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Shelby Oct 2011
The rabbit hole, I have jumped into is a long and dark one.. There is no light at the end, just an unknowing of who will catch me and when..

Love is treacherous, as is my heart. A never ending maze of locks and keys, one size fits all doesn't apply. I tore down your face as if it were nothing but a wall of vines, nothing more but a trail to climb. I saw the real you, your mask was gone.

I will never be happy in love, it isn't for me.. Nothing is, but it's a choice I have made. A choice which isn't refundable.. The ride has ran out of turns, my coins have disappeared.. No more turns on this carousel. Forever spinning wasn't forever like we'd planned.. Forever doesn't really last forever, nor does love. It will end, in it's own time.

Now what? What is there for me? There are no answers, no more questions, just a never ending epilogue to this unopened book.. The dust has been brushed away, the seems repaired but where are the words? Washed away by your white wash paint, a metaphor of your love. Our love, it's no longer printable. The ink isn't invisible, it just no longer stains the page. Scotch safe a book? Never. We just lost that special ink.

Rotting, decaying. Not really no, wandering down a path of blooming trees. Sure, life goes on. So does love, but not for me. I can't believe in something I can't feel...
Ken Pepiton Feb 2024
-------- tea and Sisyphus

Bruno paused, at his interface
with the printable word form,

he paused thinking in writing
"this is so important, I must underline it."

I thought it, of first importance.

The concept of all fruits freely eaten from,
but one, knowledge, right of all sorts,
all species fruit, branch, root and leaf,
all intervvining chthonic molds to make soil,

goodgottamight jus' gimme a blackland farm.
let ol' pharoah done be drownded
goodgottamighty , oh yah,
jus' gimme a blackland farm.

Science, long now, sudden
eruptions of just too much to think about,

like the size of the Earth in his hands,
relative to the post JWST visualizations we share,

bring it in, too wide, ballein, throw out a thought,
an Earth baseball sized, no problema,
in your hand, your mind hand, your typist hand,
keyboarding second nature, like a callous
on the *******
of a scribes writer hand.

Often offered up as proof, see this finger,
this proves I wrote the whole pile crushed,
in the shipping and storage of Ashurbanipal's
collection of books, which Solomon told him,
when they were swapping wives and concubines,
was a vanity and a vexation of the spirit,

But this calloused finger, the mused mind reminds,
this finger proves I came through history,
I did not make history.
I remind myself one reader is plenty, keep things rolling up hill,
get to the top. Drop it, watch it roll, meander on down, at a peasant's pace.
Posing As Dystopian Rant

This prognosticator doth predict
potential based at current rate
sinister debacle that will
instantaneously annihilate,
which alarming (ohm my dog) turbulent
endemic chaotic spate

within human race poised to strike
doom and generate
shock tummy once amp pull goldenlocks,
now revealing a shiny baldpate
erratic behavior attendant prescient
intimations presage apocalyptic fate

while current commander in chief
didst unwittingly generate,
and sow the seeds of anarchy sparking
global conflagration that will create
instantaneous prime evil
total mortal kombat, cuz "FAKE" mandate

issued, when Trump went ballistic
loose sing rockets red glare,
when pressing hot button to demonstrate
thermonuclear supremacy,
sans 3D printable bomb
(albeit a moot point),

would render superfluous need way to late
to draft intestate
last (or perchance first, second,
third...) will and testament, tete a tete
perhaps minuscule (nee
infinitesimal) ordnance out of date

turns out a Department of Defense dud
eh, no surprise as aye narrate
finding Don tremendously irate
(blaming "crooked Hillary," democrats,
spongebobsquarepants,...yours truly...)
the list goes on, thus no need to iterate,

thus a sudden religious fervor gripped
the wide webbed world
attributing why weapons did not actuate,
which found pontiff in high demand

in an attempt to accommodate
frenzied zeal attributing aborted blitzkrieg
to divine intervention with bajillion
talking heads airing where to dedicate
material trappings to indigent, great
full not dead, plus those petty

criminals rightly or wrongly,
the strong arm of
lanced law did incarcerate
bowed down on daily and nightly basis
exploding huzzahs every
human did *******

"not prematurely," where
all walks of life integrate,
a spontaneous international
utopian revelation awoke
with linkedin diversity to promulgate
protecting the planet took precedence
yea right Matthew Scott - dear mate
only in the context of this poem I did create.
kevin Apr 24
me and my commrade from russia up there winning today still
own all years and days of american printable ink on paper
thats our wallets we own for we are the military
and typing ink on lights is ours also
you have a leader of 3 more years of treasons
we dont
no leading military treason, duh
you haven't created non criminally insane letters yet
so newspapers do that

thats a one sided conversation

if i wanted to i could write and requisition all you think you own in my country
i dont waste my own time with illiterate contracts.
i own air craft carriers

go be a useful american and write civil rights acts while irish mobsters sell slaves from the church doors

kendall, in the sheer, the limit is expected of you
the voice and the things of the ugly moneys they are
back in earlier america, the playwright ladies
had a style like Susan Glaspell, Hallie Flanagan, Marita Bonner or henrick ibsen, the shocking poverty and poor life we live here

here being now
speak now to a world already, fake
Johnny Noiπ Sep 2018
Where enervated by a wise man,
Bob the brightness of the back of the
                                  was no one else,    the gun by means of its skin,
the rings,                        & the captivity in ***** is ruining her ****,
& shall be nailed wide set,                       Lay hold on the instruction,
temples of broken watches,                      &  in the land of the injury
favorite language
Bettie forced is not acting,     she was able to say to the foolish man
is mad perceive by the fame              The City Museum has inspired
in a pen, the next six armies without him;
                   that liveth shall give to drink
in the wilderness of the heat he says,
knowing his time having *** in the texts,       music, a drink,
at the same time went up to meet his,
Jack rent their garments,                         & the clouds return
after the rain,               & he will ask who gave up the ghost:
blessed is that he walked variation according to differences,
& errors: in the petition,  & in the morning,
                comes to pass,
they began to sing of a lover of good deity,
he forthwith turns himself into the middle of the enemy,
w/ broad, warm,               enough of the mountain of Libya
                         to be found to be greater than the one lamb
                                 in the printable invisibly of the beach,
it is clearly the movements           of the Queen of the Jews

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