#sans
The music we shared was simple
When you sang
I realized beauty
Had power and simplicity
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 9:12 AM UTC
“My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw”
Love’s Labor Lost Act V: Scene. Shakespeare
(Hosannah: an exclamation of joy, adoration )
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you force-return me to this excerpted, exceptional phrase,
recovered from a prior dialaogos tween myself & the Lord above,^
an original gift from Him to William, and now you, to us, together
though these conversations, soft but hard unyieldingly,
with each verse a play in the J'accuse game,
games theory states, we are not evenly matched,
the outcome noisy, but generally predictable
the cracked light made famous by a departed muse,
who robbed proudly from ***** passing it on to
a millennium of generations, we honor this transference, by
letting us exclaim: Hosannah!
***this silence of love is flawless
no interfering words necessary deemed,
sound without sound, no entry crack visible,
a great plain, a continental ocean, no horizon given,
this then the perfect diamond of humankind,
the glance cross a room, the grazing ********* upon a cheek,
the succinct serenity of perfect, this I grant you***
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2019
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
WARNING SPOILERS FOR UNDERTALE THE GAME!!!
A scarf of red
And a jacket blue
Are all that’s left
Of brothers two.
One was short
The other tall,
But now they’re gone.
You killed them all.
You fell below
And earned their trust
Now you’re covered
In their dust
You wanted more
DETERMINATION
So you went mass
Extermination.
How could you be
So heartless and cold?
Now this story
With sorrow is told.
The flowers all bloom
And the bird songs tell
That people like you
*S H O U L D B E B U R N I N G I N H E L L.*
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat)
When no bigger then innocuous,
** hum, happy go lucky
generic black whole
sonny and cher full pinhead size zit,
thine pluperfect promising
mysterious seat of pants whodunnit
wordlessly wise wedded
waywardness writ partly apportioned,
thru totally tubular fluted circumcised
test tossed truly valued throned
kingdom come emancipation ***********
released special ops assigned prickly role
donning spermatozoa swimsuit
owning papas hurtling
traversing repertoire,
noteworthy inherent pistol unit
flesh gun firing off biologic
gum-shun reproductive script,
within zygote, sans courtesy
squirt of flagellating
fostering nanobyte superior vicesquad
programmed fed tidbit,
stalwart sea men meted brooked shield
Dickensian gonadal mutual friend,
whence gamete extolled finesse,
(yet tubby revealed
many a chromosomal trait)
didst undergird uber reproductive
up the down staircase
reinforced by microscopic balustrade,
yielding one ova Eggland's Best soffit
rendering (unto Cesaer...)
**** like magic fusion,
whereby exiting fallopian tube
deposition met fertilization,
hence embryonic initiation
wrought wondrous ultimately vibrant blastocyst
triggered uterine settlement,
ripely channeling
tree men das transition
signaling ovulation to taper off,
yet not entirely quit
fertilization triggered secretion,
analogous quasi
pollination process, qua gossiped
biochemical romantic tidbit
activated via powerful
****** popgun "hello kitty" visit,
milky dollop hormone
exquisite in utero exposition,
human female body electric
generated chorionic gonadotrophin (hCG),
official warrant issued
drafting subsequent surfeit
secretion spured double helix spin off
flawlessly choreographed
following impregnation,
whereby molecular sized blueprints
amazingly graceful processes
promulgated propensities
prospecting proven
(survival of the fittest) atavistic properties
concentrated subatomic activity
engendered secure ankh cur,
where wick keel lee reader rabbit
burrowed within amniotic
filled sac didst outwait
nine month journey,
a real swell gambit
for mother and child,
thence bundle of joy
exited birth canal.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
when blizzards rage and howling
arctic winds did blow
profuse precipitation packed Philadelphia
til white aery mountains did over flow
meteorological heft wrought pinkish glow
polygons pin wheeled and pirouetted
landscape imprint pure as driven snow
diminution of visual acuity
accrued from two score plus nineteen birthdays
still marvel at freeze-dried raindrops
reaction toward crystalline phenomena
continues to grow
kaleidoscope of multitudinous
hydrospheric blitz krieg terrestrial show
metaphor wrapped in supreme whiteness
from singular entities high to low
mother nature imbues testament
teaches to offer self for world to know
as corporeal of flesh and blood
we forget identity among human row
subtle riddle well hidden in molecule
two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen in tow
offer quiet sermon to cherish beliefs
and personal paradigms vis a vis status quo.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
I've seen the stones;
the sphinx's heart,
the tears of the sand,
the touch of the wind,
the taste of the silence,
the plenty of the vastness
- all, though, existed
without rhyme or reason
for as the shimmering firmament itself,
you towered over me.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 4:40 AM UTC
you do not smile in portraits
because you are terrified
of your own unwavering gaze
staring
back at you;
the blemished sentiment of
happiness younger than the spark of noon diminished into an infinite pail
of abyss filled to the brim with
unforgiving despair clanking like
clumsy church bells.
you are reminded that you are
nothing but a vessel,
prevaricating questions that have etched long enough onto your skin,
emaciating the fragments
of existence that you
desperately clung onto.
you are reminded of the time a boy
whispered he loved you as if he meant it but the glaring reflection of your dismal eyes crawl on your back,
drowning the shrieks in an
ocean of happiness you cannot
indulge yourself in.
a storm of consternation submerged
from the empty hallways
of vintage photographs.
sans hope;
sans love;
sans everything.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 6:04 AM UTC
Mathematical and grammatical
eating my piece of pi
Playing theoretical
before I up, and di
Numbers that are relative
sometimes I laugh, and cri
calculating and postulating
all I can do, is tri
Opening my texts technical
the words, oh me, oh mi
dangerous as can be, my friend
using TP, that's only single pli
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 1:00 PM UTC
I loved you for who you are,
I accepted all of your flaws;
You made my heart grow flowers,
Yet, you never knew.
I was always your silent lover, and;
I'll never cease to be.
I cried your tears,
Have you ever cried for me?
Why, I haven't the slightest,
Torturing my young heart,
I have never loved anyone more than you,
On the contrary, love is unfamiliar to me.
I wish you could read this,
Though, I doubt you ever would:
You may erase me,
But I'll never let go.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
I'm at my limit.
I know I can never forgive you
No matter how much times I try
Sooner or later..
This is hard.
No...
Hard is Waking up every morning back in this hell.
Pretending everything is okay.
That as long as you have a distraction, you're happy.
Not knowing why you do, the things that you do.
And keep on doing it.
Hard is eventually feeling nothing but anguish
Hard is knowing everything you do is for nothing.
But
Knowing that my friend.
No longer exists.
Makes killing you a little bit harder
Makes killing you a little bit easier.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
Once upon a time, I knew you.
Innocent, alone, quiet, but it all seemed like
A bad case of deja vu.
You knew me once, twice, thrice...
I knew,
You have the power to make our world
Or destroy it.
Despite this, I faithfully
Maintained the only promise I've ever made.
Once upon a time I felt the sun
Kiss my face and the wild breeze
Tame my hurting soul.
But now, I only feel the present.
All I know now is the emptiness
Of having everything torn away
From you.
This emptiness you brought me--
Let me repay it
As many times as you will allow me.
Or until
We return
To once upon a time.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
and yet, to this day
i can’t find the words to describe him
he existed; from pure magic, i suppose
he just became himself, and his brother was there too
they knew each other before the world knew them;
and they never needed words to communicate
they knew they were brothers
nobody had to tell them, there would be no need
they already knew
they already knew the years of childhood they had been through together
they already knew the hardships they faced in the past
even if they weren’t real, even if those years of childhood and hardship
didn’t exist, they knew they were real to them.
yes, somehow – they knew
they knew they were to be together, through the times of the underground
the apparition of themselves just came to be one day
and so, they did
they existed, suddenly
they bonded, suddenly
and their story started there,
together.
that was their first day, together.
now this is their last.
it wouldn’t be known to them,
but it would be soon.
because he wouldn’t be there
when he returned from his duties
he wouldn’t be there
and he wouldn’t ask to do any chores
because he wouldn’t be there
and he never would be again.
no, he isn’t just late
no, he isn’t lost
he just couldn’t manage to stumble back home.
even with the strength he had
it wasn’t enough
it would never be enough against that thing’s…
determination.
no, it would never be enough
to just survive for just one more day
it wouldn’t be enough if he just barely made it out
at the very last moments, he wouldn’t be able
to say goodbye to his only brother
because until the moment he was struck with the final cast
he had no recollection of the evil deeds this creature had done
he had no knowledge of the spree for blood
this creature had desired.
this creature longed for bloodlust
but would not find any from him.
he does not bleed, but he does weaken
but weaken is not blood,
and with no blood there is no satisfaction.
so with that final blow
he was gone
and he would never return
to his brother
waiting at home
hoping he said
he loved his brother
the morning he left.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
It's quite easy, knowing I will return,
To gracefully bid adieu.
O, had you heard my lonely thoughts,
Of living one moon sans vous
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC
In your picture I saw
Thought you were looking at me
An infectious smile sans flaw
Is what I could still see
My lips widened mocking your smile
Tears rolled out of eyes too in the while
And then I realized
You are no more.
May your soul rest in peace, I pray.
If there is heaven, may you there, stay
I pray...I pray.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
*We sat in front of that computer screen
arguing whether we should type in Comic Sans or Times New Roman,
ended up in laughs
ended up decoding Webdings cussing
I typed in for you and vice versa*
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
You are in no way an angel,
And are careless in most you do,
So it don't matter anyway --
By the way, I love you.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC