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Kenedy Ell Jun 2014
They are said
To be
Just whitness in
The sky.
That's not how
I see them.
To me,
They are
White fluffs of
Cotton candy
That bring me
The wetness of
Rain.
To me,
They are
Images that move.
Shift.
That bring me
The clash of
Thunder.
To me,
They are
What makes looking
At the sky worthit.
'Cause without
Those cotton *****.
There is only
A ceiling of
Blue.
To me,
They are
The
Sky.
z Jan 2015
there was an interesting
night to roam; to be indoors, and
she knows she'll never be upright,
a nuisance;
i am actually a big difference
between what i have been
a great deal with.
so don't try to get me.
we're just imperfect
and you, a crippled horse.
and if i had the time to get a free
chance
it would not be worthit.
hogwash, like the vista cruiser
forgotten in the kudzu.
and in the brambles do you question?
what does it mean to matter?
if you're no better than what you envision?
Ken Pepiton Aug 2024
At thought speed what's an instance cost
- adjusting thirst too much salt,
- take sweat stores, make spit,
- later, after recent thirst through
re examine the examined life,
worth it thirsty, worthit intuitively
quenched, no lucit licet vide
Gotta expand the penetralium,
gotta deal with spherical infinite points,
examining a lived life investment in others…

On the surface, just below the mountain tops,
certainty in time passing, here it was, today,
passing faster as I notice, half a day runaway
- it is 19:15, same day, that half later
whiling with a will to feel as fine as can be,
a one in nearer nine billion than eight, all being
the potential reader, the potential knower more
or less essential to the task at hand,
last straw,
Zippo all fueled, flicked in the wind,

telling who ever happens to hear,
listen, living with enough is enough for anyone,

living with less than a full **** sapien ration,
is a matter of mind and enviro-mental genetics,

breathe along the curve, think around the effort,
what knowing is called for to function animated,
become alive
in an active atmosphere of anxious thoughts, all
remenants of familiar spirits, the domain of we
the ones once called wise, for ways we know,

how we grow from suckling to sage stage,
wishing to know, both why and how, right now.

Wait,
we're here, we think
wait and see if we can think a way beyond,
same old reasons for defense spending,
same old reasons for earning a living,
same old reasons for holy terror and grace,
best breaths bet last,  you know,
confess, say you know the secret reasons
for war and hate of the others who speak

as dogs, barking, and smell, of smoked fish.

Starlink, think, everywhere we put a solar
water purifier invented by Dean Kamen,
we could make life possible, comfortable
and all the Earthlings could use Google translate,
to read centuries worth of discoveries since,
Gobekli Tepi was hidden until we could
make sense of logotherapy, personally.

EKOCENTERs wherever useful cost less, by far
than the war in Ukraine, as of 8/26/2024,
many problems are locally mini
we were thinking you were saying,
go exxon- no, share this think
The USA budgeting and borrowing servants
toiling away in oligarchical lobster stacking orders,
selected by committees with donor profit share
maximization on constant priority, ever spending,
ever raising awareness for the payoff on investment.

Round figures, $300 Billion, on a war
for profit, bottom line perennial expenditure,
Industrial Base Support, {nee Subsidy, to La. Distr. 4.
good middle class incomes, and devine exec perquisites. }

Where did who invest whose time invested
in a musing adventure past last edge we spoke of,

this is new, day for with chocolate in my some time ago
coffee, plus the diet Dr Pepper, half eaten Carl's Jr.
get home in time to feed the recluse, useless,
laughing to himself, type, archetype tuned
in to the many mirrored experience enchantment

mental attach mentenough for a burp alert
remenants, remind me later, ding, soccer practice
active bombshell grandma in anybody's seventies,

yes, nuffsthoughtoughtasaid
you seem to think along these lines, where
from my vape charging chair, staring past
a half-eaten carls junior burger reaching out to me
- thirsty and the Dr Pepper's gone, swallow
could we be shared madness therapy,
past certainty, we make chaos spin
phi final analysis, if we must agree
this is it, this is the same river,
one ready reader finds it worth it.
we were rating for trading with whom
they must have wondered, at Bonelli's landing,

spell it like it is, we say bewondered, blundering
on,
expecting edit rights, extend throo wow, how long
today is our anniversary and for this guy, I never
learned, as in when it may have done a lot
of good
to think you imagined I kept breathing, remembering
to breathe, and truly trusting sleep in peace,
what's conceivably real,
old guy's serving what purpose, if not thinking

mere, what ifery, mind you we form, inform
just enough turbulence to take a breath a while
to suggest// a [aipause. yes
Today I have been married forty-one years,
to an adventurous soul, who inspired me at first sight, and second,
and earlier today  I love the woman, she shaped the old man I am freely being. And since that has more umph in public I made it an epilogue
Hannah Chin Oct 2018
deephate
lossand anguish
it all mixesinto onelargemess
somewords dont eventouch thisfeeling
myeyes areallout of tears and hanghalfclosed
or is it halfopen to you whofeel
myheart—does itevenbeat
hard totell
youcant know
whati befeeling
howcan you foolsunderstand
youwant tohelp then LEAVEMEALONE
theresnothing youcando
tosave mefromthis
pit
of
des-
pair
ilike theblack
ofthis smallroom
iusedto likepink
iwanted
tobe
apretty princess
andlive inacastle witha
kingso kind
butdreams dont
cometrue
learnthisnow
youfools
dreams
are
like
pa-
per
burni­ngin
theFLAMES
OFHELL
just
like
me
.
.
.
.
do
not
give up
myChild
I still loveyou
myChild
youvegone farther
than
rockbottom
butlisten
to
Me
listen
listenlisten
toMe
.
.
.
.
I
THOUGHT
I GOTRIDOF
YOU
HOWDARE YOU
COMEINTO
THIS
SOULOFMINE
LEAVEHER
ALONE
you are
so
alone
myfriend
cantyousee
noonecares about
you
theylie
when theysay
dothose fools
listentomee
tome
listen
to
me
.
.
.
.
thischaos
inside
ican­notcontrol
itatall
iwantto
SCREAMAND
SHOUTbut
icant
i wantto
crybut icant
letgo
of
me
setme
FREE
p
l
e
a
s
e
.
.
.
.
up
uplook
upMy
C­hild
iamnot faraway
letyourheart
beat
beat
beat
again
takemy hand
myChild
iwill
neverleave
younor forsake
you myChild
istill
love
you
.
.
.
.
is
that
alight
itsbeenso
dark for solong
imnot evensure what
lightlooks like
do i dareto hope
dare tolook
up
up
up
.
.
.
.
YOU
FOOL
thereis nolight
light doesnot exist
ithought youwould have
LEARNEDTHIS BY NOW
theonly waytogo is
down
down
down
.
.
.
.
here
iam
myChild
here i am
take my
hand
please dontlook
down
dontlook
down
i
still
loveyou
myChild
ido
i
do
.
.
­.
.
i
cant
lookdown
doi darelook up
amieven worthit
thelight
is
faint
butican
see
it
clear
as day
.
.
.
.
NO
YOUFOOL
you arenot worthy
you cannot hope
donteven try
hope
is
frail
youcant
trust
hope
.
.
.
.
i
surprise
myself
is­till
look up
ithink maybe
there is a littlehope
maybethere
is a little
hope
.
.
.
.
yes
myChild
there is hope
still look up and see
the light gets
bigger
warmer
see me here
I still love
you
myChild
I still love you
.
.
.
.
NO YOU FOOL
no you fool
no
you
fool
.
.
.
.
the
light
is warm
the light is
bright
i
like
the light
i like
the
light
.
.
.
.
no
dont leaveme
here alone
listen to me
one last
time
.
.
.
.
LEAVE
MYCHILD ALONE
myChild
you are
safe
here in
the
light
you are safe
here in the light
i still love you.
I originally wanted to write something about suicide but this came out in the end. This is about a battle that most people can't see. But it is a battle that goes on within all of us.
Some shapers of mankind, the generally intelligent
tool making creatures making art for art's own sake.

Fixing mind and matter,
mixing now with how and why,

knowing from experience why is not a factor.

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Mistaken grace, lucky chance, living in 2025
anywhere with survivable weather,
and flowing water to carry away filth,

pay attention, this is why we dig new courses
human events start getting too easy attracts flys

-------------------- 2

Image imagined, seed
form preformed per chance,

a thought, one with you and I
in it for the minute we were passing

I saw you, I think you glanced.

Hello, is this that plan of love, the God
of all the goodness ever invested in kings,
who proprietary ordination empowers
the sword granted … whereby to rule

to the glory of absolute authority, and law?

Or is this core memory aching, akin
to kindness feeling second had shame

mostly for the fine Babylonish garment…
----------------------- 4

Customary process, central casting,

fishing for mindforms, mental being things,
essence of otherwise, tutelary chronicles,

proverbs and bywords, warnings and courage,
core rational portion from the produce pursued.

Literary realms, creations formerly used,
to attract a curious sort of personage,

storage, stacks and stacks and stacks of books,
accessible… by chance, by my own good graces
sakes taken alive,
in time, ink thinking, clouds of knowing, gracious
sakes alive, indeed, who could ever even imagine

such a time as mine. Me, the author and finisher,
of my own reverent worth, in terms of uses made

of things I made up.

Guesses, guessed again, and again, reasons used
rations consumed, lacunae and palimpsests,
who sweeps away the ideas invested
in ploys for fishing men, the working mind kind,

writer ready honed most point, practically,

perfect middle being, in terms imaginably infinite.

Average day on Earth,
depends on connecting strands,
boomer children in rural America
emperically accepted radio as natural.

True, think back, watch headlines and hit parades,
and roll back to the Arkansas that prospered,
Tyson chicks and Perdue feed, chicken sheds
rental, 'swhat we got, and all the chickens we et.

-------------------- 16

Industrialized agriculture,
terraforming Earth, some wise,
ways and wise al ways was one idea,
right ways and wrong ways one idea, true

right is the hand that writes, or throws, or hits.

From the center, which, despite poetic otherwise,
does hold and emanate mental imagining in letters.

Let us leave off judgement, guaging worth in time,
or frontal cortex costs on each beat through old arteries,

Leave well enough alone. Let sleeping dogs lie.

Who needed such a proverb, as a child?
Who benefits from letting this mind seem, literal,
words in sequence intending happening actual
re always as one thinks one is happens
to seem coincidents, ala, I knew it!
I was just thinking about death,
and wham, I thought about somebody
dead, because it's
in the news memorialized, that day, we all,
you all knew, as I did, dead poets, distractions,
look away, child, look away, do not behold
old drunk Noah confessing his dismissal,

how Ham offended the exceptionalist Model A,
after the admixture of Tubal and Jubal in Naaman,
Sybils all the wives on the ark, carried the talent 2.0
hnnnhmmhnn who knew first, hmmmm
in the red tent tellings, whose smiles
became signals known only to wombed men,
re veil the nobel lie, call it novel, new autism 3.0
singing stories did occur,
with no words, no spelling,
birds not too distant, up
in the tree we wonder under.

Then if Eve had been En'eduana,
should we wonder
who invented secret messages seeming let be
good, new thing,
new experimental evidence,
we see, all at once
on ten thousand streams
a second,
at our own experiential can you
act as if may were always your word

imagine, how the internet was intended to function,
can your ontology logically link Turing and Von Neuman
via Genesis to the last verse in Revelation?

Imagine, that. After a pause,
a sprite speaks softly yes.

The excuse
for Babel, was written
after Babel was pre-served,
all that was of any merit, deemed
all after must hold true as written
selected… from the smelting ***, ore,
stone stew bubblin' in m' soul, iron core

after all, as were all, save a certain immensely
exceptionalist form of groupmind conservation

be very sure, we're saying mere what if, say

Mohammed was described as saying, truth. He said
Eber's language, ever being so very certain truth works,
-- secrets kept from children for no true good reason,
-- some things are right better in secret, sacred is that…
-- just between us, oops, better re alized public worth
truth, used, makes free… so what
body bound, Earth bound, carnal mindshare industry
entertaining strangers, unawares, prime message…
brought before your meaning seeking mind, may
is might in first person,
may is your word now,
is that legal to believe/ ;awinker init.

256 ----------------------- on time paid a bit
attention's worthit init, having some t'pay it wit'


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From- any instance,
any at all, instantly once, whence
any stored ad libs liberally worship

sharing a valuing system, worth's measures
made kid friendly, no lying allowed, local true
prodigies, spelling contest winners who knew
eureka means, I found it, eu is joy, the emotion.

Now, remind those living after 2025, anywhere,
not Mars, that, we may as well imagine doing here,
recovering life on Earth, before our usefulness expires.
Well if the press is free, we should make thinkers use it while breathing...

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