#named
from my fingertips emanating,
wafting, waving, farewell,
overseas bound, many lines of
demarcation to cross,
I am now acquiring, acquainted,
e~spiced,
by your geo~locality,
feeling the acquired
cumin, coriander, turmeric, mustard seeds, and cardamon,
ah, cardamon!
upon us
thus my arrival, disguised,
and you sweet~puzzler
inquire of the clouds,
what is this vaguely, and yet, too familiar,
crisscrossed scent, tantalizing but
a strangely~familiar unknown?
and you reply to yourself,
thinking twice,
examining your heart,
unleashing with eyes closed
the
lashing aroma scented vision of notes,
that penetrate the
skin pores
and you say:
ah ha!
that name,
that. name.
I am that spice,
knowing that name,
I am
so named….
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 12:10 PM UTC
(A person known by one name)
There's a place for gifting a name
One to be known and addressed by
One to answer by
One that speaks of family
One to be adopted and sometimes adapted
But one to affirm from birth.
There's a place for picking up a name
One given casually, possibly accidentally
One like Ace and Rock, Smarts and Giggles
One that captures a grain of the truth of you.
There's no place for names given in distain,
names of derision, laced with hatred,
names to reject, even if stated in jest.
There's no need to repeat these here.
Ultimately, there's a perfect place
for a secret name, known only
to you and your beloved,
given in a moment of tenderness,
given in a language of love,
given to say you belong.
A name to be whispered
in the quiet of eternity.
One name worth waiting for.
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 4:59 AM UTC
What is a daemon?
In computing, a daemon (pronounced DEE-muhn) is a program that runs continuously as a background process and wakes up to handle periodic service requests, which often come from remote processes.
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Did no one ever tell you, child,
never swear for no excuse,
plead guilty,
confess you was beguiled,
indeed. By some when
back then you had kin, what
made time to preform
the secret baby making.
Once upon a time,
we were always orphans,
from first whipper snappers used
to scrape tar from industrial chimneys.
Songs of Innocense in a new age,
learning old religions decay to mythos,
whence new religions tie memorium,
whence each season we return to recall
our broken spirits, how so and so sang,
lala live for today, la la live for today,
some same stories we recall, links,
URLs, to old sessions recording history,
close your eyes and drift away, listening,
much as winds seem to do, returning
on their circuits from collection
to collection, paid attention tokens, believed
to soften the hull on the gospel seed sown
to a cultivated faith, planted to propagate,
the idea of a secret code Truth uses in spirit form,
the Truth of truths, which, if known, even once,
makes the captive free,
mentally, happy as one can imagine,
under unchanging immutable terminii enforcing
order.
Order, called for, order in the court
of geeky oddball poetic discerners of like or love or not,
Thought traditions trades across epochs forming news,
too much to think about while considering sidereal extents.
Desiderata, poetic license, madejathank, Christian Nation,
Conquistadores were still heroes in 1954,
when the generation first born in the United Nations
victory forever standardization of historical information,
- Boomers stepping aside, survivors come to remember
- first were we to be graded by machines for marks
- made in Number two pencils rounded to one swipe
- width, right answers, only, only, one swipe between
- the lines, esoteric practice for precision aim.
to be overseen by servants of the victorious economy,
as pieces resorting to old formerly used rules of conduct,
smell the wind the strange idea carries,
worth weight, pushing power, pumping umph,
known cost of use, userer's fee, faith, the story held true,
with the evidence in the box, the bag, the sacred bundle,
all but forgotten, faith becomes the evidence of things unseen,
children are told
to hold these truths, those being taught you,
as you line up
in patterns
of proven paid attention, facing the flag
child, you should remember, wordless, for lack of a phraze,
thinking What? What am I pledging, what is pledging, I swear
I mean, I swanee, by golly, gosh **** shucks, I ghucking did not know.
Feb 12, 2024
Feb 12, 2024 at 5:22 PM UTC
My cute young daughter named Shatakshi
Asks, "Daddy-daddy what's this thingy?"
I, the caring father, with a gasp
Reply, "It is a fire ant that you grasp
And you hold where it has its stingy!"
Dec 5, 2023
Dec 5, 2023 at 11:45 AM UTC
Stuck in a jail cell
"Up and Adam"
You have to obey their rules
Or no basic freedoms. No garden of Eden.
No equality.
No excuses.
They own your space
You wonder why that matters
They suppress your dreams and passions
Yet flaunt the same to aid in their suppression.
Try the limited ways in which you can create or share your visions
Not one person seems to see or enjoy
artistic creations that you have worked with with limited resources to employ.
They wouldn't do this to Picasso
To: Aristotle
However, this is the future.
There you are
Beating all the odds
Your position stays the same
Communications in question
"Why must I always have a forgotten and unknown name?"
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 4:09 PM UTC
Cannot escape from this prison named Time
Determined outcomes mock me from other side of the bars
I cannot live chained to my unmatched expectations
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 6:11 AM UTC
It's drive and focus
Edge and flexibility finesse
It's youth which fades
Bulls On Parade
And my curse midst blessing
One of many things
BEST my meaning, interesting
As for one more year
This old mortal
Is king
Forward any doubters
Doubts trying to bring
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
Bell
Always by side
You’ve guarded my heart
For so long
I remember going busking
With you
Outside the supermarket
And I dropped you at my feet
And the homeless guy
Smiling at me
And when
I went to that place
The made bed
And Red light
The smiling girls
And I sang Valerie
And walked out
Passed the guard
Following me out
Cigarette in the street
We were all unmade
And I still am
You’ve guarded my heart
I believe
You said I’m worth a chance
The gates open and close behind me
Now I’m moving
It’s time to use my feet
Each other we’ll still see
I’m going out into the world
Make believe
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 5:30 AM UTC
Gentle dawn
Tilts her head to a simple side
Just like a lover
Her embrace and longing kiss
Opening wider than a day is long
And a night is alive
With ease and gentleness alike
Her hand comes to rest
On my resting knee
As I gently reach for a single moment
Turned memory
Which can be savored for eternity
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 6:54 PM UTC
She said and shouted
She ordered to dismiss
He tried to express
She shocked her head
Her smart was greater
But her anger increases
He had to go
When she could know
She ran after him to do
To maintain and fix
Her fault, but it becomes late
Why we lose our gift
Under honor ,is named
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 7:02 AM UTC
It's a cocktail in which memory mixes with sensation and sound. To become even moreso drunk on you. In the remind of those moments once shared, in that certain, southern, American town.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC
Tomorrow is coming, like a train of iron on a track of steel and nothing can stop it. Nothing that is or ever will be derailed. Tomorrow is coming between friction and steel.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
why hurricanes are named
after people, not things.
- v.m
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 2:07 AM UTC
Your time
My time
Never Ours
But I have to believe above all else
In God and his timing
Which does not faulter
Which knows no human bounds
In this I trust
And nothing else
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 7:55 PM UTC
The most gorgeous girl in the world,
I remember Pragya by her anonym,
Now all I have are her memories,
Yes they are sweet and delicious.
Real life angel she was my friend,
Each day in her company was good,
Memories of us smiling together,
Early riser she so inspired me,
Maybe she does not have time,
Busy she is too much for memories,
Regal used to be her elegant smiles,
Again I hope that I come across her,
No one is immortal but memories are,
Centuries ago maybe I had known her,
Every memory I can recollect sharply.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 1:37 AM UTC
I had only started recovery
After that inglorious accident
That I was faced with a seeming
Herculean task at hand as student
When I was to tackle ten exams
An attempt with forgetfulness
I broke no sweat in doing it
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 8:53 AM UTC
My cute young daughter named Shatakshi
Asks, "Daddy-daddy what's this thing?"
Me, the caring daddy, with a gasp,
Replied, "It is a fire ant that you grasp
And you hold the end where lies its sting!"
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
I saw you that day was rainy,
I wouldn't meet you after this maybe,
Please don't escape from rain, because it was me,
Dark, misty and lonely I need somebody to hold me.
I don't believe in you and your beauty,
You're a trick always behind me,
I exist, you exist in same county,
But couldn't say exist "we".
I am exhausted far away form me,
Let me die here softly and silently,
Please not afraid, I am always ready,
Take the gun and count the three.
I am not player named game "life".
It is over now, from beginning of 1995.
Have no faith, the past I don't remember.
I chose my library as a holy temple.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC