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Ken Pepiton Aug 2019
genghis knew two food groups.

red and white, look it up.

Many Genghis genes remaing, tut tut tut,
no error yet, wait

in time the idea, the reason for so simple a sorting
is lost
and food laws arise to insure the purity
of progenity
"man ist vas man eats, nicht nur brot, y'kin, hear-ken"

destined to rule the world in the

here,
after all the others are killed by our wisdom and
dietary rules.

--- toxic masculinity
--- I heard first hand, a hipster-seeming voice tell me
--- Jordan Peterson is the source of the poison

Ah, am I to reply?
Am I to add a layer onto each pearl I feed the swine?

laque of knowing growing pains for what they really are,
we, the people,
blooming, bhering weight, finding worth

feeling ing ing the squeeze,
squeeze,
glory in the pain for gain, gain is good, grow, grow grow
try---umph
ic magi
bent and bowed bansai-wiseman, fed for years mere humble PIE
chanting more enthralled-folk songs
marching
words bubbling to the surface of spaceship earth,

blistering the deserts and the forests with black tar sludge
seeping from the fractures

to form mortar
to re
build the tower... that was Sad'am's idea,
it fell short in shocking offal from the rusting empir-
ical rule of laws of matter,

dis integrating to dust, leaven in the winds...

But every hundred years or so,
some one sees the problem
accused of causing the laquering of peace that seems
to be
beginning
to shine on
the rub,
the itch,

the cause celebre of this warrior mind, this
toxic
masculinity, but in the end

times change, nue and new and aljadid genii arise,

winds converge in great gyres and plan the melting of
the frozen one,

the great gyre in the north, the up-end of the spin,

locked these twelve thousand years
in de-salinated ice,

the salt squeezed from the very molecules of frozen ocean
once free

to spin
counter
clock, lock, lock the POV, see it, see it, see

the direction of the spin,
does it **** or blow?

You could know. Such things are not hidden now,

our simple sort of men have visionary tools,
eyes in the sky,

we look from the moon and see immediately,

there should be six spinners spinning currents
returning, turning turning
as winds return on their circuits on an un flat earth,

as Solomon noted in the sayings of Thoth;
so,
we see the ice, as ***** Gibson said it would be seen,

cybernetic, tic, you, tic, know, tic
what i mean
magi-
confidence in uncom-fort-ible
am-big-yous-is-us-ness

--- it was them ****** cow boys
--- imagined forever afters, based on guns for Christmas
--- appearing areal, Asreal can be, if one stared,
-- starry-eyed, Uriel appears to grant a wish, stare

staring in hope and prayer.
for all a child's prayer is worth

--- long-enough, at the wishbook from monkey ward
--- I'maxin' Please, Ma t'tell Santa I'd wear my guns t' school, Ma, I'd be cool.

hour-wareness of war;s worthlessnesses, winking eye sign;
pure floccinaucipilinihility, winks 'n' nods

manifestations of the imaginings of men,
wombed and un,

for money, not its use, just
luv o'the stuff it's made from in minds so inclined,

which tend to destruction from the mere knowledge
of a missing something, a meaning,
a hole,
a place of nada-zil-chic spells re re re main al and  
analible and
allathat, uninalienable mass of meaningful things...

name your God same as mine, shibbol-ethical as allhells-gnownstinki

fini.
eh? Fini? Uno fini, allathestinki? Bad-wind or kami-kazi?

it's a wish,
come true.
this world containing life, an air bubble to pre
vent
our inventions
from drowning in the fields of far-flung, far-fetched

god ideas gone sour,
for lack of a proper fungus. We can fix that now.

From now on,
we can listen to Lex Fridman sing "Simple Man"
from
a bubble remaining inside the lost disco years,

we can listen to Richard Feynman make plain what he meant
about life's locks all having keys in
a bubble remaining viable inside those Leave it to ****** years,

or read, since when in ever writing for ever began
and Google can translate, and
we can read by listening, now, we can read asif blind, and
see

there's more to this than that, why
settle for the simple, when

if
you step beyond, one step,
you find treasure
in truth
kept for you in the heart of your hiding child.
Aitia Macaronic Poet-try mused at a comment I heard in passin I began to imagine a toxic masculinity hiding in a child's closet waiting to take his guns to town, in 1957 the International Geo Physical Year, Hersey was researching The Child Buyer... those were times we got through
Sabbathius Apr 2015
Um barco na areia encalhado
De um inf’liz já quase acabado
Pela tempestade levado
Submetido a tão triste fado

Por maus caminhos de Proteu
Sem os conselhos de Nereu
O rumo traçado perdeu
Três mil e uma injúrias sofreu

Pelo o oceano ambos cuspidos
Conjuntamente destruídos
Ossos e madeira partidos
Rochedos e areal tingidos

Um último olhar para o mar
Já sem muito mais para dar
E menos em que acreditar
Assim um grito faz soar:

“Será só isto que consegue!?
Este corpo jamais se ergue
Vinde lá a onda que se segue
E que no profundo me entregue!"

Arrastado p’la margem fora
Que puxa-o a corrente agora
Para o além se vai embora
Destino Estige, sem demora


*Rumo ao Inesperado by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
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The first figure differs from the first reimbursing the pursing urge to splurge then comes second emended he is represented as father material the one who doesn’t poor your cereal areal in unreal he bails on real events when you want to vent to the competent he must have felt that wasn’t meant for a figurative roll can’t patrol what he doesn’t know how to watch you grow, why he is placed in second base when have home run is the one you are her son.
jeffrey conyers Feb 2015
Strange, when you look at others cultures.
How rules of stupidity rules?
Especially, when they using young girls, as marital tools?

By law, of these cultures **** exist.
But because men using religious logic the women rights are eliminated.

Abuse, is accepted to keep a child's bride under control.
When the male spouse is way older than her in various ways.

Where by law?
Rights for these girls are limited to this or that.

Written words of scriptures used to control.
With just these words written, you aware of this faith of old.

Rules that states, many males can make their spouses perform pleasure.
Even if it's not the type , she might later treasure.
What measure of areal man?
Would do this?

Daughters, mothers, women in general.
Was created to be cherished?
But by laws, their rights doesn't exist.

And certain culture of men gets power trips off of this.
Kalena Leone Sep 2016
now i'm the meditator
moving in slow motion
try, see what the lights looked like on her cloud soft skin

how long she spent in front of a reflection
using mother's new eye shadow
labeled Midnight, adding to her moonlight glow

sneaking kisses behind their backs
has been something i pride myself on
ride myself on

i touch all of you in the same places;
the difference being when you need it
but there are so many connections laced under your layers
that i have trouble ignoring.

"How do you know exactly how to touch me?"
I was born all-knowing.

that secret spot along the back of an ear
(the curled fold on a leaf)
anywhere the bristles poke me
(pine needles brush my shins)
where hair meets the back of a neck
(that vast lake, meeting the sky)
the shaft meeting all that hair
(base of a tree that fits my back)

the crease on a knee
(cracked soil in the desert)
the palm of a hand
(an areal view of connecting streams)
the tip of a ******
(a mountain peak)
the bottom lip, slightly tugged
(the opening of our damaged atmosphere)

That is how I know;
from singing to atlas'
saturating maps in my wetness,
staining myself with ink ...
and knowing exactly where to feel.
i used to be afraid of scientific diagrams of penises.
My beloved you are like warm shelter in winter
And just like a window in the real hot summer
In any severe assault you are like areal  armor
But to your questions I don't have an answer

Still I feel pleased in your innocent company
Your companionship makes me more free
In a desert of life you are like a shelter to me
A real friend in the dangerous deep rough sea

Your love is my asset your beauty my domain
In sheer hot weather you are but drizzling rain
Love is matter of heart and not matter of brain
It is like a string and never ever ending chain

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
My Miss
Let me kiss you from lips to the stream
Let me be free in my real love pursuit
Let me dangle and dance like light beam
Let me in trance follow unknown route

From line to line and from circle to circle
Allow me to measure just all the treasure
Let me analyze how seems areal angel
Let me accumulate all wonderful pleasure

Let me touch caress and let me just kiss
Let me be you and make you totally me
My sweetheart, my love honey my miss
I am just a drop of water and you are sea

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2018 Golden Glow
so much farther left to go…
bubbling pieces of my words that came out
a few hours ago.
i was stretching outward $wordfight$,
no one wanted to do it at that point.

we’re coming up on fields that bless
the earth with their areal embrace.
some people take up certain things
to put back in their place.

                    who ever would have guessed?
                it’s a lot of work to water a friend,
                            even as we’re moving over,
                         i can quench your thirst with
                                                  my drowning.
Twin Flame
Soul is like areal burning fire to seek
Its other half to be one and complete
Fire touches its flames cheek to cheek
Beauty in its elegance is ready to beat
All sham claims all fake interpretations
Heart touches heart and soul is to soul
Love in entirety has to face allegations
Communication goes from pole to pole
Beauty is to surrender love is to prevail
Assaults and attacks take what is there
Hand in hand lover and beloved to sail
This type of love show at times is but rare
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
The moment I saw you I am under spell
My love let me appreciate your beauty
Open your heart allow me to but dwell
With blooming neauty I feel more free
All flowers look at you with all fragrance
Skowers around you an aura of urge to merde
Your charming grace intends to embrace
This atmosphere urges to sweetly emerge
Now I am no where and you are evertwhere
I am astonished to see all love in a bloom
Love has burnt me what areal  wonderful flair
When I am alone you dance ansing in room
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright Oct 2020 Love Remains

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