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Debanjana Saha Feb 2018
Rubic cube taught me,
With full of unsorted colors
No matter we can sort or not
But it is still an unsorted beauty
Leaves it's impression to be how it is
Or how more it gets unsorted
with more variations of colors
Doesn't matter what happens next
That's how life goes on!
Was playing with a rubic cube lately and the unsorted whole of it made me to think so deep. It's a way to satisfy oneself that not everything will get sorted out smoothly! The pain of being unsorted should be enjoyed more often!
Ken Pepiton Nov 2019
In life's darkest, coldest histories, only those told
first tongue, empower courage in the
knowing emparted, as if we
were there. Our best
effort brought us
here, some how. We feel we must stand up for

our self, eh, what about my self? There's a burr, eh?
A dullness revealing fractured christline
constructs and the core, where
courage is stored in true
chain breaking known thought processes,
so
secret you may not be
allowed to know, like when we were kids with
no internet and no adults would
tells us how adultery functions
with usury and political magicians to enslave
us according to sortings in standardized tests.

Conceal weakness with signs of power,

make believe, show believers believable

e-visons as evident possibles,

so the power, small though it be,
the power of the people,
who hold no truths
self
evident, id est evincing and convincing
us, these rights are right,
for those who use us right,

words, true, make free the ready writer to
presume reading truth makes free
thinking go wild, like con
funsion making
sunlight...

in the past hear it... this little light of mine
no chain nor twisted trifold cord can
quench, a word
to the wise is leaven enough for the whole ******
loaf.
Shew, see,
we can wield power, if we can believe
the king, is where the kingdom is,
and any child who asks her pooka can know,
the kingdom is where I always behold
the face of God, angel-baby...

or we can imagine,
we have this power to create entire
othernesses,

similar to our self,
our logos and these pre-loaded breathing
algorithims of in and outs, ups and downs,

twisting and sooming assumed id-intities
are mea nd we wander, meander,

flow in the trough of a spiraling wave
pulling the rain back to the sea,

so each water weness we imagine may be re
used, for goodness knows what,
universal solvency was one
water function ac
cused of causing, aitiatic tic tic time bomb

Jerry-rigged, Rubic cubed trigger,

gay blades shaved the iron legs, y'know
**** Deus is punishing truth,

the true power of any pun
ish bin ein Berliner mit Arizona Prickly Pear jelly,

laughing into funk-tion-ality the oddities of beings
not me,
in my meanderings through optional doors
inside the narrow way,
ala the way to Petra, we've seen the way

similar in every fractal way to the tracks of tears

cuttin crevases through pressure packed dust that
must
have piled suddenly high, for,
when it flowed as the red mud that stopped
right there at the edge of the Sedona
manifestation of oddities.

Check it out. Google Earth it.

**** Deus wannabe, meet my old friend from
the foundery in Arkansas,
E Pluribis Unem Massey

crazy now, there is a man by that name, with a .jr,
a link forgotten,
save the memory that may be in the water,
we used to wash the grime of burning iron into
the river to rust into louisiana to feed
the phyto plankton past the delta
grease of seeping poison
insolvent in the universe, save for fire

fire can burnishit tic make it bright, reflecting
mirrors for the smoke

choking the me who can't see, how Wattie Piper
virus was passed on to
EPluribis Massey, Jr., but it must have been
some variation on the
living words,
like:
I think I can, and the congregation
responds:
as a man thinks, in his heart, so is he.

As the waters all flow to the sea, take no thought
for tomorrow,
take it as granted, today.
Overcoming is done one step at a time, and there is always a place to put one's foot, if, if, if you can remember knowing how to ride a bike, minus the bike.
wordvango  Apr 2015
tell me
wordvango Apr 2015
where  what is
(left)
to do (right):
this
expectant journey;
this between
the dawn yellow;
before the violet nights?

except, construct
innocuous
inconsequentially
Rubic cube spiels,
send
myself off  into
eternity.

(unto) the
mausoleum;
dig my grave:
before my last breath?
The autonomous;
casket maker:
asks?
Ken Pepiton Nov 2024
Idle word redemption day. {optional title}

Clocking time.
Timing coincidence,

confident tempus fugit…

ever learning, never certain,
each lessoning examined

conscience temptation, fug-edaboudit,
esse,
This is the day,
laid out
in front
of time's arrow

to be shot thro-
ugh-**ing A,  okeh, shot…out
ra' rough, footballer mind
an instance
in prayer… patiently ghine

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He, if he were you,

ignoring nothing, finding quiet

time, alone,
in an empty house;

he would think, being as you
were he, I think,

rare, quiet, not noiseless, listen
the humms, the wind rattling
leaves in Live Oaks,
needles in Pines,

birds whose peeps are
playing
with my ears,
tuning mine
to his who hears

quiet time slipping by,
acknowledging most
deafening noise

is all
in the mind.

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Wally Amos, are you still famous?

Me, too. Locally.

Famous for fine grandchildren,
Parent-Teacher Conference
confirmed, year after year,
fine
grandchildren given access
to books, and self education,

And wicked fast internet/
tutorials for anything

solvers of Rubic's cubes,
setters of gathering magic what's

and ifs, and but then, so that's
better, he thinks, this tinker

touching each across time,
think yourself useful to us all. Amen.

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Laughing, thinking of shouting,
at the floor, I am
so intense
because

I am alive
in my own future,
the world's a mess, unless,
I laugh,
and take the good.

It is a sunny November day,
after the promised latter rain,
laughter functions, leaving lines

where old faces wrinkle happily,
fitting character traits common
to old scout squinty perspicacity.

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Bored, in ever after, eh?

¿Made no plans
    to pursue, when you had time?

Well, as a filler word,
or is it
a feeler a
wordwiggle rough
through a ra'thought,
be may, may be, maybe so,
declaratively so said, indeed, thinking
beauty be,
what if now,
is the same time,
any instance taken
seriously curious wise,

from the initial point perceived, taken, held
to hold this thought, or hold that thought
as self evidently true,
having being
in minds
let be found like live words,
in spirit form, as breaths, taken

held, to rethink against knowing again
what was meant,
so long ago,
when all words got scrambled,
some lost all sense,
such be idle, now,
set to activate
on recognition, off, set
which is no longer the case, you know
common conscious
ness is the use, men-tal chabad
of knowledge actioning knowns
under the God
pledged and sworn
to try to tell the truth,
the whole truth y nada mas,
aliegiantly, in the spirit of Liberty…
inspired emperically in poetry
IF, Gunga Din
allah
Tha… just so, says
fear was the problem,
not knowledge
of wonder and adversity,
so opposed
for honor,
as translated good vs evil,
to death, staining beguilement,
from aha, got it, reason
to woe, original curse, sin
during developmental stages
interesting times first tier burns
of what our story says we mustabin,
in the dark ages, previous to the internet.

[[== jest, so ==]]-

eftsoons
obsolete or archaic way
of saying "soon afterward,"

ongean magical once more,
with feeling.
If life did not pass so fast, it could be much more phun.
Michael Stefan Apr 2020
Oh I can't stop these words
tumbling and falling
from empty spaces in my head
as they ride the wicked helix
from here to hell and back again
on fettering wings like bats
that get caught in angel hair spaghetti
that gets flushed down the toilet with all the other
goldfish crackers

Each shouting head
surrounds me in rings of fire
with one desire
to watch me burn
as they hula-hoop with rubic's cubes on boomerangs
set for mars or maybe Seattle

Sometimes it's just this way for me
with my mind floating free
like butterflies in nets
or sickly flies in butter
waiting for the spread
but you know it's 10 to 1
and I'm about to get knocked out
I hope you didn't place your bets
on me

I wish the endless stream of consciousness
didn't feel like emptiness
with the only ears that listen
are glued to my head
like Halloween costumes
when Jason stole my candy, called me a dandy,
and ran the hell away

It's really hard to describe
when words won't take logical form
like being gaslighted by my own brain
who wears red ribbons
and plays with ***** of yarn
on rolling farms
as the cow jumped over the moon

But if you think that the cow
was a sight to behold
my imagination's untold secrets
got something for your mental circus
I just saw purple hydras on amino acid trips
riding unicycles
wearing diapers
hanging out with Picasso
who said
"What does this poem even mean, bruh?"
And just to let you know, I was not on drugs for this.  Sometimes my brain just starts racing and I have to put what I'm thinking down on paper.  I hope it wasn't too confusing.
Ken Pepiton Apr 27
Plainly realizing belief, confraternity, brother
helping
anoma kurios seven dia measures lit and night
as medium warm no rush peace mindstate,
conscious kurios hush, don't think too hard,
subtle cunning master's mind, anoma kurios,
being, the verb, loving the doing,
indeed, as we live and breathe,
the name of the lord, boss,
believe is an actual verb used,
to make beliefs, knowns and corollary

curious access used, co roll ary, let's see
corollary(n.)
late 14c.,
"a proposition inadvertently proved
in proving another,"
from Late Latin corollarium
"a deduction, consequence,"
from Latin corollarium, originally
"money paid for a garland,"

--- for those flowers in your hair ---

hence
beside the point,

"gift, gratuity, something extra;"

and in logic, augmented measures,
as any misconceptual fists let go.
Wave,
Logos nous form wisdom takes… as peace
posed previously with arms open wide

"a proposition proved
from another that has been proved."
- old codes ***** delicate proud flesh
From corolla "small garland,"
diminutive of corona "a crown"
(see crown (n.)).
Also
in Middle English
"a follower, a sycophant" (late 14c.).
As an adjective,
"of the nature of a corollary," mid-15c.

Thank our shared assisting roll sharing judgements
From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=corollary>

Let's imagine, a pimple. Comes to a head.

Follow crown, up there, ye find crows, those
highly reflective black flocks called murders.
Best augured around sunrise, by the very way.

Attention paid ravens and their ilk, meandering
fluxuations felt
as the central mind idea loses it grips, greedy
dams holding rivers slaves,
combining all the best ideas ever,
into micro processes child's untested
patience proves, two of my four grand sons,
can solve a Rubic's cube in less than five minutes,

I've never used the memory needed to hold
that pattern of interacting with a finite multificity
of cubes, conceptual blockhead puzzle sequences

tolerations artifice sufficient
for faith's use,
jus belli, eh, artificial strategic ic defense used,

as precedent sets just war, as

any war whose
survivors take ***** home from, just so
survivors on the other side, plain folk, no

religious cultured pride and rage at offense,
taken as just cause to make war with our will…

the war we, in our father's minds, via Tom Hanks,
some kinda roll souls play, wearing the same face,
as we
see on actors reenacting the trauma truths face
our face, on the NPC passing time.
At a place where two ways met…

Why do ye this?

to do, why this to do you make? poieo, eh?
Tou'to… the mysterious religious
threaded Grecian mind too old
to recognize, rewind a mind,
too young to believe entertainers lie,
for a living, son, but the rest of us,

we work for a living, don't gimme no, sir,
yes, sir, at your whim, how can Grok help.

Let us imagine we can grok what grok can do.
Maybe we read Heinlein, in April, 1970,
historically significant for an eclipse,
and a storm so bad trucks had to chain up,
to climb out of Albuquerque, links and tires,

times on the road, most take a minute
to remember, then most of a conscious holding

this artifice, this pearl once discovered
in swine defilation, the other white meat,

a roll, preacher might say, imagine, it was you,
pitching husks of melons and squashes and such,
to feed desecrated pigs, recently proven swimmers,
who also developed a swine snout ******* technique,

useful during Galilean storms of epic proportion, as-
sociated using Galilean calming patience of Job, yes,

the art of learning forever, how have those knowers,
all along, enduring to the end, living long and prospering,

riches that come with no sorrows, and less and less effort,
as how we come to value time taken to write.    

Back when paper archives retained users, and museums
hosted art acknowledged for centuries as genius tyche
how come some to make memory so true to the idea?

Waited for the go,
on the dot. Got it.

Essential mode twist, seek, find, seek, find, do, seek

Went, mindwise visualizing graphic workings perform
-- one of these
-- aight
Kabuki, bunraku, and Noh are
traditional Japanese performing arts that are
recognized as important cultural treasures.
Kabuki is known
for its dramatic tales and elaborate costumes, while

bunraku features puppetry and is considered one
of the most sophisticated types
of performing art
in the world.

Noh is the oldest existing form
of Japanese theater, characterized
by its serious tone and the use of masks.

From <any available indexing fetch aiaiai

-- so, okeh, we can think this way, define our am big unity

I suspect I had Kabuki in mind… I had
no mask kurios, based on faces in mind
projected on this window, by Da Vinci, smile,

you know, Sunday talks with principal pals of mine,

Chavad khabad order
of daily measures making sure,
we got plenty rations
of reason deductible, be ready, give true yes,
whatsoever we agree,
define your terms,
we can even make peace
with old Voltaire,
two or more,
since before Avraham, bro' we go back
to first mention
of confusion mixing all we ever knew,
- that's the idea, eh, the inspiration, ***
where's the fun, eh,
joy relative
to freely breathing clean fresh air,
after a shift
at the foundery feeding a Didion tumbler,
dawn
out side,
sun between clouds that drizzled since yesterday,
inside its all connected, tied, point to point, since,

sometime ago,
we agreed,
we think, naturally,
as we watch TV and the announcer
we call by his first name, or both,
like Al Roker, weatherman.
We were the experimental watchers.
Co-rolling along, real time contemplation,
poetry rheastats, measured creative umph,
slowing the blowing fanswirling cone-d chaos,
laughing,
at our mutual insignificance,
in light
of all we ever wish
to know.

And all the time in the world.
Mortally convinced the worth waited for

of a mutual aha, as old as you from when
you first got the idea, eureka, around age seven.
Pretending to have fun, while making fun, is peaceably powerful.
Cedric McClester Aug 2019
The question is
Should I do it?
Though a voice in my head asks,
“Why put yourself through it?”
I can’t fight the feeling
That I already blew it
But something’s urging me
To say aw ***** it

I’ve been tempted
To give you a call
Because talking to you
Beats not talking at all
But I’m afraid of you
Making me feel small
I’ve gotten back up
But I’m about to fall

The fact of the matter
That can’t be denied
Is I don’t wanna do nothing
That will hurt my pride
So here’s the dilemma
That I must decide
Should I let my conscience,
Be my guide?

It’s like a Rubic Cube
Hard to figure out
So even though I’m tempted
I still have some doubt
Cuz’ it could be as painful
As a case of gout
Which makes me wanna holler
Makes me wanna shout









CedricMcClester, Copyright (c) 2019. All rights reserved.

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