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Life charges at me, full speed
Like an eagle, I spread my wings
Soaring above everyone and everything
Flying through haters and negativity
Pumping out positivity
“Keep your head up kid”
Grateful that someone speaks life into me
Daddy denied my existence
Had a rough beginning
I can testify to the struggle
Dived head first into deep end
Sinking because I could not swim
Death was imminent
I wish God would've ended it
Lord knows I tried hard to take myself out
But God has a purpose for my life
Just haven't figured it out
I will soar and spread my wings
“Drop down and get your eagle on”
No, that is no longer my thing
I will stand up and do what is right
I will charge forward
Make something out of my life
“Keep your head up kid”
#DAMNRIGHT

P.S.- To all those people who tried to tear me down, catch ya on the flip side!

*PEACE AND MANY BLESSINGS!
Ken Pepiton Jul 2019
Ruler first or ruled

in the grand
scheme
of things

the inter-e-
stop

interest
interesting times, quants of time,

quants divisible, but

non-un-en-tangle-able as opposed

at tthis moment
with tangibility being the re-
al-it-if-I-can temptation

time is permanently temporary here,
if that's okeh with you, as

peacemakers were learned to say.

Leave us let this be, see we was never taught,
we
was caught, and we learned

I can-tations
I caint-tatations yessir nossir, damnright,
I'm white trash

from way back. Hillbilly Scotts and Fisher man Sicilians.

Outlaws hang from my family tree
with some honor, omerta. doncha know.

My great granddaddy fought in the Lincoln County War,
on the side that won.

Ever last one o' my kin's sons,
I ken re
call

was left with a life t' live after
winning a war.

Then came me,
and I'as left t'live after losing war after war after war

for no reason,

those was unreasonable wars.

We was poor boys made men by God
And the Corp-
us, the embodiment of an esprit d'corp

-- flash (the real kind, where you remember an event
in time re-
lated by the merest of mere threads of
wonder)

what if, you are reading this and its like
reveilatory
re-veily girl wwwuwu
re-unveiling, luring

you

to a true-ly, like true,
(you can't tell the difference, no diff, right? D'Israeli, maybe.
said that, aside)
true
Hell. Imagine that.
You can't.

Searing hot iron truth:
no condemnation here, no more, ever on
this edge,

if
things stay balanced.
Any time, past now, is mortally pre-carrious

im' guessing that means pre-tooth rot,
but, I can check…

I 'as wrong, lookathis:
precarious (adj.)
1640s, a legal word,
"held through the favor of another,"
from Latin precarius 
"obtained by asking or praying,"
from prex (genitive precis)
"entreaty, prayer"
(from PIE root *prek- "to ask, entreat").

Notion of "dependent on the will of another" led to
extended sense "risky, dangerous, uncertain" (1680s).

"No word is more unskillfully used than this with its derivatives.
It is used for uncertain in all its senses;
but it only means uncertain, as dependent on others ..."
[Johnson]. Related: Precariously; precariousness.

From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=precarious>

tooth-rot persuasion-wise, I'as right.

Jahnsan, we assume Samuel or some other dangling
Johnson, says *******, who rides me

through the raison patch from time to time
so I can see the angel.

The messenger, the very one, told
the Prophet professed to be that lastest wit' the mostest

but un-propheside of precariousness

this very voice manifest aurally, in the
non-shadow-casting image of a pillar of light,

highbeams on a foggy night,
from far away,
then blam
headlights

the voice it said,
"Read".

Twice. Nada mas. Read. He heard it.
But he could not read, so
highly spiritual
was he --
post allakindaholyshit
to him, alone,
an angel of light, with new good news,
just in time,

write this down,
its
weird.Wait…
Wars could …

They could.
Wait. ( as we have, and may, yet.)
Wait,
I can see what the professed prophet can see.
I did read.
He could not.
Ought he to have taught? Who am
I to judge,

times and times and half a time,
that clock,
did it have an alarm?
Trust and obey, its the very most fun, Jeffersonian obediance, if y'please.
Ken Pepiton Jun 2022
Have your mind made up in time,
you see the same stories
situational reaction is predictive
free will is knowing what to do next, right
same spiritus possessing olden souls, children of daughters
of the sons of Ahdam, damnright, s'true

once, there was some of us sons of gods,
musing spirits witness this, and testify confabulation
is not lying, nor is it evil,
it is good to think whatever, whatif, it could have been,
you know,
told right, you can make mythic reconnections, using stories

retold, peacemaker-style… spaghetti western soundtrack
reheard the word of God, come upon the poet-seer-teller-feller,

He said, Imagine this,
of course, in the spirit, imagine this, a holy way,
in the course
of mortal events, life's little phases between times.

Pupa mind, expanding the enveloping  the cocoon.
old tricks

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