Regicide.
{this is less than 250 lines, counting spaces,
for patience testing reports made mandatory
in some therapy systems preparing personal dethronings}

Insider uses made first,
to explain the process, confusing users,
decompressing trust,
to this end,
limiting mutual insured construction
as is the natural state among neighbors, historically

natal sense, common natural instincts in us, as users

just beginning to centralize intelligence, secretly
serving kings and things kings are made to represent.

As the annual remembering days honor those olden
tales from our wanderings, days horror infused, retold

mortified if I lied, lying lifelessly, terribly confused reborn.

Did you ever learn the seven year itch,
called not uncommon?
Like a cold, a virus,
a mind hat, ideal
helmet of salvation, self certainty, I am

activating initial me mind hope substance

It may have been a modern invention, akin
to social diseases like carpal tunnel
and latch key kid syndromes
in adult children of alcoholics.

Aim at nothing,
you will hit it, only believe, and squeeze…

--- once, per instance, now … we think we
… are not --- instant recoknowing we think

nothing is ever naturally decoded, we thunk…

this is a breadcrumb trail, as was upgraded,
with little white pebbles, perhaps pearls,
as Hansel had imagined them, previous
to the last leading into those woods,
where there is to this day, sweets
alluring, baiting innocents, just

walk along, dropping bread crumbs,
but, no, not this time, ye pitiful peasants,
no, this time, Hansel came with pebbles, white

ones he planned to use as he had those breadcrumbs
back link hypertalk users are familiar with, from HTTP

here to take point user code
for radio watch, listening see
find the answer using only haps and this once as if
yadayadyad da did da dittydawdit dah didaw
· · – · – · –
- historical machine code quantum leaps… com plete
- hysterical misdirection from **** and Jane,

FTA, why the curricula juxtaposed intro lit
ready readers sorted into fair to tell tales, vid licet
Hans
and Gretel telling Jack and Jill,
after Jack fell, something's fishy, have you heard?

Magic fishes granting wishes, yes, I have heard,
I know the guy, I met him, yes, he let it go.

Per, you know,
is seldom heard, per
haps to be most often idle, discouraging never,

redeem a given chance to let such a catch go free…
never forget Androcles, let such thorns in the flesh

remind us how far we are from pen and ink thinking
recounting time redeemed using idle words as facts,
reapplied to terms of agreement, among us, as amens

we all put our voices behind, a hearty amen and amen again.

All in ever, once got directly prayed for, by Jesus H. Christ,
the author and final shiner on the faith of our fathers, trust

in the savvy Salmon P. Chase, if the money makers trust in God,
we all had better believe those high financiers are truly so trusting

Bulls and Bears, and fractional banking practical voodoo,
making money from nothing and **** for free…

Boomer retro psychedelic glossalialacsadaisical wishery woo

mushrooms and poke salad, with ***** caught on bacon rind…

Clearwater credence revived with ***** and the Po'boys
out on the streets, with the National Guard, yeah

we lived this long… something's happening here, again
what it is ain't exactly clear, there's a child with a gun…

bang bang, you shot me down

as if hate creates its own down fall, and we follow

fundamental bottom mind, let be in us, informing us

Jesus said whoever hears the knock, and opens, as
if Pelagius was an honest man, and Augustine the liar…

----------------------- well… endure to the end,
judgment day, is not judgement eternity,
get through today
one per waking opportunity,
the sufficiency of ra' needing
tov to know so we do not perish, one day sufficientcy, know
is plenty for all the time you have left to figure out your duty.

Just wait, and breathe
find words used pointedly wrong

offending truths missed while accounting,
and redeeming missions using idle promises
perhaps missed mercies free to take, and
reuse, if officially wide of the mark, assigned you.

Perhaps, you knew,
events usually occur per wishes, as it were,

your fingerprints, eventually prove you became you…
as set during pre life womb prep,
we, were taught to wish,
we all were, it's true,
we were born
into talkies and television and radio,
we were destined
to inherit Mohave Radio and Electric.
Just when VCRs and Macintoshes were next.
With a borrowed NorTel 300 baud modem...
Ancient History of the Internet,
where we created the Class for Training
Internet Support Position Career Pathfinders,
The Kingman, Arizona hub of the SilverFox BBS
------------------------- circa 1986
The radio and record store, was first of its kind
back in those boom days when all the bombers
were being wrecked for scrap out east of town.
I knew the man.
A WW2 pilot friend of my Dad,
I rode on Dad's lap,
while Beale took us up higher than the mountains,
Masterson, fine old rooted name, I think, now.
He laughed at me laughing
while he flew a spiral leaning right
for me to look out and see what buzzards see.
Beale was his name, he was a local, war survivor...
- yeah, regicide, Masterson, as a name... of that man.

The man who owned the radio store, he was named

Beale Masterson,
in a town that uses Beale Street,
as its main street, in a town that used
to be a springs, shown in petroglyphs
next water one day walking, this away go
Beale Springs, some day, those got so named,
sweet clear water with cress and tadpole pools,
some forgotten Hualapais left old trails to, back when
the Abo Highway ran from La Jolla to Watson Brake, La.

Yeah, Poverty Point had Kingman Turquise beads, in a horde.


--- 10 by 10, and a LAPL card.

If I were jailed for heresy today,
I could handle Christian prison.

But I am certifiable, using
Wildersmith to test my testimony.

Mad as the Mindhatters of old, those who forced all classed to recognize
the worthiness of men in bowlers.

Can a cell become a home?

In time, in time, lime shining,
essentially professional pearling

surface on surface polishing feeling.

After a while, an answer appears
just so, I used my self me, I see

at home in species specific environs

at rest, attending pretentiousness,
Dysphemistic Euphemisms

Gideon's burning his father's plow,
now, the reminding Bible version,
essential New Testament and Psalms

as the new recruits shuffle single file

E-1 rank, one single file, shuffle past
the volunteer evangelists with gifts,

the ubiquitous testimony ending
in the middle, with Revelation's
final threat,
Nothing May Be Added

For I testify unto every man that heareth the words of the prophecy of this book, If any man shall add unto these things, God shall add unto him the plagues that are written in this book: And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and [from] the things which are written in this book.

He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ [be] with you all. Amen.

Free from the things written in that book, did you notice… imagine that/

True tests, transfigurations

testimonial persuasioning
tested y monumentallized as if
testing convinces sweetening whys

evincing effectual fervency in prayer,
muttering repetitions of angelic annunciation
muttered in penitence, each marked amenably

in olden tolden hagiographies
on Earth as it is in Heaven

once, a hermit sat where Rapunzel lived, high
on a hill, in a cell with a single window, high,

overlooking
evident solidified
fundus mundus granite waves,
rolling hills, topped with rolled boulders, rounded
through miles
of riverwise windings visible using magic evidence+

common sense google eyes
in our common sky, we all look down from…

per- (1) "forward,"
hence "through, in front of, before,
first, chief, toward, near, around, against."

haps, as haps may, fortunately
suffer us to play may sayer as life between rivers
also suffers seasons just so, as life
around us just happens
as we pass through it,
breathe-ing in and out with a happy sense
there's one more river,
to California, so, just one more river to cross

our preferential reference, ferry man come to carry us across…

"The semantic shift f
rom 'load' or 'the carrying'
to 'chance, luck' is not obvious ...."
The sense might be "that which is brought."

Into our place
of final testament, mental formation making,
piling skeletal shells destined
to become marble pillars, testifying…

natural born journey man journeyed here with Kilroy.

Judgement day, that's essential faith, right
minded societies, godly, kosher hallel right

left to our druthers other'shoulda knowed right

we can let most things slide, wrong angles aims
missed lessenings slacking lines too tight, seams

fractal by force of pressure, pretty sure, seems
as likely as not, to fracture the basalt walls, so
we can force metal into the fissures, fixing surity

for big dams on little desert rivers meanderings
down through the highland moors and meadows
slowly filling for thousands of years, spilling streams
so salmon can climb stairs, of fears, some how, some

way, we make these damming ideas disappear, some
gape
a gap… agog ohmwatts after ever once, ever more
more agape no way, as after all once, for ever

life is rethinkable on purpose, all our trial, yo

so good that some, must be, some among us,
those who were evidently slated not to die,

prior to the coming, in glory, sword in his mouth,

of the Jesus Jude envisioned, as his big brother,

tskt by James… pure peaceable freeform fi fee paid

Jude was just the little brother, dissed, in Christ
terms of just don't think he came in peace, ah

is a mind a spiritual garment, we may wonder

oh, so short a while since we first left being true

the effect of beholding the vision of Emma Lazurus,

Hoovering up the rest of us dust to dust journey folk,

as it is written, so it must be, until some how seen not
so it was wrote, Wisdom, first thing wise, ever was

peaceable in terms frustrated forces must face, we

aggregate with a touch, at perfect pitch, amen, a mind we

agree we may imagine appraising, for worth with costs we
already paid to read this far, this ready threaded needle we
admittedly mend torn ligaments, with science, con scientia, us
religiously linked as always with you, as mendicants
take no anxious thoughts, pretend patience,
practice reminding I-self me-self is patient
right left face to face think it through
as awfully close to calculated truth

yes, all ye outs let in free, by me,
I did call the game, seekers found me,

I am it… and we can watch
our grand children play Minecraft,
while we think
flow control, fluid what, knowing

roses grown for gardens, millions
harvested and bundled by thousands
of peons eons ago adapted to luxury,

who needs all the roses we bundled in fasces,
actual thorny bundles of sticks, tied with hemp
twine snipped deftly inches from an expert tied
knot, twined and snipped with a sharp ring knife

yeah, we used finger knives, for a living, bundling
roses for wholesale distribution living roses, fasces
stacked and hauled away to the cities, so far away/

olden golden rules, doer's rules, do be, aware, we
may forget Miss Sherry, but not her rules, do be
good, don't let a baby be born to suffer and die.

Here's to the horror and terrorized by stories unwanted child,
survive full mylenation under social pressure situations
some
things used during realization late in life, fructified,
final season fire survived one more year, flowering

at pen and ink speed, dryingly slow, so

to spare us smeared missed taps, drips and drops, so
slowly taken smells from some pasts, glues, and resins
subtle, like modified sub science con carnal knowledge so

essential in functional living creatures, entities, alive
especially to animation saturation pooling flowing stream

consciousness, think thinking is as waiting is, per one hap
per one chance rethunk

per sonally, as one,
in the flesh, double minded unstable,
in all our alienational reasoning ratio sensation
balancing two crosswired eyes, double winding resistance
to gravity, slithering snakey forked tongue warrior's peace

so, as it happened, the day he died, he said, watch, wait

to see whose lie lives and whose lie dies, you know, wait
no se, see free formation we in come be having just paid
we went all in, we see, we found the holy definition, wait
ing is all we ever do, see, wait and see, not wait to see, be

come and see, on day two in the wilderness with Jesus.

Brown shoes read herring leather souls
effs and esses and dam's worths at a time

Said, yoke up,
some time, Old Brother Bowers, he'd shout
get outa bed, say it like I'da said it, he'd say

some day, the LORD, is gonna wake us up,

because Old Brother Bowers, knew, he was
not long for this world, and he had preached

some revivals on the reservation, hear him tell

Hellfire, he was preaching in a brush arbor,
on what appeared,  in his vision a treeless plain,

the image of escaping convicts is a meme, true-
ly yoked to the old rugged cross… Cretan wise

brother, where art thou strikes a cord, banjo
boom la cachuma boomer strokes set a vibration

Jubilation P. Cornpone partnered up with
Daddy Warbucks, dealing in orphans made warriors.

We did see our relatives in the funny papers, then.

Yes, we had all things in common, schooled normalized
and baptized to insure personal service, from the gate.

We started to see our selves in comedies of errors,

And some families went into televised animation,
while some just drifted away on smoking flax waves

out past the street lights at the on ramps, in memo-

reum riverdanced right wit little bird shadow tats
tapping out an esohes hester panim this and that’s

where we start in the morning… if the power don't fail,
and the creeks don't rise and the jokes get broke

and all captives in my ink thinks flit freely in to the night.

We gonna rock
right, rock means

something, right, we
gonna rock this joint, tonight

means something to the mob,
representative miniscule bit of it,
we, you and me, whatsoever we agree
paying rapture ready attention, to we, us

the living words appearing in your mind,
this mind we share using knowing, old,
wise, ways we lost through misconnection,

truth and wisdom, tandem, two minds,
arranged with worthiness weights in place,

we are, those champions, those folks from
former times, the old days, the glory days,
these days,
we believed were our destination,
ever, after
ever before, now
we were stuck right here in now,

and then, now, again,
same old, same old, now.

The good guys and the other guys, the thieves,
and us, those stolen from, we too tiny to think

we may be involved
in eternal warfare, as mere
peace makers, sent
to perform
on demand, pure

peaceable possibility supposed up above us all,

peace past understanding, achieved
in confusion, defused, refused
since
when
precisely,
cut incisively
to the core concept, truth weighed in,
throwing sheer folly
at our fear
of death

stopping
the heart
of our confusion, as we agreed,

we may be all we
make believed.

And immediately appear
as true as ever

imaginably, just so.

So, there was this rainbow

over the north end
of the meadow, as I so happened
to look that way, and think
to say I saw it this way,
a thing of beauty
for its own sake,
that happened not
to say a thing.
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Wisdom knowledge understood,
things essentially
random as raindrops,
making mortals reared
on soft awe expletives

hesitate
to say…
for some goodness sakes, hope

is any day's substance, hope
with no new sign since the Pleistocene

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Judge a race begun
with a rainbow over my valley,
our
valley, but more mine, for my part
as you slept in peace, I watched it fade.

I won a prize I'll not mention,
I began by being where I was today.

My advantage, my position
on the whirling world,
today.

The me self and the I self and we,
were imagining ourselves possessed

or, at least, stitched to our weform shadow

of an essentially spiritual sameness, as us

in weform, not just me,
and just me, only thinker thinking,
but we, the people judging each other,

after all, each day's worth, wasted or used,
trying to realize actual ever after, at peace

liking your baited hook with 'bated breath
held for your liking, look, we can turn blue,

waiting for the point where reality pops.

Leaving us scatter brained, and much the same,
as though we never used the time
to seem weformed, just right.

What good could one right idea do alone?

High five, zenwise, two one hands clapping…
in spirit we, our final form, once imaginable

strolling streets of gold, with nothing else to do…
judgement's all done, hell was not an option,

so one of us starts writing on the window
between here and there… and catches your attention,

this is that,
click bait, fishing for mental bytes, organized from bits.

Ever learning one can never know everything at once.

Just if, and what if, just said so soft,
another weform might think it all imagined.

While we think it more likely spiritual.

this, and that,

what good and fine as can be,
may be limited by, in fact,
one bit of both of us acting

as reader one and writer one
assigned to frame a mindform

an aspirant's aim, a mortal hero,
no superior anything, Joe Blow,

Johnny Come Lately, and
Johnny Lunch Pail, and Big Bad John

as a mind user holds self evident
what another holds sacred and undeniable

peace has a rule, least said, soonest mended.

Suffer it to be so, now
fully fected per form re co known,
true rest, debt free, fret free, ready
recognize trust as post warring, after
war reasoning retired, generally,
in peace

knowing using time we share,
my side of the situation produces
peace past understanding we live as part

of something we are reactions to as parts
required to inspire our realization as a whole.

From our marveling minds, we may so wonder
as mankind ever has minds we may open wider
while we are resting, re estimating worths costs

what's it cost to think in English a Hebrew word
a foreign idea, to think in miyn kind classified we

not me, nor you, we ag re spond aghast, what if

this is finished but
for our final faith's polishing touch. A reader.

My dare to say, the way I lived, worked.
My bet if time were today, what I live in;
then we live in it together, rationally balanced

at this previously unthinkable point. Ready

to experience thought slowed to ink speed…

elipses signify, thought pauses to think, read
right to left or up and down or left to right,

front to front, face to face, mirroring mind,
relearn from famous heros, mirroring kind-ness

like me beings shown our premyelinated brain rind,
bring me guile, show me some unprejudged idle word

logical extender of thought you heard said, hermit

hero's… the hidden practically only quiet certainty,

Cartesian or Pascalian, pre trib rapture revelation,
addendum on the end of the narrative, eh,

curses, foiled again… Mighty Mouse, ah,
shoot gee ****, kids

you better eat your Wheaties, be like Bruce,

tangled in a time of thinkable self will power,
dedicated to a timeless sufferage practice
to perfect a performance costing more,

than any other person ever paid, right
at one single point piercing everything

perfectly.
Storywise. Told and retold, to you, your story,

who are you but my audience, or our audience,
as we think during instances of mistaken belief.

The function of the mind, in a verb, by leaving
today the same everywhere right now, belief

can release potential peace, right when lief
as well think of green green moss after rain,

if there be any good, think on that.
Prepose your mind's eye on that goodness,

noticed, mosses and lichens shout bright
reflecting back through our whole being
beauty at the sight, at the action seeing

as today,
where I am, on purpose,
proposing one pastence,
everything everywhere all at once,
now, then

thinkable, in a crazy unsortable
fluid in a bubble, bubble in a foam,

message sent, Peace on Earth.