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Ken Pepiton Apr 2019
krause asu
AN accident.

That's how, but why?
Many universes, many realities, imaginable

conceivable

how long must one live in a cardboard box
to confess the experienced
boxtime
altered next from then to now.

Copenhagen Calvinist or Lutherin or Anabaptist

holier than I, as was I, as the Hermit hidden
in the fool on the hill,
telling secret meanings to nowhere man, now
here
we're...

touching a time when knowing out paced known
knowables, imaginables were

imagined, not evil, but fine tuned to approach
per fection in effect

what more can I ask? All my debts are paid.

Accidental debt accrual demands accidental debt relief.

Political-lic, that's where my party stands.

Jubilee, nowhere has the ver been
a time like

now. We being at all, as mere words, heard only once,
never uttered

utter non sensed tone tuned to augmented minds

-- bio logic circuit
-- try a spark

Gleam in grandpa's eye, try umph, boy. Better up.

Swing and there is the crack of the bat

never heard, a clap

just now, you are on the ball, and this is
what that always means,
history-wise.

Okeh. Like safe. No war. Okeh. Mark to follow, someday.

biologic circuitry is so unbelievable,

to whom? All who see the supsumpsystems and the info resources,
re re re, every, meaning as if ever were in
finite, every things reasonable countable and measured,

AN ark is a box. Rectangular, most oft.
A box. Hermits live in boxes, some times,

with a coven-ante-cipitate, tincture
of this and that, with a drop o' Paracelsus fave,
Hermetic hermenuetic magishit.
Mercury, liquid conducter, okeh.

You axt a reason for the faith in the wrong *******
autodidactic augmented and medicated old man.

I hapt to save a dammercury switch from an old thermostat,
with a bi-metal coil we could
spring
into action and launch afacethefact face that fact face of fact
fracture
tap. Twist it, there, balance, level, spirit levels bubble
hermetic form flow act
ioncat ion quest
ion--

spark-- the idea imagicish dealybob- gleam
right

the feeling of gleam. Toothpaste imparts
*** appeal, I pana imparts diligence, pepsodent is perfect
for explosive types averse to yellow,
stripe,
oh my god,
game changer. Hidden persuaders never saw us,

by stripe are we healed and made bright white and loveable,
said the tooth from the future, we learned, in school, to love
each night, with a brisk brush before our
prayer for no cavities could be answered.

tap right there.

Gem quality. The meaning of life, I magine, is more.
a simple, as they say, muse. A little think on being the ball.
Steven Resteman Apr 2014
Ricardo KAKA is not just a soccer player. He is the sun shinning on the soccer field. When he smiles it fills everyone up with an enormous sense of joy. When he gets benched, it's like an avalanche after an earthquake just destroyed every building. But when he scores even the opponents' stadium has to clap. When he plays is the conducter of the syphany. Some say "Bend it like Beckam." but I say "Ball up like Kaka."
Timothy hill Mar 2017
A body of music chords and sturms not required.

The body here never will it retire.

Most will seek and listen to her for desire.

Multiplier, of logic into her music she will muse your health, and tickle your sprite.

Not simply drew into scene with graphite.

At camp sights she's the fire bringer circle form of souls.

To behold, her lessons and keys to Understand, life is music, and all shall remember there worth.

Adagio, listen and enjoy for you will discover your path of being.


Albino lips speak hush your rigid anger.

Let music cleanse your behavior and calm your conduction.

The man ask of seduction, your scale is fierce keep in my mind, your beauty is musical made into devine.

No body yet you, that is "who" the conducter

We are keys in your puzzle, made to seem the reason of all.

So the keys you are now surround me with your flaws.

Disburst and subtract resume as once was.

Go threw life scaling above basic moments.


Life made mysterious, with craters on soil.

Music made to be heard.

So why not grow some more herds.

For points not able yet to be reached.

She made a music melody, so advanced when you hear your mind, will unlock hiden potentials.

That are truly essential.

For a life as a magical condition.

It is a heart, that made life as art far away yet right at place .

So as pulse and rate are in harmony with soul.

You conclude, your self on a plane that your riding coach in luxury comforts.

Gas never needing refilled for your life force is all that it will appeal.

Music is our ears soother telling us to love more than hate.

For hate has only a slow un natural pace.

That we as keys should avoid at all times.

You my music, I commences to ease the world into your harmony and power.

And shake your favorite chrods at it so it may become untralved.
This a theory if music was life.
RavenLily Apr 2013
Looking for a sign,
Sreaching life,
Catching glimspes of life
Life moves as a fast moving train on a path of never ending unknowns.
Standing in the middle is the lost and clueless trying to catch that ride.
Some fall and lay their tears crying in their own pain
Some fall and rise to a higher standard of pain to
Fall harder.
Some get lucky to have the train slow down so they can glide on as their ease.
Some just fight, fight and fight more for what ride they need want or demand in life thats best for them.
The fighters, are the woundec broken and rebuilt and put together with cheap glue..
But they fight
With blood seeping from their eyes
They fight for what makes them breath..
Live
Or just keep going
All to get to the end of the ride of their dreams
Even when they feel its
A lost ride and the conducter of the beatuiful train has given up and left
They fight inner battles
Ugly monsters
And protect what they need for that prefect ride....

Now ask me what i am? A fighter or someone who gives up to the pain and lets the world step on them as they go by...ask me..i dare you..
Jose Rodriguez Feb 2016
I'll gladly keep the rope off my neck if it means I get another giggle
This glock will stay in the shoe box if you have a decent joke
The pills will stay in the bottle if my laughs get my beer belly to jiggle
Why traumatize the train conducter if I get a god sent smoke
40 reasons not to die
2 grams of hazy happiness
I'm busy looking at the sky
And soaking  in the emptiness
#40oz

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