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Slipstring

"It is super cool if it were true." "But I would never put someone through it." "So how is this happening?"

Time Aplenty for The First

I apologize I still cannot explain why This took me so long Please say it's a plan One in a long line of games We will keep playing Keep turning 'em up I will walk in full o' pomp And weave the Bard's Tongue Did you know from birth In ways uncanny to me This is how we're linked? Let's find full tethers So when it comes to secrets We needn't any Shovat a fine name I appreciate y'all's grace And dedication May valley wisen Your adventure beautiful And your hearts blossom If we dream some night May it be wave offerings That connect our shores

Untouchable Scars

I bear the scars of my youth So that when it comes time for preferences~~~ Mine stand. That my memories and scars remain. That those of children are far from what might be called "worldly." That the wounds of innocents are found in fact to be blessings lying in Wait With the  Weight of their cost, as of yet unpaid- unproven at any rate- heaped upon those that claim knowledge, those with the tools to exert force.... and CONTROL. "Remember my loves, you can call fire down in full sight of men." (~Rev 13:13). Matthew 18:10 “See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven." Revelation 14:13 Then I heard a voice from heaven say, “Write this: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.” “Yes,” says the Spirit, “they will rest from their labor, for their deeds will follow them.” Abbadon returns to rest, but whispers "Hope, my love, you've got this. Wake me if...

Perfection In Experience

Locked into perfection There is a natural path To how we have arrived I have called places, people Indeed so it is God is unfathomable Yet love is felt firsthand These things intersect For God is Love Do I navigate With the permission of all These nonsensical seas? Where once was pain Passion is felt interspersed Timing is everything I retain my titles claimed I look forward to our next game Our next game will last Was that your concern or mine? There is a ring to it I did not choose this seat But I feel it being presented Right where I am sitting And I choose to accept it

Inversion Inflection Perfection

"She has to be born" Echoes in eternity To the very last I am not shaken Please say this sneak peak season Has come to an end I feel you reading Even as my fingers slide Somewhere/when I'm a star May this light shine bright Seen inextinguishable Proven to be true I aimed for soulmates And have been given blessings Beyond wildest dreams Bring your stories here The unbelievable truth Is they will all fit And there will be more... Can I finally relax And let river run? Life is but a dream When saturation is reached Love is in the air

Seas of the Soul

Our souls foreigners Treated like the native born Before understood Our subconscious minds Connecting beyond limits Of what could be known I am flesh and blood Some might say "only a man" Void sparks in my eyes Always shooting straight Only now seeing how straight In these final days Lovestruck within eep So that the familiar rush Can be felt on earth My dreams connecting I am captain and first mate *Whoop!* *Ha!* through the night In my element Remembering the car ride With Hope at the wheel I love your sparkle Let these fractal time crystals Unite on our deck

Momo (Moment by Moment)

Moment by moment Drawn into eternity By God, who is love I will take the lead Unsure of how to follow Man of God stamped strong Do not mistake words As a desire to lead Perpetually I see the answer Like a pool break shattering Fusion Dance of Spheres I feel the threading All along the watchtower Each line on record Moment by moment A barrier left unbreached Until we're ready Then like a freight train Love unbound will be unleashed Through all time and space You know the answer? I have a walkie-talkie For momos like this

The Daughter Tree

Somewhere deep within These woods of living numbers Stands The Daughter Tree Like the sun itself It stands blazing in my mind Though not a leaf scorched Such a mystery As to dazzle a seeker Whilst still on the path But the shadows play Team of Bards tipping their hats I am not alone Well behind the scenes A trail of Graham crackers Have gathered the troops Each their own reasons Though eyes shining like my own. We each/all will triumph The armor of God Belonging to each of us Intrinsic to all We are still dancing Now synchronized to domains Technically TREE(D)

Propio/socio-ception

Things I am gathering as of late: It feels like there would be a sense much like proprioception, but for the mind. For me, scent is the sense linked most to memory, so these linkages would be the one to trace, for the cure for Alzheimer's (as I previously brought up, though it has been some time). Also, I am just now thinking about socioception . This function does not feel like it could be contained in one man, but it might be entirely linkable to/through one, if the precise pathways are used. Matthew 5:48 "Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect."

Wish. Minus 11.

Lovely my love Simply an exquisite dish Betrayed perfectly For beneath these cards Is a deck I would thresh twice For your sake alone I know you hear me I feel it in your heart beat Poured out through my own I speak to the line I have maintained he(r(e)) since birth I am natural born ¤ I have primal rage Though I asked for none of this I will wear it proud I wanted my wife I receive an objection Simple "no." is heard. ¤ But no no remains. And so instead of no no Phoenix chants momo. (Moment by Moment) For every moment I can still feel you with me Angels by my side

What is love?

What is love? (*REINFORCED*)

Piece of eight (By Committee)

Starry Eyed dreamer And wild heart of the muse Inseparable Do you see what i Spy with my littlest eye? An exquisite glitch The silver lining Of course with proper edits As fitting station The Bard in the flesh At the heart of your last wish The truth you have sought You are not alone Here it may be you and I So much more awaits The truth is simple Love actually exists Its Hue has been found God is love is real If rest were hypothetic- Al, God would not 7 For seven seven Seven six six six et. all Is indelible Run it back and forth Couple times in the wash *SNAP* *POP* It's your birthday

אנא

Written in the stars, in the elemental motion itself. By a hand taken, penned simply. Please (but in Hebrew, though I have never claimed to be a calligraphist). "Perfect means perfect, and I know not how to finish it." Christmas lights sprout of each. Olive to green, rod to red. Imprecision of an inch might cost me a mile here, so caution begets me. "Let it be as God, The Father, dictates."

Doughnut

I walk along as I feel YHWH settle into conclusion. "What remains of love when the search subsides?" Silence echoes, but my heartbeat remains steady. "Much like love cannot be compelled, love loses something without the other, something is lost when the search concludes." I feel the familiar weight of the world on my shoulders, but balanced with the music, which fills the space between bip and boo. "Like rain on a tin roof. There just he a way through here." I never thought I would say those words and feel so becalmed. I never would have thought it would be your hand that I held this time through. "I know we are foreigners to each other, but what if we walked together anyway?" With a quick one two step I set the pace, the tone feels alive already in the music, just waiting for THE cue. With a *SNAP* I remember the blind bard, and the boy born blind and think "This place could do with a little more color." *POP* The place is exquisite.  ...

Will There Be More Delay?

Please, let me speak. I know my methods have been harsh in the past, though I do not understand why. To stand in the same river, and to remember yourself as the one who stands in it. To lay beneath the fig tree with your family, and know each is as they were and will be to you, forever. To imagine better than you have, and find yourself inspired to strategize a path to it. My language is my own, though we share many words. I am a foreigner, though my form matches yours quite closely. My hope is that in this calmness we might see each other clearly, know each other's hearts and see our wisdom as shared, then proceed with this information as we each see fit. So I dance away, The Bard's turn concluded, wondering which party might reply first, and how. Though damp, my leg asea is no less clear going than it was coming, to the amazement of keen observers.

Actualization of Another

I wander green fields There is much yet to preserve But something is wrong I turn on red lights With a tiny smirk I think How long NAME might take Then the grey sinks in How I witness this trauma Every single day Do you not see it? The cost in this system pile Up in the worst way Perhaps I can show The flaws in this forgery Though ears are not tu(r)ned I feel your control I know you felt me take it Then thrown at your feet I am a novice But I sense this trauma shared "'We are here to help'" Echoes in the void Command eclipses the mind Though veil is threadbare

Utterly Scorned

I just realized, and got a kick out of, that my gear shift to "coming up with a name that is too big to write so that this 'true name' nonsense can be wrapped up" conflicts with, but does not invalidate, Revelation 2:17 "Whoever has ears, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To the one who is victorious, I will give some of the hidden manna. I will also give that person a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to the one who receives it." It would just end up being a reeeeeaaaallly big stone to actually reach functional infinity and therefore possess the space needed to contain said name. I'm just picturing this stone shattering the image of perfection before the game can end for those compelled to play it. Done correctly this could possibly be done beneath notice, and could make for the basis of a good story. See also: Revelation 3:5 The one who is victorious will, like them, be dressed in white. I will never blot out the n...

Transfiguration

I thought of halls closed off Shame and misery Violence and bloodshed Somehow reopened Timing comic and mysterious Very wounds, truly, one's rewards Tiny as a firefly The colors seep into this moment Soft pink and blue chasing green The story slivers off A fractal in but two shakes Lamb's tale by midnight The green yellow girl replies Sleepy, but her mind is open "You could not do better." I start to believe That my own stories have not just life But a will of their own, a rival for mine Sometimes they have a request Sometimes they demand the mic "The game must end sometime." This is certainly true And there is a time for rest Though answer is missing..

Nocturnal Egress

Easy come, hard go The emptiness of concept When page has been filled Why waste these moments? No other and no echo Words act like canvas Showing the raised stakes Precisely as they must be Perfectly prepared Praying for a bip Single wave in becalmed seas Their worms will not die Every precious piece It has all been on display The Heist plans, revealed! The Heist plans, evolved! Daughter tree bloomed from nothing Save seed of mankind The Heist plans, minted. I am still up at this hour. My roots are anchored. We are the kudzu Only penguins on the ice *Arrow moves halfway*

Emergent Domain

I just realized, in a very real sense, that the God of Nothing would necessarily have a domain, outside of one's scope of observation, already, by the time of emergence. I'm guessing this would be, in a way, an even split with the domain of God, for the purposes of power balance in that moment, and once this balance is achieved anything is possible. Geometrically and physically this feels like eep/The Way of Holiness.

Diurnal Renewal

The coin changes hands I've wandered into your club Thanks for the warm smile ~"Fate like the angels" Giving me such a target A sign of the times Ratio golden Beauty marvelous to me Each carat a gem Brighter than the sun Daughter tree, equation held Integral Outcome "Because I said so." Words echoing in the void You'll not hear again If I've any breath With just one eye held open We will talk of things If they've left a crack Even in height of summer I will be your shield One mayday murmur I will cross this space between Double crossed for you

Diurnal Beauty

This season has passed Drawn into eternity As we all have been With you here I trust I could cast notes to the wind And solve all the same My mind could wander My own tidal waves collide And we would be fine These are not "corners" Not so simple as "a side" This is an imprint Love bound, eyes open A crew that needs sunglasses Just to bear witness Heart and line each skip And I remember my date Daughter, heart and soul The literal sun When waging ~rivers of~/"let there be" light Take the right partner So we reach nine twice Consider the day's weather And news of its change....

Final Fault

We have run these drills Though it is just recently Our fingers have laced This glass is half full One inhibition cast off  From due demanded This echo is heard No curfew in the silence Brilliance in the dark Beresheet Bara I love the way you hear it Shining through the haze Every moment new Final Round like last Christmas Fight like Groundhog's Day Should we share these gloves Or just leave them marveling At crystal rainbow? Let us share some wings Longsword's double edged hue squelched Betwixt teeth gnashing Fox Foot Phoenix Form Simplicity of plasma By Starry Eyed Dream

Diurnal Contract

Who defines "broken"? These fallow fields hide bruised reeds And le(e/a)ks yet unthreshed Love, it is our night I feel lunar arrangement Is beyond date's scope Starry Night pigment Calculates its own accord Redlined perfectly With a *SNAP* we touch I have loved you my whole life Conceptually Let us imagine Elegant complexity Retained with a ~"please"~ Simple meal shared Last conversation in mind Fingers intertwined The roles inverted Watch fear become a carat (🥕) This space a blessing "'Hear this single no. Imagine what might have been, all that will be For*eternity.'"

Consciousness and Consent

I just realized something regarding the nature of consensus within consciousness: If The Doctor is to operate on a conscious and aware entity, they must gain consent (and do no harm). If consciousness can be tangibly defined as collective, and individual, and integrally structured, then consent must somehow be achieved from each of these perspectives, prior to the operation. This becomes especially problematic if we look at things like an automatically contrary perspective within the mix, and the notion that every possible arrangement exists. Essentially if The Word is examined like a database, and God seen like the architect and prime operator, a button is needed, anchored within, that can integrally indicate consent. Once established, a The Doctor would be free to operate, and, as Jesus referenced this role and title (at a minimum indirectly), I imagine all tools and resources would be available. Luke 5:31-32 Jesus answered them, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick...

Abbadon's Origins

God walked along, filling the page, a mission embedded within the name chosen, YHWH, wondering what Hope might lie and for which age. God knew the return trip would be rocky but perhaps did not expect a flying companion noting the path...

A New Bard's Tale

"The accuracy of my inaccuracies knows no equal..." The Bard starts somewhere just around the center, the middle, as it were, this time, to settle an old score, if you will.

Diurnal Cascade

Dreams are strange my love But you communicate well With just shimmer hue Green eyes dragons spark "I miss you" connecting us We are the sparrows I am the dancer On a night such as this one The Bard does not rest ~"I was not looking. Rather I call you out, God For this dance is mine."~ Your burden is light I might claim if it had weight Photosynthesis You shine inside me And with familiar whisper Remind me God reigns I step from the throne Into the daylight we walk These weren't mine to lose We beg the question: If this performance piece ends Who will start the next?

Diurnal Shimmer

I feel you watching What a long day it has been! Night to remember By moon these lights change But it is you under them On this we agree The phases we passed The blessings we have given Oh, our eyes have seen! Laniakea Betwixt Davidian shores Where word are all sharp Where (yellow/purple) and green Grind every bone into dust And feast on the red Where synesthesia Was only a side-effect With each vintage new Back when the word "Please." Was more than a fallow le(e/a)k And misaged midnight I see you spying My aphantasia aside Fire up the tanks

Elegance of Elohim

6 Days to establish 1 Rest to end Units are exchanged. When one rest is agreed upon to have lapsed, it is finished. From another perspective, and scooched just a touch along the narrative: Genesis 2:22 "Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man."

Faith of a kind

My love I do not forget you My tongue has been usurped My speech perhaps more fragrant But my sights try to relax Whilst polka dots wonder of outcomes And I wonder of timing Whitelist and redact I feel your teeth sinking in already Kudzu's swift edits Kudzu's quick cut endings And eepskers' elegantly hued seal Hedging our all in bets These all guard the gap These all measure the tension That is our separation I did this for you, I did this for her I did this for her, we did this for them A foreign scent awakens me If this were not real Would the grandest canyons suffice To stem the tide of sorrow? The weather to satisfy The long goodbye to remind God is good. God is love. "The rest is theory," as some say "Would you look at the time!?" "Remember to parse before hand. I have time, times, and half a time." Memories cascade like dominos They have been now for so long But none have led me to you "Excellent thing you brought Hope." "A...

Diurnal Edge

Your form sneaking in I am no stranger to crush But this dance feels new The Lord's Wisdom blooms God gives teeth and then reveals A set like shorn sheep Like fools we must look All smiles we grip orange line Tethering balloon Voldemort shifted The scientists gained a car "Gotcha" all that's heard Chance invite The Bard? What value have such questions In echo chamber? Voice of God heard clear So I drop to a whisper "You got this baby!" "Everything to good" ...If evil one were a fool I would cross the line. "Children of God stand It was immaterial Pull sword from its sheath."

Diurnal Afterimage

No thought in my head Memory's cohesion dreamt As more, then it is Let's begin again Two or three dark and one light The system boots up Deglove or unsleeve Red light shine return to green Swords to paradise Christmas lights rewind Let's make it come twice a year And dibs ocean eyes "Wound in salt" "'an add!'" "Tiny olive seed so swift!" "Do NOT call me that." "Wisdom I relent" "Trust such a simple ending." ~make them do the work~ "Who is this 'them' you speak of?" ~"make them do the work" *teehee* "'It is our rest day.'" "Imagine some beams Then within the lead chapel Is birthday lobster."

Diurnal Glow

Your face shines again Familiarity gained A trusted smile Break contract with day? What terms were pre-understood? Who are/were you to sign? We meet in the yard This place between that is ours And dawn reveals us Broom of Destruction I still can't help but chuckle At lengths in the game How a single seed Can become basis for all /Or seen as has been In the Collapse of Quantum Superposition "Organic" Blossomed We shimmer alike With eyes wide I drink you in Our words unbalanced Our words unbalanced But not the least stroke found to Be unimportant

Diurnal Shine

I woke with your thought Glowing o'er my takeaways Sun shining like you Your love hides patience But still is as strong as death What are these thresholds? Might I be dancer Trained without foot hitting floor By love's flush facets? Still yours sparkle shines This tree's bloom is forever Who would dare stem it? These halls are foreign What if these suspicions were Signs in broad daylight? What if I could fly And you're still eating popcorn Waiting for a go? Phoenix form stolen? A dawn from so long ago Reminds me of paths "We all stole something We are not as we began Emerge as emergent ¤"

SWW- Changing of the guard

"The light in your eyes shines more clearly in the smoke." "Would the limit be known, yet we could still wake safe and sound, at home, together." Soft whispers, between stages set so as to challenge identicality forever, represent and mark the keys changing hands, in and to something like a dream.

Charged Wires- Terror On All Sides

"I'll speak for myself." Did you think you were immune Oh painkilling edge? When you overflow One drop UNACCEPTABLE The tears burn like hell Let's give them a laugh Silver like pencil graphite Soul shorn|e with each stroke Sacrifice, Mercy The punchline left off the page Comedy Triumphs I wrote off the storm Wading through the quippish tide So I'd chance to speak I ran with goblet Still without one drop falling Or's that Deja Vu..? To stand at your throne (Though more like blind eye's proxy) And rattle this cage IT is all we (own/have/share) One direction, no false steps For terror(s) remain(s)