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REDACTED Aug 2014
Locked in silent thought, watching the trick of mind disappear.
A thousand mirrored spirals on canvas surrounding me. Closed eyes envision an explosion of sanity and normal cascading from my head.
It is easier not to fight it.
The smoke filled lung holds no answers but coughs out a key. To which door? A plethora unfolds before me and I take the hand of a traveler.
“lead me from this place.”
The beast grows into a multi-armed flying goddess and grasps my head.
“trickle your thought to my cup.”
It asks.
I oblige.
All thought is gone, sanity released, I am everywhere and of no being. Viewing past, present and future in perfect harmony I crouch in awe. The head I was encapsulated in vanishes and myself spills into all existence. No self..No perception of me..Perfection.
Ken Pepiton Apr 2021
Nations  arose after the days of Peleg,
in the legendary story of Babel,
which
does have a present presence on the surface,
of the after Babel yon der myth of us
we the sapience augmented common sensed band,
single-sideband, of course, if you can cut the antennae,
to this old freq,
radioman entertainment zone, post
pasts unbelieved arizen
as we see around about us

we the beings thinking we were put here,
by no will of our own,
okeh? Hard for me to agree, for
I was a self-willed child, on the earth of 1954,
made unspoil-able, by my measure, sould,
so whatever I touch prospers,
it does not turn to gold, but time,
precious years
in days
proving once more, the way of life
remains reproof of instructions,
glitches gitinin, gremlins ist-hextical real messages,
say measure twice, cut once, keep plenty
of spare teleo-smores, say again
- whisper- find the answer -

DID is the strategy, not the disability.
Gitcheractagethah, adam henry….haul ***

Call the cops. I shot the sheriff.

Renegade boomers, eh? You seen some, h'eabouts?

Hunter people, no-sense talk babblers, yon der here
we come
sons of them guns was left.
Yep, ***** head on an old man in vietnam t'day,
tells a story told since ******'s,
time, at the briefest,
least heated
hate
instance of one once main flow, recirculating as the water
remembers,
all this did happen, parts of all of us were here,
in this moment, relative to you.

The entire creation groans in travail awaiting…

wait a minute.
we did do this, as a whole. See, besides knowns lost,
for their use in con structing the destructive idea given
Tubal-cain.
The enthrallment of Tubal-cain, you may imagine,
progressed with the reiteration of the father's curse on cain,

the signal emanating from the seed that knows the cost of dying.

Cain and Able, well, we have a few ways that tale makes the sense.
Have no fear, all that is past understanding, it cannot crush you.
Commoners hold the common sense, rule of reality.
Peace outward.
The commons are in fine shape,
fret not, we got some old peacemakers smoking flower,
blowing smoke up monstrosity's assine suggestion that I die.
Keep on sowing... see what dead seed raises up
Jimmy Desire Aug 2014
[To the captain and her staff, thanks for the inspiration]

You see what happened is
I no longer find myself unique
a "freq", as the musical genius known as Pharrell Williams
would so delicately put it
I've conformed,
pressed by life's pressures and expectations
I've trained myself to believe it's the only way to achieve.
Funny because back in the day,
I took part of a program that was designed to show you a way,
Step by Step until you reached success.
All thanks to a woman named Janet,
I'll never forget her or the staff she formed to help us grow.
Wherever you are, enjoying your time with family and friends,
I want you to know that your impact was beneficial.
Along the years, I've come to realize how truly grateful I am
to have been raised the way that I was.
Every time I reach this state of focus I realize how much I want to give back.
You gave a kid who simply enjoyed looking at the night stars,
a sense of direction,
and friends,
some of which, to this day I continue to call,
family.
A home away from home,
filled with people who loved to get me out of my comfort zone
For that, I am truly thankful.
Although this family has somewhat spilt up
I want you to know
the kids that you fought for,
talked to,
even gave a lift home,
the ones you helped achieve their goals,
for all the kids who rebelled,
just to come back say sorry and ask for help,
just know at the end of the day it was all appreciated
because we are better off because of you all.
So again Thank You Janet
and the staff of our time.
You are appreciated! :)

Signed,
James Desire
Post-it note poetry :D, doubt she'll ever see this, but I hope they know how much of an impact that program had for so many of us.
Delton Peele Jul 25
Hey
Paper cut my eye
Tears and snot. ...
Unshaved face grimaced ,
Contorted, out of sorts .
Not pretty ...I know
Grasping for anything to hold ,
Break the strength
Pressure.....high pressure .....
Teemering inside
High freq tea ***
Spasm....yelp
One release
Then one more
Like a bobble head
No more air
Push
No
Maxed
No more air .
I'm empty .
Floored lungs flat
Stuck like contact cement
I'm buckled .......
Crumpled
Un even .
Ugly .
Nothing ........
Will ..........gone .....
Your gone.......
Will ........I..


Go .......
On


One


No.....


One .....



No




Half......


I'm half



I can't stand ......


I'm torn




Half ......





You........


Left





Gone



No one could replace you.......
You can keep the half
...
I'll give you
This half to .....
Will you .....
Take it please

Take me with you ....
I will go with you and not burden you ......
If you don't......
I won't........
Be OK

With out you.....


Please
....


.i.........

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