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Astounding Nov 2013
Dear self,

I'm sorry your spirit is broken
A firefly trapped in a jar yearning to be set free
I'm sorry for your sorrows
They're starting to get to thee
You were meant to shine for everyone
But they are selfish and want you all to themselves

I'm sorry no one understands the dreams you want to achieve
I'm sorry you can't get anyone to believe
Can't they see you drowning?
Drowning in your own tears
Dying in this hell your living is one of your biggest fears
I'm sorry your poetry is full of sadness and venting
I'm sorry your destroying this body you're renting
Deep on the cell of your heart, your memories you keep
Remincing on the easy years tends to make you weep
Why can't you get out of this hole
Apparently your wellbeing its supposed to save
But you may as well be standing in your own grave
kanma Oduwegwu Sep 2015
For some reasons
It seemed so right
To move out of life
renting a space in hell
awaiting my death

This became my fate
On that painful Friday
as I ran through hate
Punching my face on glass
With eyes open and sore
I chose death to life
When I said those words
     "I QUIT"
that will hunt me for life
as I retell I sigh
remincing my rash induced pain
Swallowing spittle to give gain
Holding on to withdrawn hands
Screaming in my dreams
As I cuss loudly
Bemoaning my fate
When I chose the path
Not carved by God
as he clearly told me....as I moved far away
"My daughter please stop"
Repent and return
as hell is in front
and regrets pursue you

I turned and sought
those arms I love
rewriting my words
Hoping for good...
But changes will be as I still remember
My five insane minutes of hell!!!
ChubbehMonkey May 2013
I haven't wrote about you in a long time
But you see
You still have my heart
Broken into bits
Residing the palms of your hands
Lays the biggest part of me
I still feel your chain
gripping my neck and pulling me back
you scream love me
you scream obey me
you scream until my ears are ******
I still cry thinking about you
About how you're never thinking about me too
I still shiver
Remincing about your caress
The heat of your breath before you bite my neck
You see i still love you
My biggest regret
the town,
like a body for all of my childhood memories to hide in,
to age,
to grown with every ache.

the town once heard the girl in an empty house
silence traveling through the air
was more welcomed than the screaming down the hall.
wandering eyes stare out the frosted window, hoping of better days.

one time
the tree of sarrows wasn't just a tree
outside the empty house.
it was the cause of scraped elbows and ripped knees
the sunset
the sound of goodbye was a harder pill to swallow
than what was inside.

the town once smelled homemade sugar cookies
in the escape across the empty house.
the town didn't notice
the frosting & sprinkles
the mess being made
but the feeling of disatisment and longing.

remincing of 1973-
blue bell bottoms,
the thought of a pack of cigarettes in his hand
the embrace of young lovers.

the town did not care about the faraway land
and how the children dreamed of dancing
around the trees on the mountain side.

only the children, after 10 years
cared about how to escape.

to leave the town,
rip open the rib cage,
sew the heart with promises of return
tell the mind to be a little more quiet
and hold the hand of dreams less forgotten
Ken Pepiton Jun 2022
lighter, on balance or noise? I imagine
minds must be spirit first. I maximise… diffusion

or do I surmise? I promise, a maxim,
I do not know, but may
I say to my self who has the keys,
and find
qwerty guy, let us pull the thread, I said
- inner self ware SDK-ith {Writ in LISP}
- Soft-ware Deployment Kick-in-the-head
Okeh, says my eye listening to BBC 4,
from everhowlong ago,
Auden and Turing, lauded by geeks
and the per-ifery of no-repro-models, idividuating.

Laughing I hear it said, College Students
believe every thing they read, is known
you belive, for a second
all of this is true, or may, could, be maybe
to all who read things they read right.
- or do they believe the things they read? Critical point.
---------------------------
True story, on the trail to Admah, from Zeboiim,

-later, maybe

Change from good enough,
to best imaginable, actual
heaven ahead of schedule.

Let us literally agree, literally means:
since the 1530s,
"in a literal sense,
according to the exact meaning
of the word or words used,"

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

According to knowledge,
as my granddaughter, Delaney, has noticed.
Knowledge, itself, per se,
is the ultimate authority. She was seven.

To go into the garden, we must love each other or die.
The Daisy ad, played to boomer voters, reared
in public schools
with current events mandated
tested ala spelling bees, current events champs,
all aspiring Jeopardy champs, after retiring from…

That was the grey flannel mind, reset-
Total War, the 1965 one-off comic,
Musgrove ran away and joined the army.
- scattered brains far better than none
- -----------
I was away in 1968.

And when I returned,
I hid in here,
undermining reality, souldout.
- as conjecture has it I was expected
- to go into the ministry.
- It seems a deal was made,
- for my sister Peggy's unbaptized soul.
- I was sould to the Child Buyer… 1951
------ jump cut-
I escaped the historical 1970's

but for the mind virus common to cults.
--- my world furled tritest tricolor flat real.
TV Ad… in passing 1972… ALERT… no
repair called for, idle threat redeemed
in time, though, you know,
- hell, what if, Jesus is a Sadist?
idle threat, you
better believe, I am
gonna vote for good.
JBS library, and the KJV
Meldau's The Messiah,
in Both Testaments.

Phreak me out. This is that Neal Young trip.
Journey Through the Past,
Handel's Messiah, live from the Alamo Cult.
- we elected our own Mayor.
- So, sit on your bayonet
- Mr. Cahill from Rolling Stone…

and what else might I be
gonna vote for?
You can do anything with bayonets,
it is said, Napoleon said.
better believer, raises the ***,
_ there are two kinds of knowledge
------------ jump cut from the cover
of Rolling Stone. Bet me…
Genesis. Call, I raise you M-DNA.
good and evil, who told you she was naked?
-- is this poker or Go?
I thought it was truth or consequences,
from yes,
-oh, yeh, same…
They let anybody in this spirit realm.
------------- garden of LBJ's inaugural vision
Only evil knowing, no evil doing.
You never forget that.
--- the wedom I was
Divvied up to be.
Eretz
Persona. We ache
at evil's constant threat, gonna
gitchagitchagitcha
rub you raw
itchy ear, you hear,
have you never read,
-- SYTFiction formally,
some things one learns,
there comes a state… as
minds conform to standards.
-Same Yesterday Today Forever,
wake up.
face the music, pass water and cess.
Get the act together,
put the show on the air.
-Radioman remincing
-how he helped Sisyphus try once
more,  to activate the effectual
fervent mode
on purpose, roll on,
a job, from Truth, per said.
-----------
All the gangs I ever was near,
as an eligibility tech,
in the war
on poverty,
during the crack baby scare-
scare that was viral at the time.
-- those grew from wild boys,
corralled in the system,
susceptible to spiritual advisory
boredom
resulting in, yep,
the legendary wasted mind,
-time in mind, time may be deemed.
Used, not wasted…
made idle instead of being made
an idle mind's workshop,
fabricating confabulated reasons
for war, on call, pull the trigger,
ryhmes in y'mind, you know
- whatcheworth, y'little devil?

workshop… an idled mind, kick starts.
-New reality, a first whatifier glimpse.
May, I nod, may is your word in my wedom.

Look around, all these stupid
crack babies we was warning
don't you dare be born,
boy… you'd be better off dead.

-- what are we up to, wh'sgwanon?

We were born with a sense of common,
we know, without the filters emotions use,
we see through the glass at UHD and beyond

on wifi-only cellphones unupgraded years ago,
we are the world-
on the internet from McDonald's,
Persona Eretz,
we who read this line, we are attached
in context at the time, we are aware we are
in formed
ware, words in congress with progress,
pining to say, I think, Jerry Pournelle said:

Pens with motors are more powerful
than swords with motors.

Ai say, Intelligence twisted to defend oaths,
is powerless when opposing basic ethical I
Ai Go, win, causing no shame,
win by least possible point, of course,
through human events,
living history doxology. Sign off,

Three key salute.

— The End —