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"amah" poems
Wage-slave, renter, debt-ower doer of nothing now, but consumption - I consume power - I use power another might - I listen to the news, I seldom read I tried, I tried, said the tennis worker, whose name caught my ear- Stefanos Tsitsipas, sounds like Sisyphus, my happy reminder. We push our way to new places, or we may pay our pointy gnosis snif ifery attention to sign-if-icant curiosis need, to know way to go. At tend to, that, we all need that one thing, one needful thing, one thing we do, that none other may do, we see one thing- this is me, my bit of us, we bubble with joy when doing this, doing this, and that, another doing that, and, indeed, we do as we see one thing… form a point to life, poetry, the mythic force. Eustacy, joy's veritable power, swells with a feeling now called pride. Joy is not the pride that comes before the fall. Joy, heartfelt, next-worldly joy, you know, Joy bell bubbling soul joy, sensational, subtle, so soft sometimes, whispers wish wish wish sweep away the first formed fear, now, know the need to know is not a treasure to be horded omagod.. jagonnasayit jesu save us, all the treasures, cried to the priest, the host, cried out to Na'amah, some tales tell, is it true? --maybe, but, it's a retell of a retold tale, --In this story, Na'amah is Noah's wife, -- she who bhor alone the knacks of Cain --- live lyve liv e set free for future use --- gibberish, you wish, but future use telley-osis-echo-ist ping ping ping scrub jay emphasizes, earth time, listen there are maybes that never are, scrub jay saying, here am I, there are you, this is what we do. -- then a breeze of if-I-knew asked me for a lift.
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Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 2:56 PM UTC
kenpepiton
A breeze of if-I-knew asked me for a lift.
Wage-slave, renter, debt-ower doer of nothing now, but consumption - I consume power - I use power another might - I listen to the news, I seldom read I tried, I tried, said the tennis worker, whose name caught my ear- Stefanos Tsitsipas, sounds like Sisyphus, my happy reminder. We push our way to new places, or we may pay our pointy gnosis snif ifery attention to sign-if-icant curiosis need, to know way to go. At tend to, that, we all need that one thing, one needful thing, one thing we do, that none other may do, we see one thing- this is me, my bit of us, we bubble with joy when doing this, doing this, and that, another doing that, and, indeed, we do as we see one thing… form a point to life, poetry, the mythic force. Eustacy, joy's veritable power, swells with a feeling now called pride. Joy is not the pride that comes before the fall. Joy, heartfelt, next-worldly joy, you know, Joy bell bubbling soul joy, sensational, subtle, so soft sometimes, whispers wish wish wish sweep away the first formed fear, now, know the need to know is not a treasure to be horded omagod.. jagonnasayit jesu save us, all the treasures, cried to the priest, the host, cried out to Na'amah, some tales tell, is it true? --maybe, but, it's a retell of a retold tale, --In this story, Na'amah is Noah's wife, -- she who bhor alone the knacks of Cain --- live lyve liv e set free for future use --- gibberish, you wish, but future use telley-osis-echo-ist ping ping ping scrub jay emphasizes, earth time, listen there are maybes that never are, scrub jay saying, here am I, there are you, this is what we do. -- then a breeze of if-I-knew asked me for a lift.
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