"chron" poems
he laughs at me,
old, edentulous, wrinkled.
excruciating, the smile,
excrescent.
ecs, ecs, ecs
- the laugh,
cacophonous,
cacographical.
the ruff of an eddy,
abysses of exasperation,
the laughter of time,
voraciously lustful.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 7:39 PM UTC
eyes so green
dream so blue
can i come **** it up with you?
come with me, meet the crew, and we'll move you on to something new
come with me
if you want the greens
cause ***** goggles is how i see
Blunted till i see visions
i got something to say so you should take a seat and listen
see livin lifes a mission but the benifits is missin
i got you a drink so you should prolly get to sippin
don pereigom till im gone
and OG chron is all im smoking on
see on the weekends the hennesy is flowin
and i always leave the ******* on the dot and in a dash like a semi colon
Homies only i dont **** with any of you newbie *******
like B rabbit yo i made my claim to fame
and the gold in my bars i dont need a ******* chain
you aint been smoking the dank and the governents to blame
mind is gettin cloudy i know you might feel the same
blunt after blunt until im numb;
novacaine
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
Metaphysical meaning of Lod
Lod, lod (Hebrew)--
division; conception; emanation; pregnancy; travail; nativity; birth; contest; cleavage; fissure; strife.
A city of Benjamin (I Chron. 8:12). Its Greek name was Lydda. In the New Testament it is called Lydda.
Meta.
The breaking up of an old group of thoughts, or thought habit in consciousness, that a renewal of the mind may be accomplished. In other words, the effort that the seemingly human mind expends in bringing forth new and higher ideas, or the strife and contention that attend the breaking up of error that Truth may be brought to birth and take precedence
(division, conception, strife, travail, birth; a city of Benjamin)
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how would-could you know that my Hebraic background,
gave me a specialist insight into your writings,
in any language you employ
each and every trait.
in a potpourri scented and secretly elixered
division, conception, strife, travail, birth, travail
fissure, contest, nativity and birth
a potion powerful that needs to take
the moments of anyone's life
and bring to it, to them,
scope, recognitions, inside light,
for all conception
is precessed
by de~visions of,
strife, travail, birth,
for us all, even those,
who hail not from Lods {z}
there is much mystical here,
even magical emanations that occur in seconds,
how does one concept~conscript them,
to take, remake, mold them
both new and old simultaneously,
is a quality super
so truly human
so Agnes, write to us, write for us,
in any language of your preference,
for the it is the
captured content of those exquisite seconds,
that is all that matters,
and be of good cheer,
for your are
well received
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 2:56 PM UTC
Apotosis
the need to be needed at the level of corpuscular order,
tunnels flushing- usable to useless,
three cycles per sixty pumps synched
wavelike
recently discovered fact,
squeeze
them sphincters, wiggle that tail,
this is that, or
better said this is as that was.
That's over. we timed it.
Apotosis,
is a messenger, you might
see it as a program, a chron-job,
an I'll go rhythm from the ole Pepiton lexicon.
Apotosis of the completely alienated
right, if nothing works as well as all the evil let be-ers think,
then we know everything is getting better than that.
True, hold right in the side of your mind you are on best terms with,
judge the messenger by the message,
this is judging angels. y/n
get a grip, some such rights ain't
alienable,
we are on team earth,
**** sapient sapient augmentalatedus,
new construals of what we may be
and these words
are flowing where dry bones were,
last I noticed.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC