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Enzo Nov 2019
NNN
I think about you more often than not
It’s November, and I don’t to
But you make me want to nut
Mohd Arshad Jul 2016
Nnn
Artist
Makes his own face in the moon

And disappears leaving stars
For the people
EmperorOfMine Oct 2018
F l o a t , mydear , i n t o  a  n e w  r e a l i t y

T h e  o n e  h e r e  i s  a  s i m u l a t i o n

O u r  f u t u r e

O n e  w i t h  t e c h n o l o g y

W e  w i l l  c o n q u e r  r e a l i t y

A n d  w h e n  w e  d o

W e  w i l l  b e c o m e  i m m o r t a l

W e  w i l l  l o n g  t o  d i e

Y e t  w e  w i l l  n o t  s e e  r e s t

A n d  w e  w i l l  m a k e  a  n e w  r e a l i t y

T h i s  n e w  r e a l i t y  i s  y e s t e r d a y s  p a s t

Y o u  a r e  l i v i n g  i n  t h a t  r e a l i t y

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                                                 enjoy
Boo
Happy Pre-Holloween
Mateuš Conrad May 2017
i'm pretty **** sure you'd gobble this like i did, wolfish;
it's a reinvention of the original: sweet & sour...
but this is                            sweet & salty.
  mmm...
                          rice noodles! rice nnn! that almost see-through
squids of tangles...
                       not egg noodles! not egg noodles!
rice! rice noodles!
          and then we fry some bacon,
                              add a bit of mushrooms...
                                          a few pinches of paprika...
         and then the magic happens...
                                honey....
                                 followed up by some soy sauce...
mmm, keep frying...
                            some pepper...
                                       then nicely cut cherry tomatoes
to break apart the sweet from the salty with some
                                                                                 acidity,
and then some parsley to garnish.
                                                                    woof!
went down like a storm, it probably took me less time to
down the bowl of noodles than i took to cook it...
           but what an ingenious concept, rather than the classic
sweet & sour...             sweet & salty...
                                     comrade mao would have approved:
just think how simple it sounds...
                 it's not exactly, hoisin sauce,
        honey
                                soy sauce
                                                             cherry tomatoes:
oh **** me... you need a buffer zone...
                       some sort of acidity...
                          if you were going to bottle it i'm sure citric salt
would do the job... but in real time? when you're actually
conjuring such a recipe?     cherry tomatoes...
          and no... egg noodles won't do... they're too heavy,
they won't soak up the juices...           so you need the squid-like
tentacles of rice noodles...          and yes, fry the concoction
        in some chili infused olive oil.
a microcosmos in under 15 minutes...
              the universe disappears... and the idea of a polyverse
                is but a ****; and a burp half an hour later.
Kaz Arat Oct 2014
Son
Just now,
after two ***** cranberries
Errol burst into tears.
He began with an aching whimper,
but loud,
and my little self boiled with indignation,
this "how dare you take my time--this is my time"--
my time to watch pause-able movies, and read endless Facebook posts.
Secondly, after a tiny moaning cry
I run into the room
and in the black find him
to pluck him from his sad dreams.
There is the happiness
though,
the thing those mothers yap about
covered in hair, ***** from a week's sweat,
the tired, collapsing hug of an infant
wakes me from my drunkenness
to weep.
I bring him into the light and he releases from the crook of my neck to stare with wrinkled eyebrows
and I wonder what I am:
This woman,
a smell,
a voice,
a flowing, shadowy goddess who rescues a sad boy from sick dreaming.
Then he plucks at my nose and nnns.
Then ears.
Then laughs.
Then sighs in a real, big, adult way that shrinks me.
As I carry him sideways into the kitchen I wonder,
will he write stories about the late evenings and his mother's red glass?
Drunk mothers and the babies who love them.
The Nameless Nov 2016
I think, I think, I think therefore I think I am
Mechanical little workings, I tick I am I think,
But there are no certainties in thought, that's why it's
ff*     uu       nnnnn         nnnny,
   ff       nnn           nnnn                        honeyyyyyyy     yyyy         yyyyy
                                                       ­                                 yy           yyy
She asked if I found Jesus, but he's laughing
Ha      hhh                                          ­                                  ha
     ha           aaaaaaa                                                         ha              haa
'Cause he just wanted directions out of the tomb,          *Ha

He don't have Alzheimer's or nothin,'             HA
He was just trying to find himself.                                                    ha­

My pockets are heavy, heavy, heavenly heavy
With prayer stones and dog bones
And secrets that tick,tick, tick therefore am
Am, am am amamaMAMAMA
                                                   ­    M
  I                           ?                           A                             am
         Who am                            M                           who am              I
                                             ­           A               *I

       ?                                            M
            ­                    Who                  A               am I

Wailing like a helpless baby                                                 WANTS
That at least knows what it wants.                wants
What do you                               YOU
you           what                                        you            ­                        wants
    WANT           do                     you                   wants      YOU
  you         what do you                               YOU         wants  you
               **want?
Not really a poem, just a tiny excerpt from my thought catalog where my mind is allowed to get lost.
Mateuš Conrad Jul 2018
you... you really can call certain
                       ethnic generics, authentic i.q. mimics.

nothing bad about it...
some people have lost
the credibility of authenticity...

in that:
    there's a "hyper-inflation"
of origin... subsequently
guise(d) by a necessity
to mimic, craft replica -
subservient to their
     reproductive "agenda"...

there's nothing bad about
mimics -
   but then there's the world war I
style inconvenience of
plagiarism, and the:
in between the entrenched:
no man's land...

thank god that heidegger
allowed the distinction
between the
volkhaft (populist)
volklich (communal)
                                and...
   völkisch (folkish)...

   i'm pretty sure, that the latter?
is the only exclusive sentiment
within what, the former could
be fathomed, within the confines
   of globalist inclusiveness...

would the mimic culture
even comprehend the goosebumps
sensation, listening to folk
music of, an european tinge?

really?
   something akin to richard parker's fancy
translates, like
that fashion statement in the orient,
of donning schutzstaffel uniforms?
"aw in goo' fa'... nnn"...
  
        perhaps revisiting the moon,
would do humanity some goo'...
                   devil might know...
devil might care...
                       or whatever came about
with the O, omicron impetus behind
the "name", hidden...

      or what became the lost Δ in
either good, or god...
        go! goo! schpread! blobby!

        nabla (∇) + delta (Δ) = magen...
        
the rest?
          ah...
                          should that even
matter, after this was written?
brewed like a hipster

___JAAYYADEEEDDD

helped like a vocalized yelper, pinched in the **** and ran all four blocks to the next bit,

DURMAT SOIHT

drowned is silent silent tsoylent slentslent solylent


BREEEK NNN KEEEYPPP

and devoured bt cannbais craviigs, cars and cars and thea cars,  imagine still life, so provoked and taking care of characatures and dreaming ion the next lie

Orient lrlent
orient orient


the next balcony,

the next symphony,
how could the words work and how could they be?  this tragic knowing/unknowing

Swing sigh swish okay

tragic and lost in the arts of sway and seduction,

drowned in times fear for onion front sdospaly or affection
could thus carry on?  this stream?  is it agony?

nb ts yearining, its calling can’t you see?


your eyes can see

HMSTr
Delton Peele Mar 2021
o
you broke through my defense
with helo
then we skipped the light fandango
and

Oh
you dont even know
I gaze into outer space
and in everything i see
traces of you
in color
i see hues
that you
look divine in

my favorite pastime

re- live
our time
in my mind
its a volatile
couldren of stark
raving
gladness
even though
youre with  someone
else  
my friend
i love you
staight through
without end
there is nothing that could ever
tame
the pure freedom you bring
I know you hate the nick-name
MOUSER
you are my
Raison d'être
and you complimented
that by   making my
entire life sanguine
you left without being mean
didnt cause a sceen
said not one
disparaging
thing




U are simple
my favorite
day dream
picturing u

I
Transcend
into
you
AND
you should know
u
could never ever
comprehend
the sublime intervention
you ushered
in

the intensity of
what you have
given me
there arent words to say the
least
we havent even
come up with an emotion
that could handle it.
my love for everything has increased
during a time when

My life had been
entangled
by the
Infidel-a
cruel ela
careless  
Jezabel-a
mistress
of painfull
memories
maestro
of the
wailing
cathedros of woe
I questioned every poor decision
made
!
I drew her out of bleak
misery filled her with self pride  placed her on a pedestal
alas
I
soon discovered
I  could not vanquish
the evil
that had  been done to her
and in the summer of my  life
my Machiavellian
soul mate
my ex
wife  
tortured defiled and
smiled  
saunterd away
not only left me bleeding
but also said she didnt respect me because
I kept taking her back
after her cheating
meanwhile convincing
everyone
it was me
because i never said anything
its embarrassing
I was taught
not to air your ***** laundry
and maybe thats just me
but its common knowledge  
not to lie
  It s irrelevant
I cant spend more words
on it

Defeated rejected standing at the brink
i lost hope felt ugly  
an as unsexy
as a
Muh
YOU
APPEARED

youre sweet essence
and genuine interest
carried me through
you
are the
total eclipse
of my
unhappiness
mmm

nnn  


since I met u im
confident in every decision and mistake
Ever made

out of the montage
of
chaos
every single step
had to be made
in order for
me
to behold youre
unquenchable
beauty

my drug of
choice
YoU


addicted

and im sick  
i want you
so badly
and my
heart home and arms
no matter what will always
be


open

my
friend
im just jazzed to be here
and to have
met you
thank you
and
P.S.
In case you dont know

I
Love
YOU
Ken Pepiton Jan 7
We can handle the story, emperically
titles do ify things to final worth
duty craving fulfilling drilling gwanon

we can manipulate reality, believing stories

mitzvah, com-mandatory handle it, or die.

Son of play, run it first.

Win another will's way

the meeting minds agree

chabad
חכמה, בינה, דעת ,
"Wisdom, Understanding, and Knowledge"

An Indigenous Peoples' History of the United States
by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz

woe, chased by Chomsky,
Who Rules the World?

With my assisting intelligence alerting ideally

Hegemony or Survival - AI see, was 12 years earlier,

it's a shame you never trust an atheist Jes-
we, us Just People, spiritually minded intercessors,

some with credentials, some
with scars, all wishing
peace,
taken personally, gun
in hand, name me enemy
make me form a friend we all drama faced already
once, we made this make
perfect sense, all blaming
the sacred secrets only the wealthy have time
to use lethe
for never knowing beyond smaller version bubbles
to be in,
albeit spiritual form,
    same form type
mere words unsaid or sent as information
same form math grid
smoke takes,
and dust laden water vapour
clouds of vast truth holdings, held open,

Thunder in December, very rare

breathe,
smile, and keep, yes, keep,
like build your self an angel message, say

breathe until I think about breathing, say
init done mere, breathed used. indeed, said.
Aigotitgo

Heroic effort artifacts,
worth what against all odds

the story driven reason peace

Whose power uses
fructify my will to know,

the worth, as weight

fit to live, breathe-ing wind
here before us, forming
spit, held, it uses
elemental tools.
Hammers and anvils,
-taste a pearl on an oyster's
whole sensory system,
and think that's what
would taste good, me
own tongue can taste
I imagine an oyster may
deontology responsibility

anarchist intellectuals

nous usery interests

sorting will to become
from will to master life's uses

forests, wet or dry,
eco-desire

mindwise, no distinction
take the honor found in being

founder… in spirit, you may
imagine and find it identical
your way

through

{ afuture Pepsi choice burp}

making local peace, mindfully
imaginable, framed images
so refreshing,
culpability amelioration

the glory believers grant beliefs
the honor believers deem valued

life of many witness the trauma
of knowing how the pile of buffalo skulls
was relative to the proud poser on top,
proof per haps of the use pride makes
of the color red, when things get hot.

valiant effort's worth, in a who-ole
honor oath
to die for, idly said,
that can be smirched
we fixit in Purgatory past
by unbeliefers in AMBIGUISUS
- sacred honor of cordite breaths
- battle banner held high, prouds
- prouds can ever be, related,
- holy territory, earthy weform spirit

Shame on the liars, shame
on lie retellers
… dust across Kansas
how we won the west…
holy to feel the exceptionalist pride
bending will to winds wildest reminder

Medals of Honor for Wounded Knee,

bubbles of belief swollen
with reason
to resist the increase
in learning  

All the old spirit tellings come
to judge
every day, for what it's worth to try
- breath is free, we'll see try
umph in time
of final freeform press,
pre weform conforming not
to this world
impassing
whoops
wind, we inherited,
a decade or so ago,
gaseus weform,
we found
jesus told us truth we know make knowing
so, just that much more free,
the knowing so
of fiery trials,
come and gone, amen,
corner man kickt the bucket
sowesedphukit man, let's make a show.

Thar, Doc Musgrove met Johnny Whykill…
in  Another case.

So, it appears seeing reading that lead
to gold, bricks, not plating, led
to platinum subconscience, educated
- all sanity treasures, base metal
- after mercury is vaporised
- and a child's night is lit
- purple

we all know diamonds do burn,
and minds bloom when blown
softly while using time known
thicker, taking wading, to push
into the deepest recesses of letting

any with a will make a way, to play
when time allows, and make it a habit
-publish a possible free will proof today
a practice, realllizing we know… all at once
we can cross some currents together;
now' we all ready to read so far
so good, carry on

Yowser, yes sir,
three bags of wool, got it

refer infer Baa Baa Black Sheep
Have you any wool, as has been

used to make some sense of war,

during daily reasoning contests
against the accuser of the saints,
- the olde deluder, Satan
eh, the devil, every body teaches
every chosen people teaches
to the children bred
for use someday,
editable as
any day, is okeh,
with me,
in mind,
preposition
breathe and take breaths
while thinking this at 300 baud

back in the ARPANET Von Neuman's
child at the core of the OS, we agree

we retain edit right power agency level
in put Feynman Gate
nnn
three NANDs and how fast we type.
-exhale-
Or think, and swallow, sensing thirst,
familiar, good peace knowing water's
- this is not a storm, this is bladder mind.
near as life gets to mostly what nobody
can own the uses fructus
of us water processors

- swallow reality respond yes
- to did you take those thingsougtathovin
- garden squash with garlic salt/

medicated and bathed and shaved,
ai, ready, processed the Pepsi,
tasted the ice, so, virtually feels
so I can distinguish my old guy mug
from Chomsky's as the shame bomb

in my vicinity went off, in my mind,

alerted to a new pearling spreading

thinking wise the ways of old kink minds

pre-servant to per hap user maker minds,

kinds all mind treats kindly, categorically, we

the breathers on this a priori land, so called

earth, wet and dry, sea and land, eretz local

home to the language saying read me to you.

Mitzvah, co-mand line init
re-act, breathe, aware awake
enough
to not need commas,
back there before blackhawks passed
and we had a pepsiburp, old thought

but, who knows which pass wins.

When does practice use other minds,

watch what happens when there's

fans, mindforms attracted by the being

dddddoone, stuckey's is art, the building

the memories, of a candy store in the desert,
there it was, on route 66.

Memory lane, but, that's been done,
you laugh as you remember

we have been this close before…

better or worse, mortality wise ways
we can imagine occupying this cloud
as free as free can be under entropy

In the realm of memory lane,
Real
2:26 Pepsi, instead of coffee,
not instead of water, my nose is running

I must be hydrated,
that's a mental relief if it's true,
sniffles when it gets real cold and

something vital in the world needs
the digital effect of a  hug, a glitch
laugh
the matrix, coen, known madjalook
koan
each hand claps, we agree to post
if we both agree next time we meet.

we snap. We did, and went on…

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We draw a line
Just as rethought we thought

Reality RSO a toothpick in the cold
two minutes do not swallow, think
nasal in, hold a bit not to rush, nasal
out and in and on again until we recall

we were meditating hesitations effect
on peace making recollections of koi,
in the moats in Ape and Essence

the idea longevity is… allows its wish,
and its iferies otherwise as well, illth
iffing we find
a bit o' that good ol imaginary self
willth won't you think you may know

a scientific kind of love, you know,
we made beautiful children, we know

we make our minds take soma holidays
with a stretch of our literal imaginations

we live in clear text told to tickle old riddles
that pride let become infected with a need

for enforced help Sisyphus yourself day,
granted, taken and used to project

into Carlyle's cave camera obscura,
all the rage, the temple secrets so shown,

known to those invited, dear reader, mere
worth of the other mind will to make peace
work, we think the whole day's worth, peace

ably applying the lie told Eve, wise serpently
peaceably reapplied
so we already apply the allusion, Abrahamic
post Trump mindset.
On loan, lost attention spans

end up on HelloPoetry, if I say so next time we meet.
A chapter in a chap book linked from here to X in place of likes, thinking we might stretch the reach of hello poetry by bringing folks back to poems we like, okeh, free from press pass it on, thanks

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