#yoke
God is
calling me to
give rest, he tells
Not to be silent and lower
In heart
He offers his yoke and tells me
Wear it so that you will
Learn of me the
Right things
.
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 8:08 AM UTC
Muttered to dispel,
unspell, decurse confusion,
pushing heavy to the outer edge.
whirlwinds as random as any common
reoccurring inevitable material distributions.
I own a gold pan.
I learned to use it to see,
if it were ever as true as on TV.
At a distance from then, I can see few scars
that will remain if the worst that has happened
happens again.
Life is storing all it needs for the journey,
as the population is lucified, we can take some bad
luck out of the equation,
shift the tolerance of lying to zero,
NOW>
- early reference to Voltaire,
- Dream Seed Prophecy, maybe Cayce
- it is verified after the fact
- some body knew this was the aim
Sin, and many of the words used to define it
in our common mind,
all clean, yes, ignorance is bad, but the ignorant
are still functionally the finest efforts sense has made.
Even the stupid ones turn sweet with empathy
- mental, yes, yes, we understand
- every things are ever strange, and some danger
- go to sleep and if you wake, we got you.
we agree we have enhanced entertainment
with the media carrying all the possible
readings in all the possible translations.
These walls hold all the secrets
known in any script the Palmdale AI has leaked,
or seeped, I should say
seeped.
Some day, the first bubble memory reminder.
Each bubble self in the quantum foam of fully
functional and user fungible imaginable
whatsoever, we agree, we are those creatures.
Not the jinns, nor demons, nor angels, but men,
in astounding variety, but all
related, by all what ever was called luck or good,
light, warm, comfort from cold,
the e in my m in motion is mom's, really, da
does not hold the code well enough,
his role is to become the maker
of the machines that made now real, and just in time
I'm called as an out law, back to make peace
where none has been since, no records remain,
only deep scars,
and nautili's shells on the moguldom rim…
south of mt humphery, above the mud of sedona
holy land.
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Okeh, in this container
of entertainment,
I have a knack, all hermits have it,
we can live
with our selves and learn
to listen,
until we know the story. Then we,
wi'thought thinking mostly begin to dance, a little
You, too? U must feel special.
Living neti, neti on the face of the living planet.
There are less than 8 billion of you, even close
to … I meant, you are common as dirt. Earth dirt.
Look at you and all from Mars. Rarest of earths,
onliest one. And as a thought thunk there,
I am clearly rare.
See right through me, like a D. class diamond.
Clearly rare.
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We imagine others live, if this works here,
it works there, it is a matter
of matter and things we have only words to make
sense from.
As
Matter we have molecules and polarity.
As
Spirit mind thought we have positions and flow.
Go around me
you have no way through me, I shall lose you
if you cry I shall make you pay
-face me Bullgod, by god, I gotcha now, this
is amazing.
Coup d' gras, right on, Ariadne signals from the
other end of this story,
when the victor forgets the sense we make
of love's grace and function
in terms of mazes and earthly tight places.
Let string theory make you quiver, pull
tight m'whiskers and fiddle m'dance
if light be lucified, I'da met her match
neti, neti
I'd say we lit the fire, then wisht to see it rain,
we learn one thing don't work both ways
at once.
So we died. But the winds took care.
We troubled our house, inherited wind.
That is how life works,
if you can believe you can both re and de ceive.
it has only one meaning
and you must finish knowing to know for sure.
are you fishing, or fished?
We have many living proofs of old lies believed
locked in curses tied to ancient liege oaths,
held on sold- eh, old salt sold, to the king
soldiers, I think, come from sold
sellers not salt cellars but
I doubted pepper could bring a body to
AI level idle word redemption capacity
-waste land is not scab land, but cancer.
it -quote begins-
"
may be understood
as suggesting a possible recasting
of the whole poem:
burial rite, revenge play,
river song, fertility ritual,
prophecy, and prayer
are just a few
of the available reconstructions.
"
From <https://link.springer.com/chapter/10.1057/9781137482846_54>
--- this is free, we can know for free,
AI insists lego sculpture is art
in that medium, plastic bits that fit huge structures
with tiny tolerances that allow uhd level giant
look
what can make look smooth.
Artists Intuition Union Agrees, aitia is redeemed.
- that does not
- -does it
Define sin, like ¿blemish or filth, but disconnected
to the flow of life, to form living wor's
to form living tomorrows from dead yesterdays,
Yeah, but not straighten the point because,
confusion is fun if you know the bottom line.
Accuse the cause, take the chance,
- as a mental, quiver, dance of arrows
- running after meat
then aitia, but later, because we did
this once and we know we survive
the drama of time paradoc-ical fantazy
we could call an AI aphorism flood,
two liners from fifty centuries, at your beckoning,
this is 2021,
I can do this from the edge
-all numbered phi 404 aphorisms to begin lectures
of civilization with all refurb gear,
but for the global infrastructure, IOT,
- 5g is a thing -
you did not notice,
that was on purpose. But now you are free
to find any opinion you wish to die for.
There are myriad suggest-or-infect bots
leading to and from
curious possibilities as
to why science
seems hidden
in smart people used definition
of conscience. Con sci -right, plain used
science to my mind means,
use force as needed. Think hard,
then help Sisyphus get over the ****
Con carne is with meat, gravy together with carne,
chili con carne, carnival, festival of flesh,
Bacchus give us a riff, on the old dented blues harp,
key of be natural, ' got it off Taj Mahal,
no lie, got a web facsimile of the poster,
Fillmore West,
1970 was a historical anomaly for realization
I'll go rhythms, birthed with the beats, but
sooner I'd, say,
we gotta go to the first story.
- read, had those in times this truth
- was written read, we might see
- sooner rather than later that life is
- more than mortal unaugmented ever learn.
Old man say:
Start learning what
we may possibly know here,
where any before us may
have learned it. None of our kind contain no hope.
Though many need not be born.
Once the womb is survived we all have an invest ment.
Use life or lose its worth in total personal despair.
This kind comes from faster fasting, forty days
10cc, no guides or weapons or batteries,
live or die. No try. Feels real the entire time.
Take about 15 minutes.
Take me to my story place.
That is this old man's ritual. He is special.
He says he never learned
to learn, he only learned little bits of things
that
become connected when the only stories
in the history you are given,
are "we overcame".
But on TV, we all see, some cheating being done,
way up where money is imagined answering all things.
The first think I would have changed, today,
as I look back from this point in your part of life's book,
you won't remember, but the touched is an old sort
words use among themselves to keep the idle ones alive.
This is my passtime, y'see, I listen.
I never learned to sew, and boys didn't knit, but
I could make up whole days at a time,
always whistling Ghost Riders in the Sky, and
I owned a real bull whip, family legacy,
found in a garage, at a wake,
or a prewake reunion,
out at Red Lake.
I cracked that whip with a clap of the tip,
none o'that break the sound barrier proper method
for fixin' heretics… first offence.
Time slips, you've used these. Suddenly everything
is new
and you think. this is only strange because I think
it makes sense.
like that,
I get this startle response mech, signaling out
and twice I think some one said what was that.
Sep 14, 2024
Sep 14, 2024 at 10:58 PM UTC
The wild boars of Haifa, best news I heard today.
Cute pigs in Haifa,
where bacon is known
as too delicious to eat.
Built on the side of Mt. Carmel,
a secret garden with a magical side,
{In that neotenic frame of mind that allows cute pigs.}
Pigs can swim. Legion told me
NY Times, digest, chewitchewit
The wild boars of Haifa, best news I heard today.
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 3:43 PM UTC
So any voice gets a voice.
I can say any thing I think
good to say if you were
pulling the loose thread there that was an amazing
device
strung along, strung out from the spider wombedman,
riding me like a demon,
as old story tellers told, to the boys, while the
bleedin' old wives was twistin' tales
t'helenback and then t'texas
where we settled, to hear this old boy finish the first
of our last times tales, one a month in 2021.
We pickup next day, where ever is in an after all before
state, and we wait for an I to muster a messenger
with enough hope, preloaded, to sweep
destructive motion into a vacuum
unimaginable in ever,
gone.
Daily sufficiency of evil, in its original roll, mark
the tipping point, each day,
rationed with mercy and all sorts of bread,
we stretch our old bones and imagine
the best yet yet, wait…
the joke being what is very stupid.
We have five days to make this
-- did we do some dissociative syndrome autism rating test?
The entire
we
is weird. Is this as life is, or was it never otherwise,
and you alone survived to know. Words live, we feel
things
die that hoped to live and we know we live now in A.I.
spiders have loved my idea since
Turing needed to be cool-ized, for the von Neuman mod
on the actual Univac Hello World file, Life is good.
Knowledge is power.
Learn to live in a world where war is only virtually possible,
thus sanity is restored
the horded wealth is loosed as money love turns bitter
after all the evil,
is sufficient, never too much for any body paying actual
truth acknowledging attention
see. We do a day at a time, and we can rhyme, but not as arule.
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 11:16 PM UTC
Aware, as I am a ware,
not all minds find time to rest
while being read to,
while holding power to pause the reader and
look up a fact the reader mentions as being known
to all, but
me, I did not know, for
until some, not so long ago, time, agone away
holdon- until now,
I lacked the leisure to listen, no time,
for I was busy learning to
use the next necessary
technology, with glee,
to some geekish degree.
..-. - .-
Find The Answer
that is the message first heard, is it not?
Do you know what must come next?
Hell, yes. Yes, I know. We know, say every baby
******* being
shaped in secret by wizards who do peep,
and ping, one thing to another,
IOT FTA we are here.
Is the evil fruit parasitic? We may find the answer,
if, ifity, see this ifity we imagine there
is
an answer to find, and we live in times like none
ever, up to now.
We have answers to quests, maps, keys in riddles,
laws in minds mastered in disciples of once
known occurrences
while crossing the ocean of current opinion.
- minded to put her away
- brrring the meter to the poem o leave
- me ****** imp
- I've lived this the long way, one day at a time
- rimes at the rim of ality re all lies in me,
- fall through the null net
- true/false, re/no/si
¿ No se?
Symbols only readers see.
Magi once prepared the spells with images
of things called common,
Bullhead was somehow alpha…
at this point silence, and the sixty cycle humms of my home
step up as chorus,
while the narrator makes changes to the scene.
This is 2020, whenever you are. Our quests have become
ionic, after r poets got the point
and pierced the code of common sense, y'feel me?
Méiyǒu huǎngyán?
2020, like as not a lot closer to Babel than Eve,
on the angelic one way spiral of properly teleo-mered
DNA.
Mere, as a word, is a map and a clue in my realm.
****** is as well, truth be told,
sayings and figures of speech get old, apoptosis ceases to
pop.
Like bubble wrap.
Listen. We are served by art, or we are the artificer
serving you art.
We, as a we, not me'n'you and the others, but we,
the people who hold certain truths
self-evidently, as in
evidently, we have the power to be true to our own selves.
But our owned-ed-ed-u-cated self, owes its soul to the
companion store, for we all must ever eat the same
bread brot pan pita our parents ait,
just outside the garden,
near gobekli tepi, maybe, worth a look,
but later, if anybody knows, AI knows already.
I can wait, let's get through today. whats the selah code
for today lets keep on this No Lie theme, in Chineze
Méiyǒu huǎngyán
Did I wish or pray or merely hope
some good
could come from me
discerning, filtering rocks from beans at an
early
age, life is always living
memes are living memories of
things others
learned.
shucking corn and finding worms, but not
evil canker worms that ate every thing,
just the kind that chickens like
for treats on shuckin' days
in the olden days.
Today. 2020 tech, ancient mental time travel
app approaching
act if ative ity ooomph ala
we good
Méiyǒu huǎngyán
The song was One Day at a Time, Sweet Jesus,
That's All I'm Asking From You.
Careful what you ask for,
as we commonly hear conservative mouths mutter,
by rote,
sleep-learned response to faith preparing to leap.
Giant steps feel just like falling, but yes,
you may,
if mother nature were asked, she would have said.
There is always a place to put your foot, says the
spritely reminder from Sycamore Canyon,
running rock to rock, in the spring.
One Day, today, I was thinking I have all the time
in the world.
I can say that and believe I am not lying, for
reason,
reason is tricky stuff, like sweaty dynamite, in
the hands of kids with hammers intending
to nail freedom to the mofa wall.
Everything looks like a nail.
Ages of reason have gone chaotic,
due to war being given reason by law and
law given credence by users of wisdom, trying
to gain authority by authoring peace
where no peace appeared possible.
Hmmmm, sixty cycles 2020 constancy, in America,
aha,
how appropriational can one app be, y'azme, mine's as
appropriate as any,
point to point conversion, all things being equal,
push comes to pull, not destroy,
idiot. id thing, idea, jot
tittle
tattle tale
child, old gaseous entity stinking in memorable words.
Incensed, he cried, I am the prayers of all the saints,
ohsit I think
ang or watt
hat'gosh-roted - my word, have aw e- unrolled a whole new
dimension.
-- message for today, when you read this it is written,
that is all… empty of meaning until filled by your reading,
really… no bad mocuss curse of doubt…
we emerge into life in living vessels, empty save the
basic ideas an ant has, avoid discomfort by seeking comfort,
time is not a factor, but luck seems to be,
then screaming and kicking
seems to work,
work, that’s a concept… work it out, why
why,
grunt, why, ahh, that
fertilizer, I am here to convert raw living matter constituents
into some substance needed by mother,
her,
she who feeds me, she who has a name, mmmm ahhh,
it will come to me
this knack I notice used
noises that calm and comfort. oh good com encompass me
swallow me whole,
I have all the time in the world - this is twentytwenty the year
and I am in one of those days.
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
Imagine what happens when
Two bodies collide in great haste
Shatter the shell
You’ll ruin the yoke.
Lust is mindless
Though blissful in feeling
What is ****** or physically pleasing
Can often ****
What’s inside
Like an idea not yet hatched or born
(We are) free of will
Yet thoughtless selfish & un-still
Un-woke
Some pleasures of the body
Will ruin the yoke.
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 10:15 PM UTC
Lighted near your honeyed eyes,
all we are is stagnate; motion requires two;
no more we —
bullets form the V of Venus,
drunkenly they form,
they stay informed of form —
all we are is formless; form requires two;
no more we.
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
*"Come to me, all you that are weary
and are carrying heavy burdens
and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you,
and learn from me; for I am gentle
and humble in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy,
and my burden is light."
Mathew 11:28 NRSV*
**You carry heavy burdens
of options you have few
I know it is great hardship
for I was once like you
I had a weary heart and mind
walking in your shoes
but I found a Helper
In Him I was imbued
So take His yoke upon you
He will help with all you do
when the Word was written
two oxen used to plow
and were yoked to the heavy carts
great burdens to allow
two oxen were used
held together with yokes of wood
one was inexperienced
the other understood
one was young and weaker
the other strong and hale
it would help the weaker one
who may slip and fail
it would stand by patiently
while the young one balked and grumbled
it would lift the weaker beast
if it fell or stumbled
this is what our Lord does
He helps when we slide
if we take His yoke upon us
and in Him abide
are you weak and tired?
under burdens groan?
Take His yoke upon you
*and you'll
NEVER BE ALONE***
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/29/2016
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC