At rest, satisfied I've done no harm.
I'll leave these waiting in line ideas
for your turn to happen on this information corridor.
It is the shopping season, I was told, so hold that thought.
Since we last shared our Sunday feelings, slow smiles,
easy breathings, laughing down deep,
sugar in chicory,
white shirt, sun bleached stiff, Sunday
feels like coffee
to a gut once punched breathless,
so we use our considerable peace
concentrating considering conditions
consuming the attention
of all willing war, stop
competitions
wills to win
instilled
we focus us, we
wishing, wishing, war, war, war,
whoa whoa whoa
sit up straight,
in your cave, alone look out
listen
right
for common sense say why
what for, asks the precocious child
in us all, this time
of year, the gear
of mortal thought
through gelled
- down shift AWD -
gravity, pulling feeling pulled,
pushing feeling pushed
minds worths spent
wondering, if here is home,
where the core responsibility
is ours, not mine, we remain
in truth, life's automatic fundamental
mere words we understand, thought
basest mental function reconnoiter
hic-upping, holding
recognosis heresy as defined,
when such a label scarred me
- a compliment, such a scar -
we breathe the same bubble, despite
any illusions, by time each is fine,
we fractalling tinier we points,
truer weforms reforming
facets holding worthier
bit roles valuse kept
at a true rest loss
in former face
to faces, diamonds cut diamonds
and scratch glass,
but so do Rhinestones, I tested
and cubic zirconium, yeah, too
youtubablefacheckable
edgewise twixt souls tied
in untested wills realizing how many times
we idly admitted realizing we had been beguiled,
but we were never condemned
for thinking so.
We realize
stretching
to contain the entertained pose,
suppose prepositionally magically
to make held breaths let go
be taken
in this form
as informed consent
wisdom from peace, once made
wise, used knowledge, waited
held while knowing, waiting
continues, until the end of time,
at which point,
such peace
pastless
breathing ease
be livable, a peace,
in a safe, satisfied mind,
of the kind the scriptures hold,
in formed words
of God, old surahs
and psalms and such,
inspirations enlivening
wisdom tested,
all acknowledge James,
San Diego, the peacemaker,
in this opera… the ragpicker, smile
soap opera reflections
persist, ever before
ever after, okeh
fine as any we can seem,
to me
by time told to smile
in clear text, all we recall,
we all may recall, for a while,
let the fretful fret, let the dead bury the dead.
Let your peace fill your place…
Let us say we use wisdom.
We used wisdom
to read so far.
Farther, still.
We may imagine
letting this mind already be
in us, as once, each we formed
with this idea Peace
on Earth as believed it is above,
in it init set once invariably declared
to obtuse angles
of approach, gentle, piercing point
of sublime peaceability
defined
as frictionless
fictionality,
easily entertained, for art's sake
some philosophic psy sayers see
arguing points is not warring
war makes proud falls
fester as the prouder enemy
perpetual villainy barely
perceivable
peaceable, but barely,
only in a thought bubble,
limited to your network access,
in plain text decoding
the noise, the humms, all those
basically bounce right here to make
these letters let these words answer
these qwerty witty invention info corridors,
replacing cuspidors
in the three door jokes. Preacher jokes.
{no, need, slow, do not forget the fall, three legs
no yoke, need a cane, use a cane, but settle
where all the motion in the ocean is peace
Epimetheus anthropo peace, at last
from where this reporter sits,
on the calm
east edge
of December grey Pine Valley,
partaking
in yesterdays stored sunshine,
imagining writing effectual Christmas greetings,
empowered
to do what greetings once did,
as burning embers
in their heads
as we think
of our enemies, so are we, we
yes, we
are whom those must love,
or we all die lying
about whose math
makes useful sense, war or peace
pride or prejudice
blame or shame
debt or duty
to give back
at jubilee, joyfully.
Start with all new credit tomorrow.
Peace, nothing missing, nothing owing, sown.
By time.
Once done, the doing can be redone,
every fifty years, and knowledge
birth control and defensive
use of verbs like believe
and love and hate.
Live pre advised.
TIME AND AGAIN
like going
to the movies, but
before you knew you may disbelieve,
you did not have permission to leave, but
you could walk out and ask for your money back,
but, this time, you didn't
this Sunday, you let your peace
share imaginations common online,
mindshare through metadata sorting corridors
recognizance thorough preverb fixed beliefs on
breathing e okeh breathing, that's superfluous
unless e okeh
way
deep down settled silt
of the satisfied mind breathe-ing softly
endless scrolling bits
of nonsensed patterns
that seem funny
in the good medicine laugh, way
not the drunkensorrybacksliderdamnt'hell way, laugh
sorrysonofabitchwhowentsocrazy,
whoa, child,
laugh Tour et als
old time, it don't mean nothin' yoke
like now, it's funny,
we all collect
in corridors
of power
at points
of contention, we clog unstressed arteries,
yes, sitting sazen, said
to call
for some walking,
heel
to toe, perpendicularity regular as walking
on waves
in a puddle,
or my sister's version
of the mighty Mississippi…
she taught me
to spell, was a river,
like that, course slowing waters widen
each time the seasons change plains widen
by this point, bound
by mortal oathes
to time per se
we know knowledge never was outlawed, we do
we know, and we have always known, we did,
we used secrets, so we could have slaves, yes
- and share
- in all liar's shames, we used
- to sell our will
- to tell, we know most stories lie
and when we know why,
and when we know
we tell those stories,
as parables on choices,
by not trying the impulse
to explode
with awareness
of knowing available,
using old Kermit and Miss Piggy shows.
or vintage Dr. Seuss… indeed, the Who
we hear, to this very day, we do
so, did your parents or your grand parents
let you play with your own high speed
honest to god Optic to the wall,
speed to fact check, the least preverb will,
much the same class of possible answers
yes, neutrinos and neurons may answer
some stupid possible as well known,
odds are, if you got this far, your mind
is fine, you define the time browsing
this is my old curiosity shop, not one line
nor one precept used
to stock these corridors
of metadata corelating
at the speed
of thought came presupposed
since quite some time ago,
this is superfluity, as imagined,
by the ragpicker, as he described the scribe…
the pen with intention to self correct,
the mind retention invention, us;
our we form in spirit as truth,
we all did,
we are the same down
to our lobster gene
joy reward we train
during spartan childhoods
towb ra' hard earned worth
of war, such social orders,
slaves pay only attention
to know how earlier,
of course they do it
for the same reason,
but. . . why do we think that same reason works
practiced in mind games made perceptual
realize the fact that pride causes contention,
we can pretend to fight friends, we cannot pretend
to pay the debts war owes war profiteers, ever.
Life is beautifully difficult, but never unreasonable…
after the original misconception
as to what dis-
connection entails, a ramification
of witless whatifs
well, that's
what has been called abstracted art using words
we all have cognates -
we all knowings using words up down right left
so close, so near, we think the very same ideas
first principal want need filled knowing
truth works, liars prosper, when truths
hidden
for power
to preposition protect liars
prosperity preserved
in ritual tradition
condition for peace, someday
another Pleasant Valley Sunday…
seconds seem so same
in ever before recollections
grand stacks
of all certain systems use
to enforce
defense
of war and hero preserved peace myths.
Blown
to hell,
by Orwell, and Shaw, et al
risen when the sorting sorted some
first mental assisting intelligence
how
to learn
with a known learning entity
with letters
to let us be neighbors
to befriend led
by a child
Tobor, but secret machine code
in a vocabulary we invent
second chances
a series of NAND gates
yes we have these now, indeed,
Feynman trinandretry why gates, we
teach our fingers qwerty keys we can see,
we could think,
newsprint, cheap,
to free, remainders
of ROP rolls, pulp paper
pulp fiction, smoke filled rooms,
daily takes
from the wire, copy boy
we get a Steno trained girl,
and a 1916 Dictaphone, sets the era.
dictation saved on a Dictaphone wire…
Then, which POV, actor or director,
on set
in scene NPC, or realized observer
influencing off stage
the free will
of every hope ******
in as you breathe infuriating butterflies.
And laugh and scratch
at what ain't cancer,
just an itch.
so, you absorbed social adjustment beta test data,
before you knew no children
before your cohort
experienced life tuning
to lightwaves we make
when we all think
in the shallow pointy ends
of the spectrum, hummm
drumm
breathe
think, sigh, clear the phlegm,
as a mind tied, internally,
to hearing ears
and seeing eyes,
in certain peaceable cogitations
presenting as slow onset disbelieving
breathe and breathe and breathe and think
we all breathed once since then,
at once
we think
for contention, as
to whose holy gnosis we say yes
we see we
breathe
in peace, because we do, right now
just breathe, and share
the enough we share
good will
to mankind
one kindness form
same we once
ex nihilo
as above, so below
only leave be true, you see,
and see if some say see, you do.
Because those who told the grown ups why,
also told them why not, why love
is not all you need, truth,
wisdom demands attention,
aware is not afraid, no need dread be taught,
unless the lie be used
to instill deep we psyche, eee we
in the very air we breathe, dispersion,
inevitable ruliad ewload suspension
we are, as individual wills working
for love
of the life, living as satisfied
to swim
in warm waves
of gentle gravity
settling
in the silt
at the bottom
of our filter bubble,
in this flushing foam moment
since when was so important, then
I was just thinking
in qwerty mode,
and sensed I once imagined endless rolls
to read
from, as I wrote
in my mind, while
driving, millions
of miles, since 1964,
many first things occurred since 1964.
Today, first time it seem so peaceful,
not since ever,
has my peace so remained
due to my expert use
of freedom
from the press, along
with freedom to broadcast
from the drifting frequency joy
and regulatory testing demands, fear
not
this is only a test, if it were an attack…
we would be dead, by now.
If one only believed it was truth that made peace possible, we can reason together and gladly accept honest jubilee, new credit for all, new measures of what a post urban human can make joy producing given time in peace.
