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 May 2013 David Nelson
XNtricity
Asleep in math class, not me, the matrices
Nobody cares about them it seems,
They lie, tucked in, drowsy between the textbook pages of more important chapters
But today, I finally saw the magic in them
The numbers dance
You can take two matrices, written in powdery chalk,
On the smooth, green ballroom floor on the wall
And watch, as if underwater, all is murmurs, all music
Comprehension of a different sort than paying attention
As the entries shift and multiply and add
Moving, sliding, locking into place like Tetris
And only some partners are compatible, and only under certain circumstances
2X3 and 3X5 meet in the middle, merge and mutate into 2X5
Two become one, each bringing their differences to the ball
New dimensions
Translating, the rows become columns and the whole constellation
Spins, twirling, kaleidoscope
Square matrices waltz
Others salsa and tango
Slowing, slowing, sinking into the final dip
Finding identity
1     0     0
0     1     0
0     0     1
And of course, there is no spoon. <3 to Bonnie even though that movie was weird
The eerie existence of a simple moment,
           Small and finite, yet full of pretentious meaning...
                                   Simply crossing through dimensions -
                       Almost systemiatically defining life,
           Clarity amongst a constant ibid of chaotic misdirection.
Leaving us with profound instances of life,
                                                                       death,
                                                                            love and loss...
Left alone on this makeshift raft,
Drifting further into the wake -
All I see is darkness...
Slowly collapsing upon my bones,

Waiting to be resolved -
To be encapsulated with meaning,
A filament of hope to define our love...
Show me my life is not *insignificant.
 Apr 2013 David Nelson
Redshift
i remembered today
in the shower
that pottery kit
the aunt that now hates me
because i chose to live with my dad
gave me
for my
seventh
birthday.
i was so surprised
so excited
because i never knew that i liked pottery
until that bright yellow box
entered the scene
(my aunt did this sort of thing
a lot to me
with knitting
and scrapbooking
only those things
i hate)
ripping the box open
i found all the necessary components
the wheel,
the clay
those other funky things
and had gotten all set up
when i realized
that the motor that made it run
which was some sort of pedal
was not in the box
i searched for it
i cried to mom for it
finally
i found the box again
and it said
that the pedal
was sold separately
not included
you'd have to wait
mom'd say
i've waited
for thirteen years
and now i wonder
if i was supposed to learn that lesson
at an early age
whatever the **** that lesson was
because that pottery wheel
with no motor
and no hope of getting one
for at least thirteen more years
would be
me.
 Apr 2013 David Nelson
Mercy B
The tingle of your whisper sends shivers as gently you try pulling my body near.

My breath escapes me momentarily and a quite moan is all that you can hear.

My heart begins to race as thoughts of passion creep into my head.

My body, no longer fighting,willingly going wherever  it is led.

Fueled by softness of your hands as they caress, wanting takes over me

Your intoxicating lips, with each well placed kiss, allows my imagination to run free.

Our bodies now intertwined causing my senses to burst to life with desire.

My body yearns for what's about to be, begging for you to take me higher.
 Apr 2013 David Nelson
Mercy B
When I needed some one to lean on
You stepped away and watched me fall.

You said you would always lift me up
When I was crashing down you did nothing at all.

Any time you needed a sholder to cry on
I was the first in line to be there.

When tables turned and I had to cry
My sorow was too much for you to bare.

You cut me deep, my soul left to bleed
With your lies and wicked schemes

I don't need your fair wheather friendship
You take two-faced to a whole new extremes.
 Apr 2013 David Nelson
Redshift
i stole a typewriter
from the side of the road
actually
maybe it was free...
anyway,
i kind of think i saved it...
he's from the 1980's,
a little old for me
but we have this strange
romance
going on
he writes so
pretty
If I could rap,?
  I'd be on the map.
Id have my own town! that never could frown.
we-would-all-go-rage,
and   have   our   own   page.
Fun on the Run
made Day.   By  day, No pay to play.!
we would be made to live on the stage..
It's not like i Hate this suciety,
.....It's just not a riot.,..
we're not alone if you'd quit being quiet.
some people don't have enough faith to speak up and be proud,.
It's called "originality"

And if you have bin to the point where lifes just crap?,
you've taken the pain of that hard life slap
lifes a ***** so play with it's wack
for this moment
don't turn to no crack

you cant go wrong,
[step out side and]
[Hit this ****.]
.and get you're *** into
this_

     Aroma of the happiness
Now you laugh., just at that past.
YOU made New, and You got through
any person,
Can take the flight
because we all just live to die -riiight?.
       young at heart with a tid of stupidity.
expect a melloo for you're hello  cause I'm always high nd it's hard to say bye (:
******* say hell no cause there brains just be jello
^^peace with out dat sappyness^
 Apr 2013 David Nelson
Redshift
if i paid attention in english class
i’d probably be smart
but if i was smart
i’d probably be boring
either that or super weird
like the crazy shoe-lace sweaters
our professor wears.
 Apr 2013 David Nelson
Redshift
i can't write poems for **** today.
seriously.
i just tried like
80 times
it's not my day
i guess

...wait...

dafuq
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