM UTC
alluring in mind
a temptation of the soul
maybe no or yes
Oct 10, 2022
Oct 10, 2022 at 7:43 PM UTC
---- critics should call it scatter brained,
it is never really waves,
if you look real
close, like
right in the eye- but, keep your bubble,
this
is my window into between,
that is the difference, between us, a screen,
flat plain,
explain my way from a single strand reality,
not in my time pal, that's just
not right.
We live as we learn. Life is complicated,
not confusion, chaos contained
that's life
in the last lane, look back, was it worth it.
You get your twenty bucks back if you ask,
nice, say I am not satisfied with the actual
pay for attention
point being stretched to splice into my life
with a stroke, of good luck, chair bound,
beyond time, Hawking waves,
hello, with all his fingers and toes, he knows.
Apr 29, 2022
Apr 29, 2022 at 1:45 AM UTC
I like to think that when you left me, you went straight to church. you listened to the sermon, but you couldn't stand up when the congregation sang.
I like to think that someday you'll stop trying to wash my scriptures off your hands with holy water.
I like to think that I'm that old mattress you had when you were ten; you always said it held the same familiarity as falling in love with a stranger.
the mattress' holes from falling asleep with lit cigarettes match up perfectly with my alibi.
I'm not to be trusted. I'm an angry human.
I grew up with broken glass in my lungs and cracked ribs.
something inside me snaps even further when the sun shapes your body into a shadow on my bedroom wall.
I want to redefine the word 'fire' with your name, and light candles with you. I want to make my walls sweat. I want you to burn up my ****** clothes. I want you to set my books ablaze. I want you to realize the hardest part is never letting go, but forgetting you ever had a handle.
you can't be the flame and the wick.
you need to leave me to burn down, like the altar candles in the front of the sanctuary, for everyone to see.
sometimes I think god hates me; I'm just a pawn in his and satan's chess game.
small and insignificant in value - I almost want satan to win.
after all,
if you are fire,
hell will feel like home.
but then I remember that I'm tired of controlled burns and scrubbing your soot off of my hands.
so I like to think that when you left me, you went straight to church. you listened to the sermon, but you couldn't stand up when the congregation sang.
and I like to think that Saint Jude called me out of your blaze, and that I left you there with all of your confessions and your communions in your own personal hell.
either way, it's not my cross to bear anymore.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
She took me serious,
When I included her children who wasn’t my own
She took me serious,
When judgement became irrelevant
She took me serious,
When she trusted me with internal/external wounds
She took me serious,
When clear communication expanded unconditionally
She took me serious,
When trauma or anxiety triggers became nonexistent
She took me serious,
When open conversations felt genuine
She took me serious,
When both bodies were respected
She took me serious,
When priority meant sacrifice willingly
She took me serious,
When God was involved
Dec 21, 2021
Dec 21, 2021 at 12:44 AM UTC
( I meant to paste the link, but it may all be here, ir there https://kenpepiton.com/?p=1291 it is an hour take, at time to spare)
Take the wish to be told and offer it
in storyland happiest
place we wish were was ifery wasifity real
that feeling early childhood film projected
sub-30fps
signals did not fit the bandwidth
at the time,
are any of us here, asked a cop,
he looked at me, said ohyer one o'those
and let us pass, Blue and I, a magic night
in story land allowed
where luck is not a factor, this is real,
mystics prayed this way, in scribbling
honest gnosis neosis snot tstoo til ever
curses,
foiled again.
Tin hats in the realm of watchers, hmmmm
elect-trick lady land in story land,
and exit,
if you will you may, here we have that rule.
Enjoy your time, all the attention you never
paid is how each idle words switches back
to we all know that
dummy. The Joy of {the idea enclosed} in what
you
thought fit there, the proto-noun-sound-suc
cess point. nada
point made.
and we know we know the game,
and we know it's not the same, this time
it is always the other way,
better next times, come to roost, with
an egg to lay
or a bone to pick, we hear
we know what giant steps lead to
from the spot
after when was thougnt.
right.
that thought to now, that fast in 2021.
Any kid can think it,
why didn't I?
Ah, Keds, the runfastsneakers past
in the cheap jaycee penny box, ah ha,
madjawink
think we steal the thought that brought
one of us,
once
this far, in total bliss, as life passes, nada
t'bitchabow budda doit any way
suffer,
let'emall sufferessot'be
fiction, trial run, it is a stream, gone steady,
in the old, meandering river shifting
fords from one place to another,
after the dams, I forgot, formative years
gears, scorned as folly,
golly
watch those would you look, I have seven
grandchildren, all who love, who has measure
to give that worth
to time and chance, give and take, make an oath
and, dam
that broke, who do we think we be, tv oath bound,
when you wish upon a star that is
Jiminy Cricket, listen, if you are a country kid being
test by the app on dad's phone,
grandpa calls who sees first, man or app…
John Henry, right, same page, new age.
Ambit by ambit
a little bit closer now… flex time,
look the game gate, it opened at 291000000
million, right. so if we re new, we know if we wer there
were, weird effects of maturing humans choosing stories
on a trail, my own twelve year old child,
lacked the father who is the narrator now
suddenly feel the white stripes are snow
cold as ice wake up drink water re think now then
--- facts of life only readers use, fishing tornado
blow my mind in time to see, twenty-twenty-one
fo'sho'
radioman, alive in the debitted digital experincepinch
are you awake in there?
You wanna come out, to play from om in we be
sin-cerely let go to be
as jappuyappyhappy as one wisht'be
first star
see, once that game really meant things
we can imagine like winning the lottery, then
seeing the end and changing it for the better
on purpose this time, the ancient war
comedy or tragedy,
for the drama post-arena, who shall bow
fore final curtain on this day
for all we may whished day was night. 2021.
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 6:20 PM UTC
I don't understand it.
Everybody want to be a savage.
Upscale and overdramatic
90's mentality, I'm still fightin' madness.
So tell me
What you know about classic?
Better think, before you pop off at the mouth
and do anything drastic!
I never changed
I continue to do me
956 to 323
I got power
I am father to many prodigies
I'm going to stay on top
of the game, until they body me.
So you made a couple of hits
So you qualify as a hitter?
Stop calling yourself a killer
if you ain't about it ni**a
Gotta be outside the box
This is why
You cannot frame me
for any picture!
None of you, about the smoke
but be so quick to burn it all
Just like a swisher!
I cannot face time, rather not waste time.
Most of you get loco
When you be on the liquor
My foundation stands by me.
This is not vengenace, this is vigor!
So stop trying to use my lines
You's a stolen-style shifter
You ******* stolen-line-spitter
I'm not saint.
I rather not be a sinner.
I tell my child
You can do
ANYTHING!
Daddy will always rock with ya!
2021, new era, new me, I am done
******* with you pretenders!
Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 12:16 PM UTC