Party line. Crazy conversation from a true believer,
left me feeling kinda prickly, so I got this high,
and looked back on all I was told to watch out...
Amen,
Indeed, at the mental sylabble, said meaningfully,
as mental activity, per se, aspiring to inspire, you,
dear reader,
the imaginary other,
on the other side of all I think we see,
when we look, this way, back through
this medium we mindtouch through,
thought through rough or furbished,
with a will to make a thing, a way
is often made known, as if we think a way
say, what if,
say wonder, the verb, we use, we know,
we make believe we can see it so,
just so, right,
as when we know
which hand to use, you know,
we swing our sensitivities, around
wondering how long one alone
would need to read all that has been
told known, put into the cloud as evidence,
any willing mind, taken to core as good manners,
and profitable methods to bore less as chores,
using knowledge originally intended unknowable,
by creator's perogative, declared, there'll be,
something, hellish, yes, where does that idea
reside, that sure knowledge, that we are all ******,
unless, yes, more or less, a few, feel the call to know,
eh,
why or how, eh
daily ordering of our domicile,
daily letting this mind be in thee, or me,
depending on the way the integral tale is told.
What ties ligament to bone?
In some situations,
there you are, thinking why you think at all,
and as you do, you think you did, so what.
Now, what, if we have wondered, now what
is what we got, for that effort, if you ever wondered
how the whole situation,
the cloud containing all the vastest data banks,
news draw interesting times from, for your attention,
click, and repeat, recall, the history of me, since
my first IBM readable responces on all 500 hats,
Red Ryder B.B. gun hangs on my wall, still yet,
child mind slips, slides us past the pressure,
feel the evolved will, to pass the scribal exams,
1954 baseline Achievment Test data, grade one,
first task, make thy own rural pen,
wait, now, make thy own smooth surface,
invent a reader for the marks to mean a thing…
- see, the kind of minds we have for use,
- literally all the learning proven conservable
- is at our fingertips, if you can read this now,
- some actual agency granted this technology
to flourish in families, for centuries, before we all
had access to this wave of wisdom, a dominion of ways,
perspectives on precepts used to shelter
ways to use sticky mud,
ways to use dry straw,
ways to use hot sun to dry fruits,
too far back to feel survival skills
sufficient to believe, life uses luck,
and words we both can use,
we believe we
have being in this atmosphere,
on the planet, third from that ordinary star,
only planet known beyond any doubt, where
what we are quantized particles at identifiable
points in the history of all that we, the information,
we, the persons involved at the evidence retrieval,
- the ceremony,
- ya'll come, we gather to retell our children,
- this is what we were when America was great,
We had the whole world in our pocket, Ike knew,
you know he knew, the monstors men can imagine,
when it comes to winning wars, primary purpose
along a chosen duty path to high value human status,
like a king, power,
under the highest commonly conceived,
authority. The writing on the wall.
Secret sacred excremental waste, ah,
***** plaistered walls in that awe-ful Irish gaol.
We all saw it, on telly, as true as Donald Trump…
we all see the *****, and we all hear those who eat it,
swearing it does smack of the promises to the righteous.
Made by a couple of Cromwellian Prime Servants.
The Blessed Few are duty bound to rule the disorder,
form a line, dollop of self con, fiduciary response, set
nil, no clue, nothing funny, Donald Trump is loveable,
easily as cuddly as Harvey Weinstein, party goers say.
I think one who donates money to either candidate is working from an agenda.
And I disagree with all the excuses they use for themselves/ we must have better choices for the role.
