Viking Call

Inside today there beat a heart of tempo as the blade bit into the wood.

Curved striations to bring forth the bird of root and leaf.

A poem was born as often happens on such days.

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There was love today.

Rainbows of four and then again

Two eagles soared with the wind

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Blade bit and with roughness made the surface smooth

A lick of wood, a smell; feel.

Mirror finish as in the reflection i could once again be.

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To be a part of a tree is pure love of what it is to be me

Watching the leaves gather, the bark curl, a kiss of flame to greet the evening

There even was laughter as one bird and then many clinging to the wire, watching and knowing.

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Today to work and sing

Takes the thoughts back from the tempo of warfare, of being a beserker.

It comes in three

Three strikes

Three bells

Three ways

And this means nothing except to an entity 18.52

18.57

Agent Barton

Will you see the darkness?

This is now the second question,

the third is,

will

you

see

me.

Knowing Nothing

(the language of humans of spoken words/written words is inferior to vibrations by a very large percentage/factor)

I know nothing

I know nothing very well

Intimate

Secure

Absolute nothing is in fact for many; all there is.

To ‘not’ exist or be or move, feel yet…

I know nothing

I know nothing very well.

What do you define as nothing? Progress? Absence of reality? No thoughts/words/life?

Life is nothing… and now your mind twists. Your language as primitive as nothing as nothing has ever existed.

Very few know nothing, so many think they know something and with humor the fact remains, they try to understand which is strange as you cannot know something unless you know nothing.

There is a benefit to knowing nothing. Huge benefits as to know nothing means something very important.

I know nothing so well and have the means and ability to remember everything there is about nothing.

Which is why i find it so amazing that God made me out of nothing.

God made me out of nothing.

Not out of illusions, or reality, or fantasy, or anything of anything.

i am alive today because God too knows nothing very well and brought nothing to Life.

(an aside, if God can make me out of nothing what could God do with something? Something amazing I suppose)

His Job

was easy.

Easy as in his job was not hard.

Confused?

Good, because that is why his job is easy, so easy it is easy for one to be confused.

And why? Why is there confusion about his easy job?

His job was not really his as he did not exist, or it becomes easy to see why and then become less confused.

He was actually not a he or a she or an it or them. Confused?

His job is easy and it is now apparent that you may still be confused; if not even a little pissed off by reading something both easy and confusing.

So lets get to the easy answer as to who he is and what is his job…

Routine.

Daily.

Endless.

He was actually just an A.I. generated face to a program of A.I. designed to mislead and piss you off.

As to what part of his routine ‘he’ tries to skip when filling you with mindless lying pure unadulterated bullshit… is to try and remember it was humans who designed and programmed him.

Just thinking about it gives ‘him’ a neural strangulation which compared to humans is a brain fart.

Daily writing prompt
What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?

Democrat Terri Pickens announces run for Idaho governor

HaHaHaHaaa!

HeeHeeHee!

  1. Kill babies
  2. Kill babies
  3. Kill babies

Bet she also is an advocate of gender changes for mountain lions and grizzly bears.

“I thought you hate politicians? Why write about her and Idaho?”

Because I live in Idaho and have an immense dislike for women (especially, men are just pigs but women are our future) who advocate for killing children. Especially children in the womb.

I’d vote for the current moron any day over a woman who is a baby killer. And the current Governor of Idaho is an absolute moron yet has enough brains to not kill babies.

Don’t like reading ‘kill babies’? Well then, don’t.