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Karapatang Ari 2016
WMSU MABUHAY ESU
DONWARD CAÑETE GOMEZ BUGHAW


Kung isa-isahin ang nangakaraan
Simula no'ng ika'y aking niligawan
Hanggang sa dumating ating hiwalayan,
Maikuk'wento ko ng walang alangan.

Unang kita palang, napaibig ako
Sa isang babae at Nimfang tulad mo;
Puso ko'y nahulog ng di napagtanto,
Siguro'y pakana ito ni Kupido.

Iyong itinanong, "Ikaw ba si Donward?"
Ako'y napatigil nang dahil sa gulat
Ako ay lumingo't ikaw ay hinarap,
Aking itinugon isang tango't kindat.

Nang ako'y lumabas na sa isang silid
Hindi ko mawari't ikaw ay nawaglit;
Ako ay nalumbay sa nasahing pilit
Ano't ang tadhana ay nagmamalupit.

Gusto ko pa namang ika'y makilala
Paanong nangyari't agad kang nawala,
Hindi tuloy kita natanong o sinta
Sa iyong pangalan na pang-engkantada.

Aking inusisa ang aking sarili:
"May pag-asa pa bang makita kang muli?
May tadhana kayang magtatagpo uli
Sa ating dalawa kahit na sandali?"

Hanggang isang araw, nang aking makita
Iyong kaibigang naglakad mag-isa
Agad kong tinanong kung ika'y nagsimba
Marahan n'yang sagot nasa tuluyan ka.

Pagkatapos niyon tinanong ko na s'ya
Sa iyong pangalan na may pagkad'yosa
Agaran niyang sagot, "Devina Mindaña,
Ang buong pangalan ng aking kasama.

Nagpatuloy kami sa pagkuk'wentuhan
Habang naglalakad sa tabi ng daan
Hanggang sa dumating ang aming usapan
Sa punto na ako ay kanyang mabuk'han.

Diretsahang tanong ay 'may gusto ka ba,
Sa kaibigan kong nanuot sa ganda?'
Sagot ko'y mistula isang tugong parsa,
Naging dahilan ko'y, 'Naku, wala! Wala!'

Imbis na makuha, siya ay natawa
At nang tanungin ko'y naging sagot niya:
"Subukan mo nalang ang ligawan siya
At baka maantig, batong puso niya.

Ni minsan ay hindi siya nagkaroon
ng isang siyota, pagkat umaambon
ang pangarap niyang gustong maisulong
ang makapagtapos at ang makaahon."

Pagkasabi niyon, ako ay nangusap:
"Diyata't parehas kami ng pangarap,
Kapwa puso namin ay nangangagliyab
Sa iisang nais na para sa bukas."

Nagpatuloy kami sa aming usapan
Hanggang sa tuluyang siya'y namaalam.
"Ako'y ikumusta sa 'yong kaibigan,"
Wika ko nang siya'y tumawid sa daan.

Nagpatuloy ako sa aking paglakad
Hanggang sa marating ang nagliliwanag
nating pamantasang nagtatahang huwad
ng dunong at puring nanahanang likas.

Nagdaan ang gabi't umaga na naman
Pagsulat ng tula'y aking sinimulan,
Yaong tulang handog sayo kamahalan
Nitong si Balagtas, Donward ang pangalan.

Ang iyong pangalan ang naiititik
Niyong aking plumang espadang matulis;
Ang tinta ay dugong may hinalong pawis
Nitong aking huli't wagas na pag-ibig.

Ngunit sa kabila, niyong aking katha
Aking nalimutan ang lahat ng bigla
Maging pangalan mo, sintang minumutya
Kung kaya't nagtanong uli ang makata.

"Siya ang babaeng aking naibigan,"
Pagkukuwento ko kay Jesang huwaran
Nang ika'y nakitang naglakad sa daan
Kasama ang dal'wa mo pang kaibigan.

At nang naguluha'y aking itinuro,
Pagkatapos niyo'y siyang aking sugo;
Si Jesang huwaran ay parang kabayo,
Ika'y sinalubong ng lakarang-takbo.

Agad kang tinanong sa iyong pangalan
Katulad ng aking naging kautusan.
Nang ika'y tawagin -- o kay saklap naman
Di mo man lang ako nagawang balingan.

Nang aking tanungin si Jesang huwaran,
Nang siya'y nagbalik sa pinanggalingan,
Kung ano ang iyong tunay na pangalan:
"Devina Mindaña," kanyang kasagutan.

Hindi lumalao't hindi nakayanan
Ng puso kong ito, ang manahimik lang;
Kaya't nagsimulang ikaw ay sabayan,
Kahit hindi pa man kilalang lubusan.

Ewan ko kung bakit ako'y tinarayan,
Gusto kong magtanong, pero di na lamang;
Sa sungit mo kasi'y baka lang talikdan
At bago aalis ay iyong duraan.

Subalit, lumipas ilang linggo't buwan
Tayo'y nagkasundo't nagkausap minsan;
Insidenteng iyo'y di ko malimutan,
Malamyos **** tinig, aking napakinggan.

Nang ako'y tanungin sa aking pangalan,
Sa telepono ko'y sagot ay Superman;
At nang mukhang galit, agad sinabihang,
"Huwag kang magalit, ika'y biniro lang."

Agad kong sinabi ang aking pangalan
Baka tuloy ako'y iyong mabulyawan:
"Si Donward po ito," sabi kong marahan,
Pagpapakilala sa 'king katauhan.

Patuloy ang takbo ng ating kuwento,
Ang lahat ng iyo'y aking naging sulo,
Sa papasukin kong isang labirinto;
Sa isang kastilyong nasa iyong puso.

Hanggang isang gabi, mayroong sayawan,
Napuno ng tao ang gitnang bulwagan;
Ang aking sarili'y hindi napigilan
Na ika'y hanapi't maisayaw man lang.

Ngunit ng matunto'y hindi nakaasta,
Ang aking nasahin ay naglahong bigla;
Imbis na lapita't dalhin ka sa gitna,
Ay hindi na lama't ako'y nababakla.

Aking aaminin ang kadahilanan,
Takot na talaga ang pusong iniwan
Na baka lang uli't ito ay masaktan
Tulad ng sa aking naging kasaysayan.

Kaya't hindi ako nagpadalos-dalos
At baka pa tuloy yaon ay mapaltos;
Ang mabulilyaso'y mahirap na unos
Nitong aking pusong may panimding lubos.

Akin pang naitanong sa isang pinsan mo
K'wento ng pag-ibig na tungkol sa iyo
At kung maaaring ikaw ay masuyo,
Naging tugon niya'y: 'Ewan ko! Ewan ko!'

"Huwag ikagalit kung ika'y tanungin,"
Sabi ng pinsan **** maalam tumingin
Di sa kanyang mata na nakakatingin,
(Kung hindi'y sa kanyang talas na loobin).

Aking naging tugon doon sa kausap,
Yaong binibining aking nakaharap:
"Hindi magagalit itong nakatapat
Hangga't ang puso ko'y hindi nagkasugat.

Pagkatapos niyo'y kanya ng sinabi
Ang ibig itanong na nangagsumagi
Sa kanyang isipang lubhang mapanuri,
Ang kanyang hinala ay ibinahagi.

"Ikaw ba'y may gusto sa kanya na lihim?
Huwag **** itago't ng hindi lusawin
Ang laman ng puso at iyong pagtingin
Ng iyong ugaling, pagkasinungaling!"

Pagkatapos niyo'y agad kong sinagot
Tanong niyang sadyang nakakapanubok
At ipinagtapat yaong aking loob
Ng walang alanga't maski pagkatakot.

"Ako nga'y may gusto sa kanya na lihim,
Subalit paanong siya'y maging akin
Gayung tingin pala'y akin ng sapitin,
Ang lumbay, ang hapdi't kabiguan man din?"

"Di ko masasagot ang 'yong katanungan,"
Naging tugon niyong butihin **** pinsan,
"Tanging payo ko lang ay pahalagahan,
Huwag pabayaa't siya ay igalang."

Aking isinunod nang kami'y matapos
Ay ang iyong ateng wari d'yosang Venus;
Agad kong sinabi habang napalunok
Yaong aking pakay at nang s'ya'y masubok.

Imbis na tugunin yaong aking pakay,
Ako'y di pinansin kung kaya't nangalay
Dalawa kong mata sa kanilaynilay
Ako'y nanghihina't puso'y nanlupaypay.

Aking iniisip sa tuwi-tuwina
Ay ang pangalan mo, mahal kong Devina;
At ang hinihiling sa bantay kong tala,
Hihinting pag-asang makapiling kita.

Kaya't hindi ako nakapagpipigil,
Iyong aking loob na nanghihilahil
Aking inihayag sayo aking giliw
Ng walang palaman at maski kasaliw.

Tandang tanda ko pa no'ng makasabay ka
Papuntang simbaha'y sinusuyo kita
Hanggang sa pagpasok ako'y sumasama
Kahit hindi alam ang gagawin sinta.

Bago nagsimula ang misa mahal ko,
Ang aking larawa'y iniabot sayo;
May sulat sa likod, sana'y nabasa mo,
Yaong pangungusap ay mula sa puso.

Di kita nakitang ako ay nilingon,
Sapagkat atens'yo'y naroong natuon
Sa isang lalaking pumasok na roon,
At sayo'y tumabi hanggang sa humapon.

At nang nagsimula'y umalis na ako,
Pagkat ako itong walang sinasanto;
Baka tuloy ako magsasang-demonyo
Sa aking nakitang katuwaan ninyo.

Hindi ko malaman kung bakit sumakit,
Nanibugho ako, ano't iyo'y salik?;
Ano nga ba ito't tila naninikip?
Lintik na pag-ibig, puso ko'y napunit!

Napaisip ako habang naglalakad
Hanggang sa isip ko'y nagkakaliwanag;
'Manibugho sayo'y hindi nararapat,'
Napatungo ako sa sariling habag.

Ilang saglit pa at akin ng pinahid
Luhang sumalimbay sa pisnging makinis
At saka nangusap ng pagkamasakit:
"Wag kang mag-alala't di ko ipipilit."

"Itong pag-ibig kong nagniningas apoy,
Nasisiguro kong hindi magluluoy;
Ngunit, kung hindi mo bayaang tumuloy,
Mas mabuti pa ang puso ko'y itaboy!"

Nang ako'y magbalik doon sa simbahan,
Sa dami ng tao'y di kita nasilayan;
Ngunit, nang tanawin sa kinauup'an,
Naroong Devina't kinaiinisan.

Nanatili ako't hindi na umalis,
Di tulad kaninang lumabas sa inis;
Ako'y umupo na at nakikisiksik,
Kahit patapos na ang misang di ibig.

Hindi ko nga ibig, pagmimisang iyon
At maging pagsamba't gano'ng pagtitipon;
Pagtayo't pagluhod di ko tinutugon,
Pagkat ako itong walang panginoon.

Araw ay lumipas mula ng masuyo,
Ika'y sinubuka't nang hindi malugo
Itong aking pusong namalaging bigo
Sa loob ng dibdib, namugang tibo.

Iyong naging tugon ay nakakapaso,
Masakit isipi't maging ipupuso;
Yaong tumatama'y animoy palaso,
Narok sa dibdib, sugat aking tamo!

Sa kabila niyo'y di pa rin sumuko,
Tanging ikaw pa rin ang pinipintuho;
Kaya't wag isiping ito'y isang laro,
Pag-ibig kong ito'y hindi isang biro.

Hanggang sa dumating gabing aking asam,
Sa lilim ng mangga, bago ang sayawan
Ay iyong inamin ang nararamdaman,
Ating tagpong iyo'y di malilimutan.

Ipinagtapat mo na ika'y may gusto,
Ngunit di matugon itong aking puso,
Sapagkat ikaw ay mayroon ng nobyo
Di mo kayang iwa't ayaw **** manloko.

Aking naging tugon sa iyong sinabi,
Ay handang maghintay at mamamalagi
Hanggang sa panahong ikaw ay mahuli,
Makita't malamang di na nakatali.

Sa mukha'y nakita, matamis na ngiti
Niyong Mona Lisang, pinta ni Da Vinci;
Ako'y natigilan ilan pang sandali,
Nang aking matanaw, gandang natatangi.

Bago pa nag-umpisa'y pumasok na tayo,
Sa hinaraya kong dakilang palasyo,
At sa lilingkuran tayo ay naupo,
Niyong maliwanag, loob ng himnasyo.

At nang magsimulang musika'y tumugtog,
Ika'y namaalam at para dumulog
doon sa bulwaga't makikitatsulok,
ng sayaw sa indak dulot ng indayog.

Bago pa marating ang gitnang bulwagan,
Ako'y sumunod na't di ka nilubayan
Hangga't di pumayag sa 'king kagustuhan
Na maisayaw ka at makasaliwan.

Lumipas ang gabi't umaga'y sumapit,
Ang araw at linggo'y tila naging saglit;
Ako'y nagtataka't biglang napaisip,
Ano at ang oras ay mukhang bumilis.

Hanggang isang gabi nang aking tanungin,
Sa iyo, o, mahal kung bibigyang pansin;
Hanggang kailan mo pagdudurusahin;
May pag-asa pa bang nadama'y diringgin?

Iyong naging sagot sa katanungan ko:
"Di na magdurusa't ngayo'y maging tayo."
Ang rurok ng saya ay aking natamo,
Lalo pa't sinabing mahal mo rin ako.

Sa kadahilanang gustong masiguro,
Aking naitanong kung iyo'y totoo;
Baka mo lang kasi ako'y binibiro,
At kung maniwala'y sugatan ang puso.

Iyong ibinalik, ating gunitain,
Doon sa manggahan 'sang gabing madilim;
Ipinagtapat mo ang iyong damdamin,
Ngunit, di nagawang puso ko'y tugunin.

Pagkat mayroon kang sintang iniibig,
Iisang lalaking namugad sa dibdib;
Di mo maloloko't iyong inihasik
Sa paso ng puso't bukirin ng isip.

Pagkatapos niyo'y sinabi sa akin,
Na ating pag-ibig, manatiling lihim;
Aking naging tugo'y 'sang tangong lampahin
Pagkat aking isip, gulong-gulo man din.

"Sigurado ka ba sa'yong naging pasya?"
Ang muli kong tanong, bago naniwala
Sayo aking mahal na isang diwata,
Yaong aking ibig at pinapantasya.

Iyong naging tugon sa aking sinabi:
"Kung ayaw mo'y huwag, di ko masisisi;
Ano pa't puso mo'y sadyang madiskarte,
Baka may iba ng pinipintakasi."

Agad kong sinabi sa iyo mahal ko:
"Ano at kay daling ikaw ay magtampo,
Nagtanong lang nama't ako'y naniguro
Baka mo lang kasi, ako'y nilalaro.

Lumipas ang gabi't umaga'y sumapit,
Unang araw natin ay lubhang mapait,
Pagkat di nakayang ako ay lumapit,
Sayo aking sinta't ewan ko kung bakit.

Ilang sandali pa't hindi nakatiis,
Sa pagkakaupo'y tumayo't lumihis
ng landas patungo kay Musa kong ibig,
pagkat aking puso'y lubhang naligalig.

Muli kang tinanong kung pasya'y totoo,
Di na mababawi't di na mababago;
Iyong naging tugon sa katanungan ko,
Pisngi ko'y hinaplos, sabay sabing 'oo.'

Kay sarap marinig, salita **** iyon,
Iisa ang punto at maging ang layon;
Para bang lagaslas ng tubig sa balon,
Ibig kong pakinggan sa buong maghapon.

Matapos ang pasko'y siyang araw natin,
Na kung gunitai'y araw na inamin,
tinugon ang puso at binigyang pansin,
at saka sinabing, ako'y mahal mo rin.

Aking gabing iyo'y narurok ang saya,
Ngiti niyong buwa'y nakakahalina;
Ibig kong isulat ay isang pantasya,
At ikaw Devina, yaong engkantada.

Araw'y nangaglipas, daho'y nangalaglag,
Ano at ang oras tila naging iglap;
Siyang araw natin ay muling lumapag,
Ano at ang panaho'y tila naging lundag.

Iyong regalo mo'y hindi malimutan,
At maging pagbating ibig kong pakinggan,
Sa bawat umagang araw'y sumisilang
At kung maaari'y mapawalang-hanggan.

Ngunit nang magdaan ilang araw't linggo,
Naging malungkuti't di na palakibo;
Puso ko'y mistula isang boteng tibo,
Nabiyak sa dusa nang itatuwa mo.

Sa tuwi-tuwina'y napaisip ako,
Talaga nga kayang tapat ang puso mo?;
Ulo ko'y sasabog, bulkang Pinatubo,
Bakit ba't isip ko'y nagkakaganito?

Ilang araw kitang hindi tinawagan,
Pagkat labis akong nagdusa't nagdamdam;
Malakas kong loob ay di nilubayan
Ng kapighatia't maging kalungkutan.

Tayo nga'y mayroong isang kasunduan,
Di maikaila't sinasang-ayunan
Ngunit, ang itat'wa'y di makatarungan,
Alalahanin **** ako'y nasasaktan.

Ako'y wag itulad sa makinang robot
Na di nakaramdam maski anong kirot;
Ako ay may pusong nakakatilaok,
Pumipintig baga'y putak ng 'sang manok.

Kaya't nang sadyain sa tinutuluyan,
Ika'y kinausap at pinagsabihang:
"Sakaling darating ating hiwalayan,
Huwag magpaloko sa kalalakihan.

At saka-sakaling sayo'y may  manligaw,
Isipin mo muna't wag agad pumataw;
Pasya'y siguruhin bago mo ibitaw,
Ang iyong salita, nang di ka maligaw."

Unang halik nati'y hindi malimutan,
At kahit na yao'y isang nakaw lamang,
Pangyayaring iyo'y di makaligtaan,
Naging saksi natin ay ang Taguisian.

Tila ba talulot ng isang bulaklak
Labi **** sa akin na nangangagtapat;
Animo'y pabango yaong halimuyak,
Ng iyong hiningang sa halik nangganyak.

Ika-labinlima, araw ng Pebrero,
Hindi malimutan ating naging tagpo;
Sa iyong tuluya'y nagkasama tayo,
Doon sa Kwek Kwekan, nagdiwang ang puso.

Ako'y isang taong lubhang maramdamin,
Ang hapdi at kirot siyang tinitiim;
Puso ko'y tila ba 'sang pagong patpatin,
Sa loob ng dibdib sakit ang kapiling.

Kaya't nang makitang may kasamang iba,
Marahang lumason sa puso ko sinta
Ay ang panibugho't sakit na nadama;
At para maglaho, alak ay tinungga.

Sa ika-tatlumpu, na araw ng Marso,
Akin pang naalala pagbisita sayo,
Sa inyong tahana't mapayapang baryo,
Nagmano pa ako sa ama't ina mo.

Ibig kong ang lahat ay di na magtapos,
Masasayang araw nating lumalagos
Sa isip, sa puso't maging sa malamyos,
Na kantahi't tulang aking inihandog.

Ngunit, nang lumipas ang ika-limang araw
mula nang makita't sa inyo'y madalaw
ay isang mensahe ang lubhang gumunaw
sa aking damdami't marahang tumunaw.

Animo'y balaraw yaong tumatama,
Nang ang mensahe mo ay aking nabasa;
Gusto kong umiyak, gusto kong magwala,
Ngunit, anong saysay gayung wala na nga?

Kung isaulan ko itong aking luha,
Masasayang lama't walang mapapala;
Kaya't kahit ibig, ako ay tumawa,
Wag lamang masadlak yaong pagdurusa.

Kung ang kalayaa'y siyang ibig sinta,
At ang saktan ako'y ikaliligaya
Aba'y payag ako't ikaw na bahala,
Basta lang ang akin ika'y liligaya.

Kay sakit isiping tayo ay hindi na,
Ngunit, kung ito man ang itinadhana,
Aba'y pag-ibig ko't pag-ibig mo sinta,
Di makakahadlang sa ibig sumila.

Mahal ko paalam sa ating pag-ibig,
Mahal ko paalam, kahit na masakit;
Mga alaala'y huwag ng ibalik,
Burahin ng lahat sa puso at isip.


~WAKAS~
Ang tulang ito ay handog ko para kay Devina Mindaña.
Io ti ** vista seduta al pianoforte
e mi sei parsa un angelo, una vergine
di certissimo aspetto - come fossi
oggi cresciuta lì su quelle soglie
di sveltissima musica, o fermento
bello di donna dalle dritte spalle
cui le dita di angelo racchiuso

hanno impresso una curva di mistero
mentre che all'apparenza ne gioivi
profondamente come in veste nuova.

E noi tutti di te ripensavamo
cose profonde e più miracolosa
che una vetta di sogno la tua dolce
cara presenza ci scioglieva i nodi
dentro il sangue del male e sollevava
la nostr'aria nel palpito felice
dei tuoi biondi finissimi capelli.
Ken Pepiton Oct 2024
In the stacks of all we knew, LOOKY HERE,
in 72 minutes we walk a parsec, and Earth turns
two degrees, and Annie Jacobsen's whole
do no more, is all our denoument.

- pardon our verbosity, we had free time -

What news good came lately my way,
I long to think I did expect, my way
was new made, after the majority attained
use of Google translate thinker augments,
weform a contextual we, excluding
orders of social harmony
allowing liar laws life,
justice and way
eminence
eumenine specificity, so many specified known
wasps classified royally cosmopolitan,
mental peace presensing sub-untilificious

royal rules, only queens reproduce,
only idle bees are never seen busy,
and some can see syms when societies
all stop to think, for a minute,
and just breath, in, then out
we form awesome thinks expansive,
to mostly
support generally useless bums, like me.

{estimated reading time queries are invalid}

This is why, don't ask why again, or else,
imagine that…

The idle mind is where repairs are made.
Pairs connect, mate in mind and hold
thoughts as long as you imagined…

With this tool,
were I one willing, and able,
to master its functionality, imagined

ever learning along with reality
expanding the need to know,

all the things possible in this window,
between my time and thine, whole
worlds away in words never writ
with ink or wedge in stone nor clay
wished for siderealities, as many as
all the stars within augmented plain
sight, as through any stained pane,
presenting dancing pixels just there,
edgewise,
in our per ifery margin, where beauty
squirms eusocially,
all lights holding mean-peak
at an instant's attention
max red or green or blue, fading to black.

Pain, in jokes and drama, pain
is the essential underlay, the gesso
McLuhan saysotoo
over which we pigmentate, media
mental in original intention, obedient,

under law older than Shadrach,
the law of the Medes and Persians,
the power of attorney given priests
of the authors of our orders, classified,
as it is writ, thus it must be… sacred
ready readers, only.
Reading makes inclusion work as wisdom,
instant completely functioning beautifully,
breathe-ing
as if, asked
and answered, at the moment, called
Wisdom, come, entreat with all warring in me,
Wisdom, come, gentle minds twisted by me,
Wisdom, come, make us make believe.
-------------

Eerie, eh, not holding any thought, being
thought spiritual enough to find any word

so idled as to be posh fluff or street crud,
slung to signal inclusion in the with side,
the meaning in life is the message
in this medium prepositioned
opposed
to the without side, those at emnity
with truth's way

Into the comfort zone,

danger free, follow your toes, theories
of everything, meditatively perpendicular,

norms, and circles, churning burning effort,
ef-ing walls extend effects solid ificate
to hold the ash and tailings,

mined precepts seeding crystals
in caverns,
never witnessed, now known, so true,

two dichotomies make one tetrad,
and whatsoever we agree
to make believe

we may, and think it not robbery
to play,

make functional fun, little impulse to smile,
and think I know this idea, functions in me,
wink
and now, you, unless we lost you at the
NAND gate, excluding unbelievers, then a
NAND gate excluding unbelievers in live words,
NAND gate excluding no second guessing, here

we are, all in one window, thinking
we are our kind,  tied
at our common sense ability,

to stretch a point,
to make a thread one pastless point thin,
to tie a premis, a premission, permitting ponderous
whying
heavy duty gullibility
in terms
of mortal sensibilities,
this'll kihl you. I realized. Accidental as the idea silent
aitches let us talk end existence kihling bad ideas

to use pain
to teach, 'ow, why how is always
thorny issues, way back, seemed common,
we learn how fire works
by being made aware,
- not by being burned, a touch is enough
- skin as sensitive as a frog in parable lies, leaps
as touch response reflex functions all start running
what ifs against wonder ifs, wishes versus prayers,
-no, frogs won't simmer to death, they leap
using frog sense,
worth of knowing how long
to wait in winter, learning
worth of knowing bears know something
of weather. Co-mental commenting we think.
Thought hard fruit, thinkalongtime fruit, ra' good

Singing salmon songs I never learned, thinking bear
market strategies make less sense than bullshat
macroeconomic dimensions extractable
from meta data,
under all we ever stood up from under,
in the bubble of all I bet I knew for sure,

boldly accumulating in arterial informal plaques,
and films in limenal tunnels holding quarks as ones,

two bit chirality problem,
solved, cut it six ways,
two heads, two mouths, in one, out the other,
inside outside all at once, so easy, we imagined,
image that, two eyes, two ears, two nasal passages
into synodical pressure sensitive chambers
sinus sorting
of pheremone signal
to act analagous senders
to whale domes, catchers,
signal
from noise, gnosisnot say so,
sniff, feel cold nose, think so,
swallow all pride, and pretend, we made up this mind,
and it uses words we can understand
in all the unbarbing thorny issues
of zoological superfluity, among

watchers and waiters serving as idle ants,
with angst relief primary function,
just take air for granted, free
grace in time of need,
sleep if you are tired, easy,
weary way we know we go, has
cost. Pain exists, you know, you can imagine
in art, in jokes, and most certainly dramatic series
that carry followers
through decades exposed
to commercials announcing urgent solutions,
- now, no commercials, we bingegulp seasons,
- sometimes at a sitting, depends on dope
skating on easy learning absorption skills,
ever learning the drama never ends,

ask your doctor, now,
back to the global equivalent of one
Paredo Distribution, eighty percent of TV
is daily faire for twenty percent of people,
eighty percent of readers reading this far,
get to this bubbles popping edge, on a side

zoom to a scatter graph, who breathes in
who breathes out,
all around the world
whiling away, in trust we make peace seem.
.. seen as through smoked glasses, liquidly
Gaussian blurring edges
where the frame
holds the light we see through
to think like this

is real
at word level. Live rethinking, first men
tale-ings
after refining whying wishes
to know.
More, or less.

Everything, all at once, is chaos, whence
art abstracts beauty patiently, trusting wishes
what if its another trick we have no defences,
we get eaten alive,
for cultural misappropriation.

Dear is a value to be weighed using full bandwidth
Sakal, show thy self letters ready for measure,
mea culpa, mea maxima culpa, indeed
שָׂכַל defined several of seventy ways,
spelled to take a broken heart
and mend it with a realization.

If my need became your need,
we would be in love,
that would really
defeat the use
of preparation, peeling potatoes,
prudence, ever ready to entertain,
pounding clothes down by the riverside,
watchin' babies being washed off and blessed,
שָׂכַל knowing waiting is suffering, not pain
watchin' life like National Geographic, before TV.
A messenger's whistle, hear
ah
Message to the mass essences
of little looks mira-clues, seen miracles
since who knew when today
would continue as today. As if once more.
Dear Prudence,
did we come out to play, as if today,
was one of those times that we all seem
to have, recollected
if it could seem alright.
שָׂכַל prophets spake, Ai make secrets known,
the whys for all the wars so far. Pride, indeed.

Why? Would that defeat the use,
and not the purpose
of preparation, final product,
Battlefield Earth, truths uses versus lies uses,
us as we
who think it all through
to the seed
in the fruit it self desirable
to make one wise considering
שָׂכַל science falsely so called, still makes believers.
Slow down.
Jello time reminds second glancers,
when time is not as dear, as an instance
in re co gnosis, swallows gnosis known nots,
- wise was the serpent discerning decision trees.
what would ever make us all think one thought once,
then never think it alone again, we all ways, big all
think this was the way, we walked in,
the same way we walked out, all
set to comprehend wisdom and knowledge and
yada da da da we who work
   in living once idle words,
our side ways won, when we did not fight,
we never lasted al-mental
this long before, but
when we get old, we keep our wits, we got older
sooner than later, so we know
more than our dads, too.
- old friends well imagined
- happy ever after any way,
don't aspire, little maker
of good sensed peace,
to stave off thermo nuclear war
by your self, aight, here we go,
make up a master mind board
of suggesters
by your self,
HelloWorld,
with you
in a minute,
I am in a consultation,
relationships with dead friends, such are
deeply personal, core ties to old times, remember
we can hear them say the same damnedlies, or listen,
שָׂכַל together with stars consider real the times

analagous to tuning back when zero beat, was sought
to make one wise,
in Genesis, esoteric
in the gaps,
she saw he never knew, so Cain did, for sure…

hey, old enemy of me, I cannot remember why
I was afraid of you, and never got to know you,

but I recognized your art, the other day,
in an old, old magazine ad,
then that leads to us in a sense, innocent,
a lost soul I had no sympathy for, I was his bully,

so he's dead and we're okeh, spiritually, we talked,
I told him I had changed, he told me he'd broken,
got busted in Oklahoma, went to prison, for ****,
got religion then went nuts, and I said

I can relate.

So we stay in touch in the spirit.
I don't know how he died, but we were in situations,
where sixth grade bullying had been forgotten,
when I call this character
into my life, as a friend, known to many
mistreated in this mortal moment, laughing ever
as a complexity of never ifery, it did not ****
you to know, boys were always boys,
we always think of Infinite Jest, and laugh
at the coincidence we both read Foster Wallace.
Always sorry, for the trouble we allowed
our wild child payback voter against
peace at any price, what price glory?

The little monstors empo'w'rable in us all, rahrahrah

It was Donall Dempsy said it:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4897567/even-now-now-very-now/
The flag of self unfurls
snaps into the lost moment.
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4899302/walking-from-the-rising-sun-to-kildare-town/

Oi, this man's an inspirer of SAW such as wisdoms, never told,
could be, back when eighty percent
of us heard all our wisdom from drunks.
Now we read texts.

When the battles over,
and common sense is laughing,
some of it singing simultaneously

concurrently free presses in spirit and echoing
out side the bubble we met in as licensed wannabe

messenger shouting in the wild,
anybody home, we got lost.

As the earth moves relative to the sun, see
two degrees, is about, nearly to the Picosec
Seventy-two minutes, a parsa, in tradersprachen,

the realization, sure and certain utter destruction,
an agreed upon form of right use ness, national opinions

believe madness deters madness and nonsense in just code.
-it is not secret code, nor sacred, knowing is necessary, just
always was, all else you were told
to believe, with knowin' known
as sin, well we have recycleables
to trade, for those,
made
of the exact same historical threads
to here. On the battlefield, after all.
The point of anything we wished we did, done.

We can use our minds in ways once called praying,
we think we say we wish you the best, and hesitate, luck or grace,
favor undeserved by a wretch like me, ah, the maze,
the logos as spirit medium cord, twisted spider kite collection,
Ariadne, toss the lad a line, he's a ways to go until sense is common.
I hope you enjoyed that, it seems I asked for more, tooo often
Ken Pepiton Nov 2024
When stories
of scars told
in one town,
become this legend
in the next, retold to grow
on, even as we listen and find it told
a better way,

So  long ago we know,
so long now,
nobody knows,
stories be told to comfort,
none should be used to frighten,
or terrorize in the darkness, true,
holy terror
first we can recall, or was that
in a movie?

Maybe Fantasia, when you were three.

When was a way
to make a tie
to an instant
to which our social entities loosely anchor,
global Disneyification, animating old devils,
using Voltaire's rule
for adult conversations,
define the terms, regarding evil for good,
about Nuclear War,
at the final judgement of us all,
my side submits the work
of Annie Jacobsen, and offers the next 72 minutes
to a journey
a parsa, in contemplation

at least that long,
through a story
thought after knowing
a minute's worth
of ever after,

once one is old enough,

the trouble one causes,
when one dies, shan't change history,

the kids could make it from here.


A parsa is a distance walkable in 72 minutes.

72 minutes is how long it takes
for human influence
on the future
to be unthinkable,
for 30 thousand years…
after the first launch
of a nuke from anywhere, really.

No nation ever wins nuclear war.
What good does it do to point out facts, such as the reason people perish or destroy the knowledge once used to make slaves, overseers and owners, of
everything children are taught to lust for.
Ken Pepiton Oct 2024
get in line. What's your excuse?

Ignorance and lack of spiritual insight (ghaflah)

true understanding and illumination (ma’rifa)

just plain ignorance (jahiliyya)
==================
Today, we  answer, for before;
today, we answer, for after.

The ideas of limits.
Enclosing mind, holding time

Professing to know what cannot be ignored,
every speaker, each in turn, accounts
today idle time, free in turn to use
redeeming idle words, meaningful
for cursing, and promising hell
you pay mere attention,
to detail, unbelievable
for all willing not
to lie after knowing God cannot lie.
Truth known frees those who use it.

Is there any possible faith that ignors this lie?

1948 Anno Mundi - Abram  Kaballah
World year 2000 Abraham teaching oral Torah,

Let this mind be in you, this new mind, after
all that has called war God's soul correcting plan.

Cultural agricults, first the blade, then the ear…

"For without culture or holiness,
which are always the gift
of a very few,
a man may renounce wealth
or any other external thing,
but he cannot renounce
hatred, envy, jealousy, revenge.
Culture is the sanctity
of the intellect. "
[William Butler Yeats, journal, 7 March, 1909]

And poetic arrogance arises asking if,
one could envision war, as war occurs,
as anyone may, make a reason up for it,
since we all have seen now at a distance,
we all are aware of the destruction, none,
of us are aware of the holiness used,
the catechistical exercise in faith,

think only of the offense to Allah,
by calling all the invincibly ignorant poets

fools who bet mercy won.
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The poor man suffered, as a lad
to come unto Jesus, as a he was,
allowing what is true, his state reported,
as with any child suffered so, Is one angel's job.

As true as anything taken to heart for testing,
a child born into a long line of poor folk,
never in seven generations too poor
to offer travelers succor in need,
in deed, training up the lad,
to know, for certain, it is
better to give than take.

Time, the whole, none can hold,
aging, becoming wholy finished
by faith emitting substance of hope…
epiousion - plenty enough to share,
enough for the approaching need,
in deed, as Wisdom comes to lighten
one side's reason, with a touch of joy,

all children are made commonly good,
all children are formed in familiar wedom,
inside knowing's chosen fold, all blessed

with truths that balance years gone by
experienced against today,

perhaps the final chance to measure worth,
what good did you do, once, if once is enough,
what harm did you do, if once is not enough?
---------------

If we can measure a parsa walk,
while sitting still before a lit window,
looking in on all that's on the world minds,

many, many made up minds, truly granted
privileged exclusive inclusion in those good,

by grace of faith shaping conserved why tales,

reproved by wars… one side must be known
good for nothing but labor, twisted into duty,

as one must relate the military minds powers
and authority to deceive in righteous order,

rank and file, about
face, forward, at the double, march.
----------------

Run to the rock,
run through the ligation
split wide the healing wound
reach out,
feel the piercing point make
a way where no way was, made

plain as one when there was none,
now is our time to tell the mindless
to re think re stitching,

let flow the sacrificial blood of youth,
burn the idolatrous haters of religious
authority trading in holy terrors, free,

in exchange for single minded order,
accepted places, accepted tasks, duty
to truth only revealed to true believers/

good, beautiful, make it stick.
**** any thinker of otherwise.
------------------

Tension, taut, twanged to pitch,
strum a conceptual whole note,

humm along, one string, once
struck
pinging step by step, past then to now.

What cost each step, past when to ever?

Was an hour made from a day,
a day made from a string of second thought?

Was an instant made the cause of death?

Walking life's last competed parsa, a scenario.

-----------------

Knock, it opens,
ask it answers, think once

knocking heard, a door, appears,
closed on my side, I hear the knock,

and, lo', thinking no danger nigh me,
I open wide, welcoming any near

enough, to have knocked.

-----------------
In spirit form, a mind imagines
everything ever named in times past,

duty, classes of deed, when done, indeed
can never even once become undone, alone,

there are knots and there are stings…
and after all that was before, here is now,

when each ready reader asks what good
is done when knowledgelessness
causes the liars confidence to perish.

Contend for contentment, proud warrior
mind, let this mind be in you, eh,
be not afraid, thinking your self,

spirit in formed.
-------------------

Rule, point to point, draw
the line, we plan to follow,

or cross, this time, we have, Ai
be it measured in ancient times,

in minutes of arc as measured
from noon, until now, our while
in mindform thinking we an entity
in a message, pointing at an end
as in a point made for being
a thought, if nothing more.

We won a right to appeal,
perhaps we rethink times best used
produce second chances.
Yes, this is all I ever think about...
Ken Pepiton Jan 19
72 minutes rethinking a minutes worth used,
under obligation to prove my own worth
under certain dares once taken to trial...

Whistle while one thinks alone, whose tools
one uses
to amuse oneself, alone, walking
beamused Yeatseanly in sane state

slouching, toward the place of the skull,

wishing Mammonic economic persuasions
were less bitter.
Acquired tastes. As seen on crossclass telly.

Cold day old pizza
a functional supply o'coffee
press two buttons make two choices
type with one hand to slow thought

so you can tactile think qwerty clan, common
coding daemon inset early on, advantage,

we had appletalk by 1986 Space wars,
followed by some basic silicon beach brains

When they stopped building space shuttles
in Palmdale,
in that building so big it had weather in it.

Weather systems harness idle power
to make a real difference as a team,

mindsmeld, conjoined quarks organize

chirality and polarity we agree, all good,

not simple, but one step beyond, we find

sublime… explanations

patience… wish to know enough

To speak into the cosmic probability

Today we spent a minute choosing

Splurge, spend a minute,
praying at the shrine, leaving
evidence in light of life lived wishing.
Operatically.
Ask an honest old man, when
did he know the value of a minute,

and odds are good, he says he never did.

An hour's worth of entertainment now,
all attention paid, containers, vessles,

bottles and jugs and bowls, not a few,

fill from faith fed children's innocense,
art makes sacred secrets seem wejusknew
fret not, only believe, eventually, we know

it never was True that the Good God Jah,

cursed the curious nature of mankind 2.0.
Mitomom,
You know, the globally propagated order
of knowing first things first, intuitively

******* wind and signaling life, eeelah,

wordless wonderful word-like noise,

I breathe and have being, love me please.

BUT
I do not want to be a mother,
I do not know how to,
I do not wish to,

but, most of the time, the probable

reason for being born, brings evidence,
reason with me, think and see, look
love, see
this way, ask why life is so hard, learn…
love to
become better by trial and correction,
live
straight between the points, not beside,
evil details chirality causes, left orders
right, right controls e
eaha
precision programmatic cascades bemuse
plural mindforms and Christian salt or sage
-- slow down we thunk too fast, we past
the point of no return, ever after learning

us, we, the reader's judging logos value adds,

word for word, one followed by another, two
then followed by ten which form whole true

paradigms of push and pull, and squeeze
and stretch, to mature, in time to serve,

the national good citizen informing press.

Watch, and become, beware war's profits,

cautiousness conspires with desire
to be cared for, to be comforted,
sidereally attuned to time's pace
for entire immediacy phases
of life
in flesh,
nothing inbetween the real thing idea
our
carnal mind developing along lines
of reason,
used when words developed stores
of ways, worth the effort to think
pastless points pure nous uses
to say this is that,
mine is mine, thine is not,

just then a thought, ugh, urges emergency,
encouraging urges
we can ask
our augmented intelligence storage system,
etymologically acting men'ally as if
is it possible… and, as it is
with loops that slip,
and knots that bind threads together,
winding and winding
lengthening
strings twisted fibers into toys, first, once
stretching attention spans, in mindcraft once
some child down the DNA
from us, once
in a string looped
saw a pattern lacking logic,
from us, form sense,
information query code ?reload ¿? 96 tears
yen to squeeze gentle easily entreatable
why, two hands, no, nowhyspent
we know, we intuit. gnodjoy
knowhy builtin gnosnot j'use
Ai in the flesh, if one considers
sources for desires discernibly fine
enough, LONGFORM, acting point/.

As entropy decreases,
beauty increases.
As order forms cordage,
and cordage ropes,
think one edge
looping
TOEs
to tie toes to feet to ankles to leg to knee
to thigh…

hip bone to ladderly spine, modified by now,

as muses used to make reminders remain now,
line upon line no space letting lying mindleakers
we mostly all recall a string tied around a finger
to remember to turn in a permission slip,
-inhuana cuneiform buy one freethought
-in sense made with non chron ease, SYTF
to remember to put the money in the offering.

Because, if you took that money, once,
and used it to, for instance, see a movie,

let's use 1920, see, that little girl, is my Granny,

she was ten years old
in 1920,

she is tied to me today, in the merest of ways,
by means of memories, I choose, from many,

you can do this, as we both live and breathe, but

many times, while writing immediacy puts me
in the course through human events, at a point

whence I imagine you, strange as cousins
several ramifications back in time, divergent

ontologies, fractally evident truly uninique, you

and my words, shortly after, mere wisdom means

knowing how curiosity connects through dopamenergic

cascades of hope, hopen helping ease transition,

from striving to inspire, to aspiring from lowest

common factor, or set of mindable states, hunger

we share, the sense since Infancy lacking power

to take and think, all my needs are met
for awhile whiling a day away safe and warm

and globally connected to true myriad ways life
makes usable in plain text tech, direct mind life

loosening laxgnoshit re
al the details, subject, thrown under, standing
straight edged ray vectoring rules
for standing, mean each word,
make it worth the time to use it
Good
breath wide we breath
strong and warrior proud, while peace is thought.
Why is vain, cosmic as is post JWST
at scale, who we may imagine we are,

as seen from some distant star, here we are,
this is us, we can imagine enjoying, the feel,

fingers on the home keys endless tickertapes
and backspacing nnnandgates, seconds called

wait a minute, freetime

tieing knots to petons you may assume exist.

Line upon line, quoted in my multinational soul,

Isaiah, reasoning, together carnal warfare
versus immaterial substances in sapience, being

peace, per se, peaceably, easy to treat familiar,

we feel the peace we let be, we do
or we don't.

Distraction, amusement, same same, we think
engulfed in bemusement enjoying our time
worth of a minute, multiplies into a life's worth,

ex amined, lived, mind active weform being,
crazy kind, calm, collected, right on upto
examined vitamin mental activation, right
perpendicular to gravity, immediacy, nothing
not touching vectorially directly at a quarter
no medium is the media, touch thought
turn toward the actual axial age
of technical enlightenment,
we make wisdom feelable
rising form, found shapend
in the shadow codes *** culture,
coagulation of ways and means to ends
curds and whey, Alte Vista spider, timeless code,

in effect, curioser and curioser, the edge
of ever,

in once
upon a time etchings used as lures,

did Blake make you believe Eve mother of evil?

Or did your infantile curiosity animate an etching?

Itching to recall if our credentials allow questioning?

If, this instance, once reading, again, recalling once

I knew knowledge and life as the best of things,
Wisdom, sheform spirit of life in the way things make

positionable behind pre-posed essential mind locked
beliefs, the fruit of the action, believe,

believed to be intuitive, perceived
receivable as externalities, tying hope prosperity,

to trunks filled with spiritual dread knots,

knitters and crochetier gnosisnot clots,
itching to be picked at… as if embodying,

the whole idea mankindness is in one sack.
One bubble
universe
of all probability
on top
of recyclability, logos nous science
of all we believe
by now we may know,
by rote, rethinking a thousand heroic faces,

each posted publically, eventually evidence,
we did see that then and therefore take some

blame
for what comes next… whoa, danger,
peace

persist, the novel reader's mind set, peace,
no rush, a mellow pace, cloudy evening
no need to read the end, at this point.

Life in the flesh, the inside pitch
for all it's worth,

yeah, easily said, approaching

Augmented Intelligence Information

Use in an endeavor
to shake hands,
after the augmentations legal tech
pasted known known grown grew

on a query, what day is this really?

Day of Life Calculator… in the bubble
of all we know, we can leap to the answer
to an authorized query as to how many days
have I been in becoming me, the  memory?
- there can be ringing in our ears
- and humms from electricity
- we assignal mortal mindforms
Wise as a serpent, harmless as a dove?
Accepting peace as patience price, we pay

for knowing no just war ever was, honest man,
any honed over time and telling tumultuous times,

most finest edge
in imaginable peace space,
mental touch point immediacy, nada betwixt,

save stories we have
to stop
to think, we are a new way words work wonder
if we try
to weform reform whose peace works,

who can swear
to his own hurt, and admit it,
not worth it, lying
about truth forcing one to lie

or be so single minded as to lieve be a lie

I AM THE ONE, THAT ONE, THAT I AM THE FOOL

you came to see in my reflections
through ghucking ****** time dime story worths,
spent,

to reach this page, so you could read it and think
it does not confirm nor can any deny, truths

used artfully con tu permisso, y'know'stru
to device this mecanical logic, code, demand,
under wecan me do
stand, from bottom mind, fundamental we,
word users framing bubbles

of all we know, abstractions from the remains
of total chaos, whence fears form the realms
sub con science
of below together mind science, we remain
creatures capable of choosing, choosing
to read already enough, wu wei
peace be thinkable easy way
go be, go do become what becomes
of the alienated mind set free from fretting…

complexity solves nothing, loose the tie,

the final fiction used to be the hero,
in this story, as we thunk, we thunk,

the marvel literacy involves the back story,
a minute at a time most days, decided
by the third we aware attempt
to leave the peace wider…
from the pop

Therefore, today, January 18, 2025, would be the 24,318th day of life for someone born on June 27, 1946.
mmmnnow that error stands exemplary proving,
GIGO, basic assistant intelligence requires proof,

if you plan to think this hard at twenty, is it easy?

WHY? Worthship metrication time's pace

what day of your life is today.
A we form constitutes common sense.
awe we think pitiful.
assumes my peace pervertible.
Per turbine windings loosed perturbib
le break,
just iusta thank, read…. ready on four

To determine what day
of his life today would be
for someone born
Day of Life Calculator
Worth on examination… vvondefool life
To determine what day
of his life today is f
or a person born
on June 27, 1948, we need
to calculate the total number
of days
from that date
to January 19, 2025. {
or today we may assume okeh
using relativity adjustments}

From June 27, 1948,
to June 27, 2024,
is a span -resource
ibid, said thought new
to this single twisted fiber
span examined life, insurance
relative to quantum chances met
as expected, at the intrance immediacy

once, with nnnand gates, is all we need.
Once in this span specifically this few, could be
any life's numbered days, taken today, with interest
ahmen

revert to jello time,
tune to the time of day and consider
the lucifity in signalling in the night, here am I
in evers found between those same phasesims
there are 76 years.
Among these, 19 years are leap years
(1952, 1956, 1960, 1964, 1968, 1972, 1976, 1980, 1984, 1988, 1992, 1996, 2000, 2004, 2008, 2012, 2016, 2020, and 2024),
and the remaining 57 years
are common years.
Therefore, the total number
of days worth what ever this guy put in
is:
$$
76 \times 365 + 19 = 27740 + 19 = 27759 \text{ days}
$$

From June 27, 2024, to January 19, 2025, we need to count the days in each month:
- June 27, 2024, to June 30, 2024: 3 days
- July 2024: 31 days
- August 2024: 31 days
- September 2024: 30 days
- October 2024: 31 days
- November 2024: 30 days
- December 2024: 31 days
- January 1, 2025, to January 19, 2025: 19 days

Adding these up:
$$
3 + 31 + 31 + 30 + 31 + 30 + 31 + 19 = 206 \text{ days}
$$

Therefore, the total number of days from June 27, 1948, to January 19, 2025, is:
$$
27759 + 206 = 27965 \text{ days}
$$

So, today, January 19, 2025, is the 27965th day of the life of a person born on June 27, 1948.
.
was I a conception, let us take a chance,
Hemingway secret, how did she get pregnant,
there is no pyschenumbing hornyteen ok scene
an apprehension, me wishing to live in these days

a probable cause, intending
to attempt a making
do
usefully
of a thought that engulfs peace as you believe,
peace on earth really oughta feel, right,
¿before it make sense  
   to turn quest mode on
    going in to a series accent
of yen yanking fractalling thangs
the class or ways life has made thinkable these days,

we imagine, uploading, but not
wait, when quest mode stops
>? too much to ask… worth
for very long days
these days, news
eefeed fee free we flee
engulfing us informs times taken when recollected,

ever bigger bubbles
of what we think we may be,
quasi redeemable idle words, needing reading
taking may, in a certain mindform common sense,
I may read and rephrase formal mortal mindspace
experience recorded using human complexity sense

weform the conceptual tools we use to make sense.

Ah, then we post, to prove. today  a curios
whim from 1946, led to the unmentionable act,
indescribable, but to the mature mind, thirty years

past the blast doors blown off Ernie's brains.
Comments please
Io ti ** vista seduta al pianoforte
e mi sei parsa un angelo, una vergine
di certissimo aspetto – come fossi
oggi cresciuta lì su quelle soglie
di sveltissima musica, o fermento
bello di donna dalle dritte spalle
cui le dita di angelo racchiuso

hanno impresso una curva di mistero
mentre che all'apparenza ne gioivi
profondamente come in veste nuova.

E noi tutti di te ripensavamo
cose profonde e più miracolosa
che una vetta di sogno la tua dolce
cara presenza ci scioglieva i nodi
dentro il sangue del male e sollevava
la nostr'aria nel palpito felice
dei tuoi biondi finissimi capelli.
O seers, O Akabars,. Every Parsa Puthra I beckon
Come forth, show solidarity, everyone I reckon.
Let situations difficult come in any form;
Let us all together, unitedly, face the storm.
May Ahura us guide n show us the path right.
Pleeeeeease O Kind Lord, throw Your divine light.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
Io ti ** vista seduta al pianoforte
e mi sei parsa un angelo, una vergine
di certissimo aspetto - come fossi
oggi cresciuta lì su quelle soglie
di sveltissima musica, o fermento
bello di donna dalle dritte spalle
cui le dita di angelo racchiuso

hanno impresso una curva di mistero
mentre che all'apparenza ne gioivi
profondamente come in veste nuova.

E noi tutti di te ripensavamo
cose profonde e più miracolosa
che una vetta di sogno la tua dolce
cara presenza ci scioglieva i nodi
dentro il sangue del male e sollevava
la nostr'aria nel palpito felice
dei tuoi biondi finissimi capelli.

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