#position
we chase and we race
but it all ends in a pace
in this speed, we lose our way
these instants, lost away
Heisenberg, a well of insight
knew something of light
“those known of speed
position will show no need”
now he spoke of waves and light
but I find that quite the blight
I speak of man and life
place and haste, a strife
caught in the race
we lose our space
eyes set ahead
the now lies dead
yet, in the now
ambition begins to bow
caught in the present
a life unspent
walk, not run, nor pause
live with a cause
in unity
life offers opportunity
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 9:11 PM UTC
I feel I'm stuck outside your heart
Only a window to peek through
Glass is smudged and *****
Limiting view
But from what little eyes can make out
Appears that you are asleep
Begin to worry my presence
A gift not good enough to keep
I wish I heard sounds of you breathing
The night's silence hits hard
Slicing deeper than freshly sharpened blades
Caught off-guard
As if on cue-starts to rain
Descending eagerly from the sky
Wait in wet clothes for you to wake up
Widening each weary eye
Winds of uncertainty blow a bit stronger
Hinting future unseen
Daybreak an eternity away
Forced suspension in dismal scene
Unanticipated impatience
For mornings golden glow
Familiar warmth expected to emerge
Your shoulder is still cold as snow
My hopes eventually are destroyed
Denial ripped like a band-aid
Glance directly at me standing there
It's as if there is an invisible barricade
Your expression easy to read
Written on face loud and clear
No denying you are aware of my position
You pretend not to notice I'm here
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 9:06 AM UTC
I know I've said I hate it but I love it at the same time
Two heavy hitters jockeyin' for position in the same mind
It'd be a high noon showdown in a different timeline
I'm fine,
You ever hear that slip my lip just know that I'm lyin'
©2024
Jun 12, 2024
Jun 12, 2024 at 1:18 PM UTC
No longer in that postition.
(No longer robotnik— the robotnik man-clock.)
No longer seated there— square—
Fantasisng about The Line.
We are no longer haunted by ******* imprints—
Let it be said.
Now control the ethereal days—
When they come to pass.
Now, manipulate The Line in new ways—
If it does not break.
The Line bends but it does not break because it bends for me now!
And, at the end, decide whether or not it shall be perceived as real,
Or merely perceived as a figment of the imagination.
So now, we are in that position even when there is nothing there:
We are peddling, or writing,
Or etching a single line.
And this is how we shall expand...
Cycling past ourselves….
Jan 31, 2023
Jan 31, 2023 at 6:54 PM UTC
Lovers' position ...
for ever kind thing...
there is a position...
that human adores ...
and loves ...
and longs ...
to live their desires with ...
and this position ...
that i desire and adore ...
to have with you ...
every time that we meet ...
at every night ...
into our crazy bedstead ...
while we ready both ...
to get our love ...
by hearts and souls ...
and a crazy madly minds ...
to do our lovely positions ...
that we love and seek for ...
what i desire for ...
desire your body all ...
with ever part ...
desire to make you ...
crazy i am ...
with great ever position ...
that created only by lovers ...
and only for lovers ...
to take us both ...
to another world ...
while we tasting ...
and smelling one to the other ...
by the great making ...
which it called ...
sixty-nine position ...
the position ...
that i ever love ...
yes ...
sweet angel mine ...
come let' s feel ...
what we are in ...
hazem al ...
Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 1:07 AM UTC
you are paying attention to this,
that is true,
a fact to you. If
you choose to play this game, this
riddle,
knock-knock joke
life mission, imagine mission is message,
earn or take as granted,
all that's set before you, whatever's sold,
grace is on the table.
Who would ever walk away, without
thinking, what if I take this chance, take this
grace as given, free,
what if what I give comes back to me,
gen
gen gentle generous generation in
grave reality,
sharp pointed, piercing reality as needle
needs thread,
this needs be said, I know,
my mission is to stitch, just, in time,
a tear
torn from your soul that splashed in my past,
so I sent this ahead,
to wait for you.
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 3:19 PM UTC
Probability isn’t the luck it deserves for wanting desperately to be noticed by any appeals. Generating new focuses never thought possible. If so… Who is the recipient? Who is the lawmaker? Who being the justice department? Goods to making essential markers on productive velocities. Justification is outweighed by department alone. Growing ever scarcer without benefiting attitudes in place. Conjecturing solvent pleasures across many fields. Fields of accessory dependents ensuring a collective term is agreeable. Except, what if probability is outweighed not by something further from its own attitude? What if it can’t benefit itself? In question, becoming misshaped, mispronounced, or misinterpreted. Depending on who’s right, or who’s wrong shouldn’t matter until claims are assured. Propagating across the many fields of accessory dependents. Dependents outweighing the logic one is misshaped by. Demonstrating probabilities mispronouncing sense of terms for oneself. Wrapping up in a crumbled conjecture. Propagating a newer field of already surveyed products. Truth is in the stream that propagates those fields. Accessory moments dependent on gaining tension through the rise of the recipient. That’s the only way probability will ever learn. Hence why it shuts down if it ever involved itself. Itself without its own recipient. Its own justice department. Lawmaker without any dependent ideas would ever appeal to its own logical making, if it’s never dependent on itself. Only flashing the accessory dependent on other influences. Influences going way down the line of certainties without pleasure. Urges relapse. Furthering its own clustered rut! One without mistakes diverging deeper into uncertainties. Taking risks isn’t noticeable. When probability taking risks enough to (blush) down the line of certainties without an aim involved. Scattering their rut from within. But how does it involve probability? It doesn’t. Probability is the representation of how one constant judge itself for pleasure. When pleasurable actions are dependent with a blank impression never sought out. To focused on probability. When probability isn’t fruitful by its own design either. Only way it works. Never looking back in itself. A reflection of tempted attitudes fluttering in a swift, but rigid wind. Wind never tempted by its own sway. If one is to admit what they aren’t even aware of changing. Another shutdown happens! Justifications for probabilities own reckoning depends on other solvents. Solvents who don’t even understand the probabilities of there own life makings. Able to learn what is dependent onto others. Never within themselves directing their starry performance. What happens when things are finally noticeable within probabilities that will exceed probable actions of the force that dictates fates majority complexes? Complexes without variety. Varieties misshaped by mishappenings of trust. Which includes a basic awareness of some factor never hesitating to judge within the core of being itself. A view fate designs in its weapon of probability very well. What is fate up to…? Never can guess when probability shuts down all appliances out of contact with no one but itself left in the dark. Probability is. Everything has just become disowned. Fate exchanging glances with itself for one last second, before rapping up this little diverse expression. Pinpointing its weapon of probability without knowing why that is? Hinting at fate not being the only recipient to follow in its weapons obstructed desires.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
How clean is clean
when the cleaning began
from the floor of a sunken ship?
Barnacles grace the walls in the place
of family, or a familiar face.
When filth is a given, and given
in projection to the overtly empathetic
as a matter of course, why implore?
Because you don't implore,
you explore as an entity
reaching for a meaning.
The question becomes,
do you fight, or do you invite
the coming cessation?
Even with a gun, and a view to ****
the power the bullet affords
would surely fail to thrill you.
The best charlatans paint your hands red,
as you're sleeping in bed, preemptively.
Let the liars lie, let the builders connive.
Uninterrupted access to their own confines.
To Narcissus, the cool nod is colder than the knife.
Let the liars lie, let the builders connive.
When the company you keep requires the sacrifice
of your authenticity and your reality, just leave.
It'll never get good. It'll never get great.
It'll never be worth the investment.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 8:29 PM UTC
Ambiguity and indecision
Allows room for
You and I.
When I write you and
I
The emphasis is put on me.
I am put in isolation
To exaggerate that I am isolated.
When I write
You and I
The exaggeration is that we are separate from the text,
Thus one entity amidst the rest of the paper.
The reader,
When reading aloud,
Puts an emphasis on
You then I.
You are brought to the foreground immediately
And I follow right after.
You, thus I.
Here a relationship is formed
And is seen clearly between
You and I
And
You and
I.
Similarly you and I
Achieves a similar sentiment
But suggests a different context.
I am looking afar at you
But the position of distance is still maintained.
It is, therefore,
Subtlety that gives meaning
To simple gestures.
The establishment of position between
You and I
Then must depend on subtleties as well.
Ambiguity gives room to grow
But a name
Can only stifle it.
When should things be taken literally
When part of poetry
Is to write in exaggerations.
I don’t know how to talk to you
I and you.
You and I.
Therefore I will take your word for it
And stop there.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
Although I can't change the words you said
I can change their position in my head
What once was
'Your sparkle becomes a shadow in her brilliant light'
Will become
'Her sparkle becomes a shadow in your brilliant light'
If soothing the pain of his dull blades takes believing in those lies that shift the truth
Then so be it
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
Its not the words we say,
Nor is it the words we write
That tear our heartstrings,
That make us ache
Its the order they appear,
The time it takes them to disappear
From our minds,
From our lives
'I will never love her the way I love you'
Contains the same words it takes to become
'I will never love you the way I love her'
The same words,
The same definitions
In different positions,
With different intentions
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
No matter how bad your situation may seem,
bear in mind that there's someone in
a worse position that you are.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC
Panic when pin-pointing.
Pathetic when trying.
Painful pleasure.
Passively flipping the page.
Packing the past.
Passed out from the last.
Painting it fast.
Put the panther back.
Probably paraphrasing this.
Preparing the premises.
Perfect in any position.
Please be consistent.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
“How is my work?”, she asked
If graded, 5/10.
You passed.
Happy, she was.
“But there is more to go”, later I added.
“Is there more than to pass?”, voice of innocence.
A way long.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
*I once was able to run
nine miles a day,
now all those miles
seem so far away.
I am like a tree,
I am rooted where I stand
I am twisted up in unforgiving knots.
I know you think you understand,
but the truth is you don't
because you can move
and use your hands.
I am stuck twisted and contorted
in ways you could never understand.
My back is bent and rusted,
my knees creak and pop,
like an old car,
but I ran out of oil for my joints
now there stuck in odd positions.
You can only imagine.
I hurt, my pain burns to the bone,
grinding hard on my every move.
I can't move like you,
I twitch and ****
I shake and stutter,
my mind is full of painful clutter.
Dystonia since 1981,
I was born with a twitch, ****
and a stuttering switch with every move I make.
My nickname is Mizztwitch.*
© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 12:34 AM UTC
The action... a stance
Or is it a sequence...
As in
the ordered number of
Events
Or movements
Or things
That follow each other...
Patterns, repetitions
Within one, or each,
Other.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
I have brought to you your question
Brought to you direction
Listen,
It's not a competition
Don't petition
Resist them
What's your position
Your mind fruition
You list it
Twist it
Missed it.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
*Vera's quietude was
her highest weapon.
At least she thought
she was living a life.
A stubborn, meak slave
of her suppressed needs.
Sacrificing her dignity,
and denying ignorance;
she drank up wrathed
amaranthine liquid in one
long sip from the exquisite
crystal chalice. Dreaming
about her gentle femininity
to flourish again. For sure
there will rise one special
bright morning for her. She
walked through the effervescent
garden surrounding their vaccation
villa. Love's true reciprocity vaguely
reminisced and echoed within this
little woman's romantic soul. She
became a shadow of her self,
hating the marble empty halls, lonely
pages in vintage volumes at night,
lying crowds, smiling as statues
stare; without emotions, numb
and notably beautiful. People.*
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
*Talentless with no position (Goon)
Talentless with position (Doom)
Talented with no position (Doom)
Talented with position (Boom)
Valuable is the caliber of a designee
Designation in itself is incompetent
Talented can exalt the lowest position
With talentless authority bears the brunt*
Bharti
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
People look away
it is easier to find fault in me
than to hold him accountable.
His position wins for him respect
despite his actions of disrespect.
He is assumed to be:
blameless, holy, good;
compassionate, caring, together;
but he is also human.
In his humanity is the capacity
to do harm, to hurt others.
And he has hurt me.
I do not blame him
though he is responsible.
I offer forgiveness instead,
because that's who I am.
Ironic: my virtue sets him free.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 7:28 PM UTC
She had it all now its all gone
she thought she had no other option but she was wrong
The thoughts piled in her head she could not go back
she started to pressure her thoughts until she cracked
She thought she was a burden too difficult to bear
all she wanted to do was for it all to be adhere
So many death questions floating in her head
she wanted to get it over and done with and be dead
She observed all her previous tries
all she did was but fall to the ground and cry
The thought of doing it properly finely caved in
she thought what she was doing was really but finally brave
She held the knife tight to her neck and the sharp blade to her wrists
she left the reasons of why she couldn't take it on a morbid long list
She slashed her throat with the knife
and in just one split second she was removed from life
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
When Ebola’s fever begins to rage,
The prognosis isn’t nice,
Monoclonal antibodies
are needed from three mice.
The mice must first become exposed
to a weakened viral strain.
Their antibodies harvested
and combined with those of man.
Strangely the proteins that we need
are grown best in a ****
A modified tobacco plant
will do the job indeed.
The serum, that derives from plants,
had not had human trials.
(but eight of ten young chimpanzees
endorse what’s in that vial.)
Our missionaries, sick unto death
were clearly in no position
to refuse to try the medicine
that might provide remission.
Their rebound was miraculous.
To Atlanta now they fly.
Man finds himself in debt to a mouse.
“Good job, little guy!”
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 8:44 AM UTC