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Ken Pepiton Aug 2018
Memes! Angels, aberrations of opposition super standing
overseeing you,

The screamin' heebie jeebies.

Yo, where you wanta go, you axin me we just go

with it, the flow 'know?

What I mean is, are we memes or mes or messes of yeses
gone all johnny rcome late-rotten scarred scared, some thing not so far
from sacred when you put your mind to the whole idea of life being

at all. Thinking this is not easy. We are Able. Our belly's living waters cry out,

you are your brother's keeper, yes, you are.

Be leavin' that be, I am is, and you is,
too. When you apprehend the meme named
war.
That meme has led the me-me mob for as far as men
remember, but
now, machines remember for us, all the facts, just
the facts, ma'am.

Why'd the d go into a comma, Pop?

Welt (Duetch, bitte) Enshaung, glaube ich, vie leicht, aber

are we ever going to filter out these German bleed-overs?
stay tuned, next week the meme beacon is pulled down,

who shall pre or post or ex maybe vail, travail, like
trip
wow, I hate being a 20 year old vet back in the U.S. of A.
FTA All the way, Airborne

*******, Herman Hesse *******
Jorney to and fro the east to west, and soon, et
cetera. Siam is a mere myth now, eh?

As the Narnia thing not called a heathen lie was allowed
allowable in mere Christianity.

I've only seen the English POV's on PBS, they may be filtered through
feedback, meme belching bursting bubbles from new wine 'nold vessels about to plode into eternity, singing along.

Thank you, very much. May I introduce, duce, intro duce, y'gittin this?

Duce means 2 if you see e squeen between, you see that?

Fun. No reason for fun? Who here, now, believes that or, no,
bees leavin' those lies be told?

Hunh? Y'know? Watch man, waht of the night?

See, what I mean? All this from me hearin' some guy say,
"Come and see, like that was  okeh. For any body, n'me, too.

Thinking, as a past-time, is pointless. You know, if you act like it.
Reading Howard Bloom's (Audiobook) for about the fourth time this week, while continuing the Radioman Chronicles pre-see-quel dilemea. I think epic poetry is seducing me.
The blackbirds flew

at the ivy-covered wall,

Kamikaze, calls more

screams than musical.


Floating in a book, I

looked up to see them ex-

plode into a nest of road-

map lines and leaves.
Key Sep 2017
So precious is life
Until it's taken away

Whether by age or disease
Death is a shadow
Hiding in the trees
Waiting to wrap it's claws
Around your soul
Steal you away from Mars, oops I mean Earth

Why do we grieve
When we're supposed to celebrate
Why do we celebrate
When we're supposed to grieve
We hold our composure for the most part

  Then suddenly, it's like we're a work of art
                                                 We   E                     and rage
                                                          ­      X
                                                                ­   PLODE


        Until we don't know ourselves  
That's death c r e e p i n g, l u r k i n g
     Amongst the shadows
Waiting to send you back from once you came!

Reminding you
What's here today
Can be gone tomorrow
Then we'll feel the sorrow, the hurt, the regret
That's just more motivation
To push to enjoy every moment
Take in every breath
  
But you're living is not the same
as others
We're searching for a connect
Reasons to tell us why
How could we be filled with light,
Yet left in the dark?

By faith in Him
And a l l that we must endure
For
Death hides in your footprints
              Just waiting for that day
                                  To allure you away...
                                                         ­              ...
So, this is my first poem about death in this tone. I've recently lost a family member that died in front of me. I'm still not sure how to take it. This is all I've come up with.
Sky Oct 2016
Did you ever meet a girl who's name just should have been Sunshine
Because she was so bright and warm, and her smile
Was a sunrise after a dark and stormy night, everything is bright
and even though she was a little bit strange
She wasn't quite right, you just couldn't help but enjoy her company?

That was me, once upon a time
I was a fair princess with a golden heart and a broken brain.
I was oblivious to the monsters that prowled the world
Until I met a broken girl with broken emotions and a shattered brain
And I learned that people are terrible creatures
They claw your eyes out and eat all of your food
They leave you mangled and cracked and scared and sad and about to explode
They turn us into ticking time bombs
And there are less of us every day who can cut the right wires
And we
All
Ex
Plode  .
I was a sunshine girl, then I met the storm
And I thunder and I strike, but
Somehow there is never rain
And I hurt and I love
And I remember how I was a sunshine girl,
How I lit up the world;
I still want to be a sunshine girl.

— The End —