"verbum" poems - Hello Poetry

i just lamented a more complex version of this; i just cannot believe we denote the same thing in order to share an understanding of the same by denoting as such, but when acting we feel so differently about it; imagine the noun iran in the mouth of an american, then picture the verbs subsequent... then imagine the noun america in the mouth of an iranian, then picture the verbs subsequent: words hold as much emotion as actions discard, even though the actions are worded, and the words are almost imaginary when concerned with what iraq was when given belshazzar. i wonder if as many people would **** or die for the noun apple, as they do for allah - say the noun apple... apple apple apple long enough... will you get apple juice? well no, so if you keep on saying the noun allah allah... will that thing materialise? the imaginary atheistic sense of the word allah, is that humanity turned the noun allah into a verb of its own chosing due to man's free will, i.e., say allah casually over coffee, now say allah in jihad clothing... the same noun among diverse verbs... might as well invent a new grammatical category of nouns and verbs mingling... nouverbs... what noun invokes what action, consolidated in what are excesses of adjectives, given the quality of a life lived - the man who casually said the noun allah in a coffee shop in denmark managed to integrate into danish society and start up a newspaper... the man in syria who "casually" said the noun allah in a coffee shop in syria didn't manage the former... because his orientation of the noun changed the path of the sequence of nouns / beheaded nuns, since the cutting of the word verb, managed to craft non-verbum-ergo-actio. in defence of avoiding one’s own mortality, one speaks against one’s own death, thus one speaks with the enemy of the people one shares a life with, for a fake chance of the feeling of prolonging.

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Dec 16, 2015

Dec 16, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

2nd imagism

i just lamented a more complex version of this; i just cannot believe we denote the same thing in order to share an understanding of the same by denoting as such, but when acting we feel so differently about it; imagine the noun iran in the mouth of an american, then picture the verbs subsequent... then imagine the noun america in the mouth of an iranian, then picture the verbs subsequent: words hold as much emotion as actions discard, even though the actions are worded, and the words are almost imaginary when concerned with what iraq was when given belshazzar. i wonder if as many people would **** or die for the noun apple, as they do for allah - say the noun apple... apple apple apple long enough... will you get apple juice? well no, so if you keep on saying the noun allah allah... will that thing materialise? the imaginary atheistic sense of the word allah, is that humanity turned the noun allah into a verb of its own chosing due to man's free will, i.e., say allah casually over coffee, now say allah in jihad clothing... the same noun among diverse verbs... might as well invent a new grammatical category of nouns and verbs mingling... nouverbs... what noun invokes what action, consolidated in what are excesses of adjectives, given the quality of a life lived - the man who casually said the noun allah in a coffee shop in denmark managed to integrate into danish society and start up a newspaper... the man in syria who "casually" said the noun allah in a coffee shop in syria didn't manage the former... because his orientation of the noun changed the path of the sequence of nouns / beheaded nuns, since the cutting of the word verb, managed to craft non-verbum-ergo-actio. in defence of avoiding one’s own mortality, one speaks against one’s own death, thus one speaks with the enemy of the people one shares a life with, for a fake chance of the feeling of prolonging.

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Nu har jeg glemt dig. Nu har jeg glemt dig. Nu har jeg glemt dig! Nu har jeg glemt dig! Nu har jeg virkelig glemt dig! Har jeg nu glemt dig?

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Nov 11, 2015

Nov 11, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC

holkenfeldt

At glemme (verbum)

Nu har jeg glemt dig. Nu har jeg glemt dig. Nu har jeg glemt dig! Nu har jeg glemt dig! Nu har jeg virkelig glemt dig! Har jeg nu glemt dig?

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photo-sensitivity of touch devices (notably a samsung tablet) translated via a differential content encoding... i.e. expose a touch-screen to excessive heat, via, such as this godforsaken intake of sunlight in england... and all the verbal / commentary videos? start jittering, breaking-up... not exactly punk: as in - scratched transmission, but cyber- "funk"... music videos? clear transmission, no "vinyl scratching" interludes, no instance of a rough coughing edit... mind you... did you know that if you encode a scratched CD into mp4 format, and load it into an iPod the iPod translates a hardware fault? yeah... the ****** thing breaks down! starts getting the "jitters"... as if an auto-censor stuttering... do the same with an mp3 device... no problem... it's that sort of observation akin to playing the Sims, and using the VR puppet to play the computer... while you're playing the computer: that's how i got out of the game... wormhole weirdness... but a scratched CD translated into a mp4 device will break - mind-boggling! just like apple computers are immune to trojan viruses (etc.) - iPods didn't seem to have the same immunity when you followed protocol of copyright, i.e. buy a CD, and translating it into the mp4 format... reiteration: a scratched CD encoded into mp4 will break the device... in mp3 you can actually hear the scratch-jump across a music track... but the device continues to function... same with touch-sensitive devices... expose it to too much sunlight and all pure-verbum (talking) videos begin to unfold as is DJ sensitive - scratched, jittering... but a music video? plays out without a single "paradoxical" indentation. oh hell, apple ios great... but no one really gave an example how faulty hardware (scratched CD) translates into a faulty device (a "stuttering" iPod)... which is basically a generic standard computer virus - default software a priori: an "original sin": the "no man's land" of thesis and antithesis - the parenthesis - perhaps even the supreme (sic) example... but it's "out there": this mp4 format of translating hardware... the software inherently copies one fault (scratched CD) into another ****** up iPod). to be honest, i was only going to write the following, entitled (ode to my ex): every ********** i've ever met was 100 times more responsible about getting pregnant; i've imagined prisons with less shackles and far better excuses to: "settle down" with a man; i'm no more a monkey than she is a mantis.

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Jul 9, 2018

Jul 9, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

mp4 devices and scratched CDs

photo-sensitivity of touch devices (notably a samsung tablet) translated via a differential content encoding... i.e. expose a touch-screen to excessive heat, via, such as this godforsaken intake of sunlight in england... and all the verbal / commentary videos? start jittering, breaking-up... not exactly punk: as in - scratched transmission, but cyber- "funk"... music videos? clear transmission, no "vinyl scratching" interludes, no instance of a rough coughing edit... mind you... did you know that if you encode a scratched CD into mp4 format, and load it into an iPod the iPod translates a hardware fault? yeah... the ****** thing breaks down! starts getting the "jitters"... as if an auto-censor stuttering... do the same with an mp3 device... no problem... it's that sort of observation akin to playing the Sims, and using the VR puppet to play the computer... while you're playing the computer: that's how i got out of the game... wormhole weirdness... but a scratched CD translated into a mp4 device will break - mind-boggling! just like apple computers are immune to trojan viruses (etc.) - iPods didn't seem to have the same immunity when you followed protocol of copyright, i.e. buy a CD, and translating it into the mp4 format... reiteration: a scratched CD encoded into mp4 will break the device... in mp3 you can actually hear the scratch-jump across a music track... but the device continues to function... same with touch-sensitive devices... expose it to too much sunlight and all pure-verbum (talking) videos begin to unfold as is DJ sensitive - scratched, jittering... but a music video? plays out without a single "paradoxical" indentation. oh hell, apple ios great... but no one really gave an example how faulty hardware (scratched CD) translates into a faulty device (a "stuttering" iPod)... which is basically a generic standard computer virus - default software a priori: an "original sin": the "no man's land" of thesis and antithesis - the parenthesis - perhaps even the supreme (sic) example... but it's "out there": this mp4 format of translating hardware... the software inherently copies one fault (scratched CD) into another ****** up iPod). to be honest, i was only going to write the following, entitled (ode to my ex): every ********** i've ever met was 100 times more responsible about getting pregnant; i've imagined prisons with less shackles and far better excuses to: "settle down" with a man; i'm no more a monkey than she is a mantis.

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Tantum tempus temporis quoniam aliena femina in meo cubiculo dormivit; ecce illi quantum dulce somnus est. Quanta etiam libera somnia sunt. In alia aetate mundum certe rexit vel optimo regi in matrimonio fideliter ducta est qui iuxtus flumen psalmos luce lunae scripsit. **** me iri foras egressum et spatiatum Nihil occurit hic, nihil umquam fit. Praeterea si incedat iam volat me narrare; habeo nihil, praecipue erga quicquid erat. Viam cepi aviam qua celeres non superant; dignis praemia sunt qui verbum veritatis distinguere possunt. Hospes solus me docere potuit praeclaram orem iustitiae contemplari et videre oculum pro oculo, et dentem pro dente. Nisi duo homines in mansionem, Est nullus in viso; verem exspectant, proinde quasi ver plaustro accederet. Mundus deleretur ea nocte sed meae amicae aequum esset; illa meo cubiculo dormiret *** revenirem. Meridiano me promoveo adhuc in obscura parte viae; in angustos corruere et constans manere non possum. Alius mea ore dicit sed solum meo animo audit, calcas omnibus etiam tibi feci quibus tamen careo. Ego et ego In creatione quo ingenium alicuius nec alicui ignoscit nec excolit. Ego et ego unus alteri dicit nullus et videre imaginem meum et vivere possit. From "Bird's Nest In Your Hair" by Brian Jobe

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May 21, 2017

May 21, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC

traci-sims

Ego et Ego after Bob Dylan

Tantum tempus temporis quoniam aliena femina in meo cubiculo dormivit; ecce illi quantum dulce somnus est. Quanta etiam libera somnia sunt. In alia aetate mundum certe rexit vel optimo regi in matrimonio fideliter ducta est qui iuxtus flumen psalmos luce lunae scripsit. **** me iri foras egressum et spatiatum Nihil occurit hic, nihil umquam fit. Praeterea si incedat iam volat me narrare; habeo nihil, praecipue erga quicquid erat. Viam cepi aviam qua celeres non superant; dignis praemia sunt qui verbum veritatis distinguere possunt. Hospes solus me docere potuit praeclaram orem iustitiae contemplari et videre oculum pro oculo, et dentem pro dente. Nisi duo homines in mansionem, Est nullus in viso; verem exspectant, proinde quasi ver plaustro accederet. Mundus deleretur ea nocte sed meae amicae aequum esset; illa meo cubiculo dormiret *** revenirem. Meridiano me promoveo adhuc in obscura parte viae; in angustos corruere et constans manere non possum. Alius mea ore dicit sed solum meo animo audit, calcas omnibus etiam tibi feci quibus tamen careo. Ego et ego In creatione quo ingenium alicuius nec alicui ignoscit nec excolit. Ego et ego unus alteri dicit nullus et videre imaginem meum et vivere possit. From "Bird's Nest In Your Hair" by Brian Jobe

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The cloister garth exploded in afternoon sunlight, post meridiem solis the lone mulberry tree the only shelter or shade where monks gathered for tea and cake, luce disperde le tenebre an Italian monk said as I sipped tea he eyeing me, light dispersing darkness I mused seeing Dom James pass by he smiling carrying his cup and saucer to Dom Bede, l'obscurité empiète où la foi échoue the French monk muttered next to the other I said nothing but mused on his words where faith fails darkness encroaches, cloister bell tolled conversations ceased the monks went their way to task or prayer or contemplation I helped push the trolley with the large teapot and cups and such to the abbey kitchen Dom Patrick worked in silence, in silentio est verbum Dei, God's word in silence an old monk had told me once white bearded tonsured of head God speaks in silence he said.

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Dec 31, 2016

Dec 31, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC

TerryCollett

IN SILENCE HE SPEAKS MCMLXIX.

The cloister garth exploded in afternoon sunlight, post meridiem solis the lone mulberry tree the only shelter or shade where monks gathered for tea and cake, luce disperde le tenebre an Italian monk said as I sipped tea he eyeing me, light dispersing darkness I mused seeing Dom James pass by he smiling carrying his cup and saucer to Dom Bede, l'obscurité empiète où la foi échoue the French monk muttered next to the other I said nothing but mused on his words where faith fails darkness encroaches, cloister bell tolled conversations ceased the monks went their way to task or prayer or contemplation I helped push the trolley with the large teapot and cups and such to the abbey kitchen Dom Patrick worked in silence, in silentio est verbum Dei, God's word in silence an old monk had told me once white bearded tonsured of head God speaks in silence he said.

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Aspen of Appalachia, away, Bereft from bleating, brooding bovine. Clay County contrives conspiracy Doomed, darkened, deceitful. Directed Eastward at Eastaboga’s emp’ror Full of most fitting flight, fleeing from God. Those good graces known given up, Heartily, exchanged happenstance his Immortal soul for idolatry. Jeered at Jehovah, jested Jesus, Kingdom keeping the kicked knaves knowing Lowly that the Lord lash little at Men who make ****** and mudwork made Nightly. Nefarious no-goods now, Open but not ostracized. Oh, old People praise the past per penchant but Quickly they quit; queerly quell their quest, Running from redemption and rambling So he stopped searching, got set soulless, Turned to the tantric, tuned to the tumult, Unburdened with useless unknowns. Up Verily and vivaciously, vet Words which will warrant wonder. Why not ****** excellent, exuberant? Yet, ye of yellow faith, yon Yahweh Zeros the zest of zig-zagged zetas.

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Jun 12, 2019

Jun 12, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC

william-13

Ad Verbum IX

Aspen of Appalachia, away, Bereft from bleating, brooding bovine. Clay County contrives conspiracy Doomed, darkened, deceitful. Directed Eastward at Eastaboga’s emp’ror Full of most fitting flight, fleeing from God. Those good graces known given up, Heartily, exchanged happenstance his Immortal soul for idolatry. Jeered at Jehovah, jested Jesus, Kingdom keeping the kicked knaves knowing Lowly that the Lord lash little at Men who make ****** and mudwork made Nightly. Nefarious no-goods now, Open but not ostracized. Oh, old People praise the past per penchant but Quickly they quit; queerly quell their quest, Running from redemption and rambling So he stopped searching, got set soulless, Turned to the tantric, tuned to the tumult, Unburdened with useless unknowns. Up Verily and vivaciously, vet Words which will warrant wonder. Why not ****** excellent, exuberant? Yet, ye of yellow faith, yon Yahweh Zeros the zest of zig-zagged zetas.

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"Les femmes jouissent d'abord par l'oreille" Dit Marguerite Duras Toi, mon HYDRE-MUSE, tu jouis Par l'oreille absolue et frivole Magnifiée Par la danse à contre-temps De la poésie pénétrante Du saxo et de la tumba Du coupé décalé et de l'azonto Entre violons et accordéons Qui fait voltiger sur tes hanches Toute la copelia complicada de ta libido. Je rentre sans hâte dans la mue de la couleuvre Et je te ceins la taille. Réinventons les croisés en cinquième position Du ballet classique de Noureev, Petipa et Balanchine Et à quatre pattes virevoltons dans le Bolchoi. Setenta y ocho : Je te tatoue le bas des reins D'un tatou boule qui exécute Des renversés arrière multicolores Dans les plus intimes sillons de ta peau. Cero : Verbum Sapientiae Principium Est ! De mon pinceau chatoyant je dessine Des pas de bourrée étourdissants Aux confins de tes cambrures Setenta y siete : Tu miaules des entrechats charnels Et tu tournoies comme un ventilateur Et tu me dis : viens, mon prince, Montre-moi tes ronds de jambes doubles Ochenta y quatro : je te prends par les orteils tout en te caressant l'oreille Et je te dis vas-y Cuarenta y cinco : Dombolo baroque dès que tu bouges tes fesses pour m'inviter à tes Messes de sabbat Très y media : Demi-pointe sur les tétons qui frémissent et qui clignent des yeux La peau de ton aréole gauche danse la biguine Ton sein droit fait voltiger du jus de grenade Sesenta : Un deux trois cinq six sept Un seul fouetté Tu enchaînes les figures libres et académiques Passe après passe Tu plantes dans le taureau farceur tes aromates Et je crie Banco et tu me mordilles la paume de la main. Setenta complicada : J'aime notre gourmandise choreographee clitoridienne, anale, phallique et vaginale Cet appétit colossal de ballet épicé à la Merce Cunningham, Alvin Ailey et Martha Graham Qui nous prend entre deux morts de tous nos lacs des cygnes primaux Nous en sommes les danseurs étoiles les solistes les premiers danseurs les petits rats les chorégraphes et les maîtres de ballet À nous deux nous formons une troupe Réincarnée Et nous signons de nos plumes de chair notre martingale lubrique : Un deux trois... Cinq six sept Un deux trois... Cinq six sept Un deux trois... Cinq six sept

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Nov 1, 2019

Nov 1, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC

cyclone-wolfok-baltimore

Un deux trois ... Cinq six sept

"Les femmes jouissent d'abord par l'oreille" Dit Marguerite Duras Toi, mon HYDRE-MUSE, tu jouis Par l'oreille absolue et frivole Magnifiée Par la danse à contre-temps De la poésie pénétrante Du saxo et de la tumba Du coupé décalé et de l'azonto Entre violons et accordéons Qui fait voltiger sur tes hanches Toute la copelia complicada de ta libido. Je rentre sans hâte dans la mue de la couleuvre Et je te ceins la taille. Réinventons les croisés en cinquième position Du ballet classique de Noureev, Petipa et Balanchine Et à quatre pattes virevoltons dans le Bolchoi. Setenta y ocho : Je te tatoue le bas des reins D'un tatou boule qui exécute Des renversés arrière multicolores Dans les plus intimes sillons de ta peau. Cero : Verbum Sapientiae Principium Est ! De mon pinceau chatoyant je dessine Des pas de bourrée étourdissants Aux confins de tes cambrures Setenta y siete : Tu miaules des entrechats charnels Et tu tournoies comme un ventilateur Et tu me dis : viens, mon prince, Montre-moi tes ronds de jambes doubles Ochenta y quatro : je te prends par les orteils tout en te caressant l'oreille Et je te dis vas-y Cuarenta y cinco : Dombolo baroque dès que tu bouges tes fesses pour m'inviter à tes Messes de sabbat Très y media : Demi-pointe sur les tétons qui frémissent et qui clignent des yeux La peau de ton aréole gauche danse la biguine Ton sein droit fait voltiger du jus de grenade Sesenta : Un deux trois cinq six sept Un seul fouetté Tu enchaînes les figures libres et académiques Passe après passe Tu plantes dans le taureau farceur tes aromates Et je crie Banco et tu me mordilles la paume de la main. Setenta complicada : J'aime notre gourmandise choreographee clitoridienne, anale, phallique et vaginale Cet appétit colossal de ballet épicé à la Merce Cunningham, Alvin Ailey et Martha Graham Qui nous prend entre deux morts de tous nos lacs des cygnes primaux Nous en sommes les danseurs étoiles les solistes les premiers danseurs les petits rats les chorégraphes et les maîtres de ballet À nous deux nous formons une troupe Réincarnée Et nous signons de nos plumes de chair notre martingale lubrique : Un deux trois... Cinq six sept Un deux trois... Cinq six sept Un deux trois... Cinq six sept

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The priest suggested I read Gerard Hopkins' poems so I took a copy to the abbey, verbum Dei, inside and out in books in souls God speaks, what I know of the divine science and holy scripture I learnt in the woods and fields Bernard said, hold me closer she said I want to feel you enter, I mowed the grass by the church wall and Dom Robert said none do it like you, Hugh brought the meals into the refectory on the trolley his thin lips showed no joy, Dieu est ici the French monk said touching his chest with a tap of his hand, viviamo per amare the Italian monk said as we walked from church to the garth for afternoon tea, she lay beside me her hand touching my pecker with skill, charity must not remain shut up in the depths of the heart said Therese, faith is an act of will clinging to God no matter how we feel Bruno said, the abbey bell tolled echoing along the cloister as I walked to my room, love is the joy of the good and the wonder of the wise said Gareth quoting Plato, I closed my eyes hoping an extra prayer would help me grow.

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Mar 10, 2016

Mar 10, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC

TerryCollett

HELP ME GROW MCMLXXI.

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one word... no crossword clue, nothing cryptic, or encrypting... one word... and it works both ways... i.e. how diacritics works to measure syllables... or... in the least... measure them out... Hy'perion version (a).... verion (b)? Hýperion... **** it, we can have punctuation marks reigning from above: intra-verbum rather than the casually, almost forgotter, inter-verbum... so... next time i misuse a semi-colon... tell me... it's called a cascade point... exclusive to the English language... first comes the hinde syllable... and then? the subsequent syllables, notably two... but perhaps more, although i haven't observed a +2 examples... but we'll start here... and where we start? the hinge syllable... in this case - Hý or Hy'... the door is hinged... the door-knob is tugged (-per-) and then... the door is opened (-ion)... simple! just because some people are semi-literate, doesn't mean we can't be hyper-literate. p.s. mind you... ha ha... funny thing about English, as a language... how did the hidden affix -igh become involved in the synonym "distinctions" debate? now you can say it... smart ************

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Oct 8, 2018

Oct 8, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

we can have it both ways

one word... no crossword clue, nothing cryptic, or encrypting... one word... and it works both ways... i.e. how diacritics works to measure syllables... or... in the least... measure them out... Hy'perion version (a).... verion (b)? Hýperion... **** it, we can have punctuation marks reigning from above: intra-verbum rather than the casually, almost forgotter, inter-verbum... so... next time i misuse a semi-colon... tell me... it's called a cascade point... exclusive to the English language... first comes the hinde syllable... and then? the subsequent syllables, notably two... but perhaps more, although i haven't observed a +2 examples... but we'll start here... and where we start? the hinge syllable... in this case - Hý or Hy'... the door is hinged... the door-knob is tugged (-per-) and then... the door is opened (-ion)... simple! just because some people are semi-literate, doesn't mean we can't be hyper-literate. p.s. mind you... ha ha... funny thing about English, as a language... how did the hidden affix -igh become involved in the synonym "distinctions" debate? now you can say it... smart ************

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Along the threaded lag bolt path, at scale, as existence twists toward a peace past understanding, even in the past when religions won wars against heathen satanic savages and book makers… made slaves of all losers… and heroes died young… old Is-ai-ah a liar yoke broke bull. Or does life in the word realm extend dominion across domains long reserved for the learn-ed mankinds worth decreed long lines of ration reservations, right to use rules, golden ruled, chuwd chiydah riddle a little riddle shamar briyth amar by keeping our weform whatsoever we agree, we makes our stand, not under by my own word, I so say, on --gwanb'guns half done doit be thinking once I heard tell I know that riddle in Ezekial, from a POV ascribed to professional amanuensis - ritual hear and reply, last words spoken - in secret sacred all in once told tales, crossroad wagers offered never tell a soul you saw the towb ra' without mentioning the wise serpent, risen in curious music from nowhere, wha… a class of tongueless eunuchs some have suggested. Created to oath bound accuracy, verbum verily holding the rude pen in spirit 17:21… after the riddled parable And all his fugitives with all his bands shall fall by the sword, and they that remain shall be scattered toward all winds: and ye shall know {Dusty trails, forever} that I the LORD have spoken [it]. A long, long time ago… Suffice to know the Torah, preserves the form of temporal wrath defense rituals, Jolly good luck charming mitzvahs, the recipes, the dance, none chance old as the stories told during Job's days, centuries before Moses, if Moses ever was, as the witnesses of all first drafts… done left us riddles and esoterica, mostly to keep us safe from preachers.

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Dec 8, 2024

Dec 8, 2024 at 7:51 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Thoughts on a linen fragment filled in

Along the threaded lag bolt path, at scale, as existence twists toward a peace past understanding, even in the past when religions won wars against heathen satanic savages and book makers… made slaves of all losers… and heroes died young… old Is-ai-ah a liar yoke broke bull. Or does life in the word realm extend dominion across domains long reserved for the learn-ed mankinds worth decreed long lines of ration reservations, right to use rules, golden ruled, chuwd chiydah riddle a little riddle shamar briyth amar by keeping our weform whatsoever we agree, we makes our stand, not under by my own word, I so say, on --gwanb'guns half done doit be thinking once I heard tell I know that riddle in Ezekial, from a POV ascribed to professional amanuensis - ritual hear and reply, last words spoken - in secret sacred all in once told tales, crossroad wagers offered never tell a soul you saw the towb ra' without mentioning the wise serpent, risen in curious music from nowhere, wha… a class of tongueless eunuchs some have suggested. Created to oath bound accuracy, verbum verily holding the rude pen in spirit 17:21… after the riddled parable And all his fugitives with all his bands shall fall by the sword, and they that remain shall be scattered toward all winds: and ye shall know {Dusty trails, forever} that I the LORD have spoken [it]. A long, long time ago… Suffice to know the Torah, preserves the form of temporal wrath defense rituals, Jolly good luck charming mitzvahs, the recipes, the dance, none chance old as the stories told during Job's days, centuries before Moses, if Moses ever was, as the witnesses of all first drafts… done left us riddles and esoterica, mostly to keep us safe from preachers.

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I have contemplated the meaning of life As if contemplation imparts meaning or depth As if meaning imparts meaning or depth. Then in linguistic merriment I leapt Ad Infinitum Ad nauseum Ad lib Ad absurdum Life as a language Ad verbum And round and round I went Always Looping back to myself Then in one grand sweeping motion I deferred to you Life Where and then I came to rest Always different Yet always the same I have contemplated the meaning of life As if there were somewhere to be Someplace to go A vagabond’s journey How funny A lesson learned A righteous rule A digital ballroom A barroom brawl Y’ all A loveall. And I have contemplated the meaningless of life Just something to do Perhaps better than nothing Nowhere to go No roadmap to get there Except Here where You are Life Love I am.

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Jan 22, 2021

Jan 22, 2021 at 3:37 PM UTC

bo-tansky

Contemplations on Meaning of Life

I have contemplated the meaning of life As if contemplation imparts meaning or depth As if meaning imparts meaning or depth. Then in linguistic merriment I leapt Ad Infinitum Ad nauseum Ad lib Ad absurdum Life as a language Ad verbum And round and round I went Always Looping back to myself Then in one grand sweeping motion I deferred to you Life Where and then I came to rest Always different Yet always the same I have contemplated the meaning of life As if there were somewhere to be Someplace to go A vagabond’s journey How funny A lesson learned A righteous rule A digital ballroom A barroom brawl Y’ all A loveall. And I have contemplated the meaningless of life Just something to do Perhaps better than nothing Nowhere to go No roadmap to get there Except Here where You are Life Love I am.

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