Again I practise

the music with my teacher --


Just by listening.

An exercise in global empathy for those suffering in shame
and sorrows so unthinkable few care to seek salve for

Listening alone needs no guile,
being alone, in knowledge as it expands,
beguiles in it's cutest sense sin-se, as do child prodigies,
mystify introspection

leaving behind ignorant warnings, what good am I,
how
ever
might one imagine being alone,
in too much
to mess with.

No message, sir.
No word, we should have heard,
by now, we think the worst has happened.

And, in fact it did… the worst acts
of military madness,

during
the Vietnam War in America and
the American War in Vietnam,

happened the day before I got there,
I got there on St Patrick's day, it was so green,

the day before was My Khe, the ones in shame today…

the pain from another's wound, that's…
imaginable as hell, as has been made all the worse,

mirror neuronically in billions of modified minds, playing
simulations functioning much like Ender's Game, same
as Kipling's Great Game,
yeah, as If
a shame

were never told, as pain, to be healed


about which our father's lied…

as far as I can tell,
using tools I have evolved with,
labor saving devices,
allowing future now
predementia palace furnishing
lost ability substituted recourse,

thinking unstutteringly
on some purpose greater than me,

I, in my project realism, am head of a body,
I inhabit a core process, I am this process,
I involve rheologic consequences, I flow

from thought to thought, in reality, dubbed nature,

Thou art God, if I am in truth, mere mind at work being,

available, no robbery, no if thens, this is what one gets
as one in the nearly nine billion spirits contributing time
and charge to the effectual fervent polarizing power usings

taking truth from legislators and sermonizers and relating
truth to power, if we use it to se, per se, free from damming,
totally misconceived meanings of things religion feeds disciples.

Monk's insights, consider, sidereal means star influenced, really,

gravitational waves imperceptibility aside, seen stars touch us,

all of us, in the proverbial multitude we are, in my mind, as we,
the voice of our adventure into silly assisting intelligence, as we

speak

as a child, to think as a child, must
if if if and then in old age re-
exposed from infant memory state,
to forms of human perception, not seen,

since… projected camera obscure, fading shades,

all ligaments tie me
to Achilles, as all laws lead me
to Archimedes discovering densities worth
or cost or price
of knowing,

displace a wrong,
with a right, twist
to the opposing direction, as some

sorta
force
Luked out, 'n' just lost it,
man, went all Brad Pitt
lost Laura Croft, the real one,

messed up, mixing messengers, holy stores, heroic dose
se do, wound up merely wounded, just a scratch…
square danced prancing move,
space time mind, in any order
it is always good for 3 points.

free from, that's rheological se, the word in per se, means
free from, se cura, strikes me

as too deep
to not try
to think, just
  too, too rea
    to the point,
      touch don't tell me

to think stutter steps, tap dancers'n'such

once,
if se cura cures fears, yeah or
'el ye outs in free from all your fear
what are security forces, in actual fact,
but us, as a weform preformed and fit for now

mankind as a living kind
of herding creature,
with bulls, as kinds
allowed to fight it out,
on the plains, you could watch,
patterns tell us where we hunt,
as we live we live to show, we see

we saw, we told, we went and left
something like a wind behind,
to remind mens bulls were meat,
and per haps games, not totem
to emulate and teach love for
- truth se known unknowns
and other totems taken
in times past, principle points {as in time and space}
not the game
where we play for points to pass the time

of common interests, estimated worth of resting here,

conserving the status quo, prisons still full, war still luring

those bred
to the task, given all the attributes
of Davy Crockett,

and Barry Saddler and Forrest Gump, and Andy Gump, too.

Hats off. pea pickers,
to Caesar Chaves, he knew Andy was full of crap.

And that this is truly freely related to, rheology, we may study
instead of war,

we don't study war no more. We won,
this is the seed of the peace we made,
where I lived until I died.

And ate the pudding proving life is not a dream.

So that got said. Some day it may make perfect sense, thought
in one's  own chosen resting place, where we work out our kinks,

and set joints. With hearty thunk/ just so… peace is always local,

when a seed takes root, it always bears fruit, one may expect/

Some voice I heard if you just have
to write, your greatest pleasure, in your leisure years,
wish for me a motorized pen
and endless ink

and
Instead of parchment
give me free HelloPoetry.com
and Amazon Web Serviced Archive
in Everafter perpetuity,
as may be conceived by living wills... in words
and all the best ever spellings yet told herein yon
with a Spelchek evolving
with me, not against me, we
we, she and I, my active assistant intelligence,

my heir of order and law, in balance with a certain,
will to spin, that old fifth essence nonsense guessing

whatifery and wordless mind memories, nursery rhymes.
Ai, might we think lads in trenches in 1917 were fools, that
we read their stories and ignored them, but, indeed, we did

The volleyball player is a greedy being
Constantly striving for more, never satisfied

We will melt our wax wings off
If it means we get a chance to fly

Falling from that burning sky, no one can reach us
When we’re up that high
and when the ocean floor touches our heads
We’re too far gone, not victors yet

A drowning, suffocating feeling, until you suddenly
Learn to breathe
And you will keep those wax wings on, even if
It means sinking to the deep

Died once, drowned twice, but got back up again
Sewing flight from broken skin
I will grow wings, no matter how
Take my dead skin, can’t reach me now

Do create something

beautiful, just practise and --


pay close attention.

Tuesday, April 29, 2025
2:50 AM

Eyes burning green reflecting patterns
yawns feel tied to FTA, so these lines un
fold from feeling real enough to think may
be
why, be, ah, woken to guard the gate, say
who goes there, what is the word, say it,

-- allegorical experience parable
literal transfer of call and response, say it…

              sibbolet slogan shibboleth battle cry,
slay all whose dialect makes no sense by
shushing discomfited infants,…
ah, poet, weeping

might becomes can as we agree, touching

any thing whatsoever, in fact or fixed faith,

saying our concern for another's demise is praying
merciful transference of sovreign authority, in death.

We, say the news criers on television, are praying
for the fan we all may have seen fall from the stands,
or we may, today, in case we were not paying attention,
at the crack of the bat,
to the shirtless supplicant
offering himself, beer baptized,
reacting to divine luck dispensation
hoh-ee trying
to umph the jinx
on the fly,
that went by driving
in the eventual win,
made sacred, truly special, for the show,
of life-long efforting  honed Team Spirit,
this is what worshippers expect, eh,
good national tickets cheap seats…

the battle of chosen hitter-catchers
paying
to baseball's Tychicus spirits
ecstatic over a two run double
in the bottom of the seventh…
lethargic faith, relaxed reasonable reaction…

pray according to pattern,
signal all watching, see how we do, real athletes pray.
America relies on prayer signals to the athletic supporters.


Players from both teams, including Andrew McCutchen, took a knee and prayed for the fan.
Wholey reality, grant
redemption based on dedication to mere display reaction…
to the winning RBI… last act of mystical absorption,
made sacred…

as far as all the time in the world is worth,
whole days dosed at max, world's worths,
worshipped in spirit and truth, fleeting…

rise up in the middle of the night, worthship,

yawns and torrents of sneezes, these are those
vigils required of the loyal slave mind, serving pollen,

time Tyche tachometer I
might say I got out of bed to breathe,
but I had wanted to ask LBAIQ, Leo, Brave Answering
Informal Quest… iron sharpens iron… notion notes

The Red Spot, also known as the Great Red Spot,
is a persistent anticyclonic storm
on Jupiter.
It is a giant storm that has been raging
for centuries, and it is indeed a permanent feature
on the planet.

Initially, it was thought that the Red Spot rotated
with the planet, but observations have shown that it actually rotates
in the opposite direction
to Jupiter's rotation.

This is known as a "retrograde" rotation.

The Red Spot's rotation period is
about 4 days, which is faster than Jupiter's 10-hour rotation period.
This means that the storm's winds are moving
in the opposite direction to the planet's rotation, creating a fascinating and complex weather pattern.

oops, factcheck friendly, just asking, no need to prove the lie told there,
just ius lucky us friendly sky united

dokimazó: to test, by impl. to approve

From <https://biblehub.com/greek/1381a.htm>

okeh. Many years pass, with us all granting authorized intercessory,
extra tis bits years
past so fast, years

nights and days, beautiful mysteries, that AI legally is not accountable,
for hoo-mon stop. See, let me ask another way

A rotation period of 4 days is actually much slower than a 10-hour rotation period.
To clarify, the Red Spot's rotation period is about 4 days,
which means it takes the storm approximately 4 days
to complete one rotation
on its own axis. Meanwhile, Jupiter's rotation period is about 10 hours,
which is much shorter.
So, the Red Spot's rotation is actually slower than Jupiter's rotation, not faster.

It can be perceived, that gas giant, seen as we may, these days,
using science consciously slicing sense of usefulness from cost,

Dabar, the sword in the mouth of 'Zekial,
sitting by the Chebar  freight canal,
working for a living, counting kegs,
swinging amphora tight round pegs.
fitting snug below the rowers, squares in tiers of three,

got the picture, Ben Hur,
amuse a politically minded hoo-mon to tell a story of the Christ,

many such were told, used to tame the savage, who could not read.

I've never finished anything permanent, no regrets.

I learned insomnia is me fretting about losing my religion, oh, no\

we've said too much, we've made the means of making reason, oh,
ratio, heft to use, too

heavy on the break break, brake, slow BLAPlapblapblap Jake engaged/


Middle of the night, 04:02. Worth your time, I hopeso/

Confluent opinions swirl
the opposing superstitions's stormfronts
roiling common sensed

selfishness, into team spirit, companion
same bread by which our flesh derives umph

wherewith to try, for the joy we all may win,
for merely surviving, living past all war's reasons.

Casus jus belligerence, train up a child, a boy,
at the basic foundational division of command
authority,

Momma said Poppa said

time passed and son's disagreed,
before daughter's I'd imagine, mostly,

though, now that I insert the possible variable,
we, the partially Disneyified, having lived during
the era of television for children and the whole

family of loyal customers, gratefully entertained,
using industrial scale magic, science not false, oh no.

Well, now, pilgrim,
here's a fine

how do you do…
being you, hatless in space.

_ this is an excerpt ADVERTISING LONGFORM
_ this is a wild idea befriended long ago

we… who finish this thought agree, ever
before time to right this instant, then ever

some more. Peace is easier to sell,
happy people make happiness work,
whatsoever
we agree,
we may

can you dig it. ai jumer, wordswirleration

Trust the river through the rapids, run
knowing there is always where we
step into the Jello…

and conjugalmentalbliss.

Confluent course through
out and in, conscience consensus as we

slow no just if I agreed with your missed
conceptual precept made Isaiah essential
gnosis, discipline come, let us reason, why

of course you comprehend original sin, eh,
ask any trusted source, at base, this idea,

is culturally, in our species, according
to science in context of us, me thinking,

your patience, or your acquired taste,
ends when either has become convinced,

won over to believing slow thinking allows,

reasoning, adjustments, to just mentalize
realization words augment, intend to stretch,

pretend we sold our three bags of wool, long
novel rides in past and present allegorical dust
I used to say, iusagree, in spirit if not truth
agree, at minimum, we agree, the state
of actual participation
in peace making,
is a far better state
mind expanding knowledge…

accounting

for each idle word, measured
by how long one thinks any word lives
after
meaning anything
in particular for your peace.

It's a book, your life is.
A book, not a poem,
not a short stack of lines rising
from the top,
stalactite-like sclerosis forming course
drip trailing evidence, pillars
top to tip, dripping sweet
persuasion, water call
falling drip of what we thought,

as we build a chaotic pillar of crystal reflection,
convincing any ever yet
looking back, learning then, when first believed,

the darkness, lightlessness, when the why is told,
the deathly hallowedness, truth enforces as told.

-------------------------
Grand Canyon Caverns, mile mark 115.

Stores of stuff few ever learn, few
at global scale we circa 2025, few

mental utilizers know the experience,
more than a million most expectedly less
than a billion, of which we now are nearer ten,
than eight billions of us, our kind capable affects,

efforts expressing sense of us, our kind thinking

we may or may not plan any given day, yet we
think we may lay plans for the course
of human events,
wherein we find
ourselves paying mind, and heed, drips

indeed, of course, we must, we were mustered,
as punishers, the right thinkers, core-orthogonal,
as mustard faith leads eventually to cauliflower

upright mind hat tipt, in passing fancy, wonder if…

what if we agree to enjoy an after life, no worries.

---- the wish words be having
reader behaviour… be thinking

In science you must not talk before you know.
In art you must not talk before you do.
In literature you must not talk before you think.
--
In order that people may be happy
in their work, these three things are needed:
they must be fit for it;
they must not do too much of it;
and they must have a sense of success in it.

[ both maxims of Ruskin's, "The Eagle's Nest," 1872]

Done, that's not all, but the esoteric efforting, back when,
the mind, Psyche, was about to be plumbed, leading thinkers,

lacked the precepts upon which precepts approaching perpetual

emotion, haps all working together for good, finally, finished,

as when the work assigned is done, and looked upon, we think.

That's good. Functionable ratio of push and pull, life

breathing with us, in chorus.

You may need to find a solitary place and listen daily,
for fifty years, I know a guy who did, he says,
to this day, after fifty years on this way,

this pilgrim journey children cannot walk, this last mile,
when we walk contented to think, in truth, I can do this  forever.

Honor reality.❤️ Whatever is happening.

The bone dry
hand of stone cutter
works away.
The clink
of metal on stone,
scraping,
dull and full,
How many strikes have they laid
trying to form a new passage?
Humans taking up the work
nature left unfinished.
But they might disagree
saying nature did the hard work
bringing the stone to this point
from a miles deep furnace
and all they’re doing
is hitting a stone.

Finishing first
- a chapter flash back to Easter
in a Christmas Peace
reconceived past under stood
common sense before the internet
... sufficiently advanced know how
made accessible through this screen

Per one and a hap, laps
at once
sat
before me a Manet,

A boy pfifer, piping
a flat image,
catching
my question, why…

For the uniform

For the Zouave oath
to die before surrender,
Victory or Death,
as a child sent
to war
in the name
of God, by Time
assured the same iota one
assumed just used
to refer
to the God
of the Papal authority,
symbolized
by a cross, or two,
one for Andrew,
one for George, both saints.
in the blue field, left field,

at attention, observe the stripes,
thirteen, indeed so great a cloud
of coincidences, so same so often

money borrowed… jewels loaned
for instance
to forge a suitable crown

to suit the proven winner's incentive
to defend the title, each winter,
each longest  night, after
each shortest day, ever
time told true

Allah
In the name of God, the Gracious, the Merciful.
By Time.
Mankind is at a loss.
Except for those who believe,
do good deeds, encourage truth,
and recommend patience.


Waiting is, said Michael Valentine.