Pose a point at precisely
here, a moment mentally
a true once,
any once, but really,
realized and reified, made

mere mind matter, rare
--- just a seed to consider

What once grasped never
once lets go?

When is a lure
benign, re-coknown safe,

lacking hook, line and sinker,
have you ever seen the banner
of the Company

the fabled red. white and blue,
thirteen red and white stripes,
with a rectangle of blue, right,

next to the pole,
where children gathered
when America was repenting,

for believing lies about Why Vietnam,

or for not once giving a dam', tinker
thinking once more… eh, one reader

makes the whole weform blossom


As a weform in an ag arrangement,
agriculturally aware of most ways
bits and pieces all fit reality before
lack of peace
ever was a problem, like,
no worries, mate, if this is hell,
well, it ain't for every sorta bloke.

But, kids who raised birds, even
city kids, who tried pigeon keeping,
such kids knew, life is hard to start,

from the egg on, life is hard,
but
yeah, but,

in truth, it's not cruel.

If there was Hell for stupidity,
that, used to be a make believe,
that justified much cruelty duty,
duty to say you know it must be,
so, or else, you know,

oh… original chata, missed,
on second look,
by recognition,

spark ignorance forgiveness,
go again, think harder, push
re al weform
Individuation,
self as not another,
self as one counter balanced,

upright bipedal five point body,
container of life support facility

the medium of thought and feeling,
the media holding learning generally,

the tree of knowledge, a good tree,
capable of holding wrong ideas without

means to balance whying upon without
some inner knack in tool using mankind
that makes us think more effectually,
toward one's own usefullness to life,

in truth, with no dissembling or disguised advantage to the authority
granted children's confidence, in stories

told with the intention of making believers, carry the message,
information, shaped to support
the colonial power allowing teaching
of new truths to children reared
to serve defeated authorized
institutions of proper order
among unequal mankinds.
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In the hall, on the wall,
a mass produced poster printed
using some serifed italic type face,

a font that leans right, forward,
onward reining the reader, forcing
eyes to discern line upon line, a poem,

purchased as a gift to my spirit, a thanks,
perhaps for leading any to read Frost,
proclaiming the different ends

arrived
acausally
at

unless,
in truth, the path less traveled by
always makes each traveler privy
to the way truth makes life take,

make believe we still pretend,
while we examine worth
of your attention paid

me, the finisher of my generic faith,
substitute comfort
with knowledge, we used

to tune to freedom in windform

the possession of which remains,
in right Christian excuses for the Cross,
taking knowledge fruits from sacred texts

long hidden, long forsaken, forgotten

forgivably, long sense, as general truth
ignorance becomes in madding crowds,

good thing all of Jesus prayers
got answered, ignorance
gits forgiven, ever' time.

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Few care who dares whom,
but wise persons past discerned,

as do birds or any energy users do,
discern seed from stone, sensing use
for each… seed
or each pebble, picked
as hard enough to polish,

diamond on diamond, gemstone wise. Yeh

said, how do gizzards work, me to we,

as we are a pair morphically resonating,

peace bubbles, bits
of wonder if made
what ifs we did and did not claim, we
rethinkt a thunk link,
we realized hens do have teeth,
eschewed rural riddle, riddles well,
to a chance, tasted what the cunningest
creature in Genisis saw as good to eat,

the first seer is a she, Wisdom, principle thing,
soother of the first ever ego manifesting being,
in perfect balanced still life reignited cognition,

as that which opens the eyes, to see,
Hosea, hidden deep in the Bible, see,
-people perish for lack of science used
conscientiously,
with knowing
twice… concarne mind y spiritus we
form information
from the edge

of next, thinking like birds,
with some seed needing gizzardry

to loose it's energy for egging activity.

Ag me on, as a spirit in a mindform,
pushing things along the winding minds
gut most yoghurt fed fibrous relaxative

gnoshit funny when it lets out, like
a gaseous weform from a slow belly.

Whew. We got this far, knowing for sure,
not only Cretans, but all men who misquote
Epimenides know, all men are liars,

who can keep from it with some effort.

the process… zoological zoa logos

living words, made of sentient letters,
let us imagine,

leave us time and space,
gravity and velocity,

we adapt ideal ideas, perfect plans,
recipes for peace past comprehension,

co-here co-opera ratiocination, balance

app raise worth… wait, not weight value,
app raise value of attention paid per precept

time tools take parallel Elohim zoas, eh,

Blakes Creator uses compass and calipers,
believed imaginary until one sees through

new lensing concepts

begin
become
believe
happen

In my steady state, my confident mind,
with fides claimed as good,
by my word,

with faith, I stand convinced I am upright,
as any standing stone or pillar, perpendicular,

straight up, a concept humans
in agreement make, prepositioning
at places that testify
of whole groups forming made reminders
at gathering places, lest we forget, how
great we are, as a people… except

on the Washing ton monument peak aluminum
historical worth weigh talents
by psalm fifteen, boom

deflation in awe, did you see that salute
precision, in awe whose parade wow'd

rebel patriotic grand old party, boom

exceptionalist nation,
by god and hermeneutics

each day has sufficient ra' energy
wisdom is only peaceable, never
disruptive nor disagreeable,

general Earthly common man food,
Mom's once a year favorite casserole.

of one's peace
of mind

easily entreatable…oops bacon, sorry

the pride, the flaw flow lost,
who stole my dream, tell me my

dream, scream the maniacs, on autotelic

triggergnosisniggersnot said it any way sosume, unami

in us all, me first, self sense children
have flavors they each
develop,
in cultures akin
to Sparta, monastary ish
relishing a rather Spartan life
where selfishness and cunning
were tested
in life prior
to inclusion
among the affairs
of the community adults run,
on ***** boys pay
to play

"That deaf dumb and blind kid,
    sure plays a mean pin ball"

end games during the age

of fire
before coal mining or petrokeneum fuels,
which may have been used oli outsnfree techos
echo verbiage greasy gofer gut messenger routes
from thunder, hear yechos here, that sounds just the same
in Babylon's biblical
furnace which used science
to heat any ore seven times
hotter than the previous methods, indicating tech
advances… making me wonder

what fuel was that furnace using.

Pleroma good intentions, best wishes collections
jiggle in the jellow wave, I saw you,
your little lite stood out
from dead friends
on facebook
in fully dementably conceivable
long lost ever anybody may remember times
each letter let a sound be hear that let a word
form
from learned recognition, remembered,
frames
from when
to now, tech wise, duty,
in all possibility, lifetime good memories,
we agreed

if we got this far once,
and Janet sneezes, and she did
sneeze
quiet, left side east,
we hear thunder, those

are not artillery, far away,

we hear thunder,
I am
in between that
on this side
of an imaginably peaceable approximation
of as fine a SYTF grained peace
as ever has been imaginable online,
on Earth, live wave
in the ether pleroma
during a thunder storm
with hail, precursors just two days ago,

woe, it's us,
we made it rain, we made it rain, we all agreed,
we sure could use some rain, won't you agree,

my friend?

INVISIBLE BLUE PLAQUES

Someone or other
lived & died here.

Some other someone
wrote their most

famous work
there.

Every so often
a blue plaque informs us

as we journey
through town

(rain falling down)    

of Blah Blah
who blah’d & blah’d here

or was
blah’d there

... who cares?

In my mind
I ***** invisible
blue plaques

to commemorate
us.

Here: we kissed
(did we not?)    
...a mere minute ago.

Here: we turned
& laughed

on the corner of this everyday
road.

Here: we laughed
& hugged

on a pedestrian crossing

(a pedestrian
crossing)    

whistling at our
ardour

a taxi honking
at our armour.

All over London
our invisible
blue plaques

commemorate
us

&
that

we once
passed this way

so deeply
in love.

We wish, we wished, we knew,

how the peace we make lingers,

magical thinking must not work,
but we were reared to really pray,

unceasingly, never failing to expect
to have, even as we uttered our amen,

peace enough to share,
by our own will
making our agreement amenable
in spirit,
and truth, as two parts
of all that ever may be, you and me,

in the way life happens where you and me live.

It is written, any judgement begun, where
ideas form words
to hold them in common, any truth
can be tested by its effect on a satisfied mind,

so when I say, spirit, you assume I speak of nothing
tangible in the natural, just something like a will
we let be today's good
in our local mind,
at the time,
to make us think,
before we use pre judged worths,

a dime, or a penny, today, ain't worth a wooden nickel,

-- I just remembered

when I was thirteen… Coke machines in Texas
sold bottled Cokes in six ounce bottles, for a Nickel,
and two empties garnered six cents, enough
for a soda pop and a piece of bubble gum.

That's how much things change in the space
of one measured neighborly Jubillee.

Whittling kindling is what honed knives are for,
I watched old men do it, and found it works,

look ahead to a winter fire easy to revive,
with shavings from summer whittle sessions,

making peace where none was when I woke up,
the whole world under old war rules running on,

but, while Jubilees are, done while considering,
just imagined, how debt erasure functions,
allows us freedom from
wrong reasons past.
We have all seen the size of Earth,
we all know our only neighbors are here.
We are a chosen planet, not a chosen people.
And on this planet, good people, make useful peace.

Diminution is a formal word that refers
to the act or process
of becoming less.
To the point
pastless

at once
upon an instance