#supply
unsure, uncertain,
of the laws invested
in the realms and reams
of poetry ingested,
am i addict,
or supplier,
retail consumer
or
wholesale supplier,
a mom & pop candy store,
or a metastasizing intelligence
that takes any thing, and all,
a solitary letter,
an instance of a sighting,
a gasping palpitation
and reformats it into
a hehe literary madhatter^ piece
you supply, I demand,
I supply, boy oh boy,
do I ever, but you never,
come to me directly asking,
write me a poem, thick or thin,
witty fitty or an overly looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong
e~pistle (a/k/a e~pistol)
yet the trade goes on and om,
the marketplace never closes,
except when periodically the
gatewaykeeper is slow to pay his bills,
and the trading centres are global scattered,
young entrepreneurs try to sell a single
piece, as if it was breaking news history,
and tired old men, review their lived,
eager to memorialize, so it's ok to forget,
in retro!spect perspective,
the mirror who cannot lie,
states affirmatively, you are
both ****** and dealer,
a corporation scientific
of ancient biblical origins,
a psalmist, a deacon,
a lyricist, but thankfully
not a singer,
an essayist who writes best
when ****** by tawny port wine,
who snatches inspiration with
equality of equity,
(wait! that's wrong,
the equity of equality,)
where he can
find, ***** city streets, the deaths
of heroes, the sunrise calm miracle
he drinks in daily, by rivers, by seas,
by estuaries brackish, and streams
of watered purity, the riveting bays,
the individualized glisten deflected
into my eyes, that each
contains one pure blessing within…. nml
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
The world has a problem,
Hope is running out,
And love is in short supply.
So lets start a charity,
Giving out free hope,
And all kinds of love.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 7:59 PM UTC
~ for the grandson of an extraordinary man~
<>
the supply chain, which unless
you’re a logistics aficionado,
is
alot of ve-hicles, planes,
trains, ocean going monster ships,
& shaking hands of humans, of a
Heinz variety of colors,
who give nary a moment to what
it is they are moving across a planet
all miraculous in the ordinary
schema, but when you slump
in the recliner, and think about
chains, and the reach extraordinary
you issue a curse of admiration and
lean back and think, with luck,
I’ll never have to move ever again,
and more moment’s preserved,
to serve and be served,
for all us deserving,
to let words and visions get
passed around, and the supply
***chain unchains
the human soul for
the best thing us you~mans can truly
produce,
the art of new creation***
4:07am
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 4:12 AM UTC
Funds are low
Food is low
Prices are
High everywhere
we go
Gas is on High
So, is the Supply
Products on Low
It makes you wanna cry
Products on Demand
This makes No sense
Were trying to make a Dolllar out of Fifteen cents
We're Dealing with Struggles Everyday
We some po folks
Lord please make a way!
We're Dealing with the Struggle
For, things have gotten Tight
We're Dealing with the Strain
Lord Please make it Right
Rent is on High
Utilities on High
Everything thing today
has gone sky high
These Struggles are Real
All we could do is Try
LORD PLEASE TAKE THE WHEEL!!!
While these Days go by!!
B.R
Date: 10/23/2022
Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 6:49 PM UTC
Hi there,
I'm Jeremy's insecurity
Perhaps you've heard of me
If you're ever lookin'
For ammunition
To use against him,
Just talk to me
I'll divulge everything willingly
I won't even charge a fee
I'd be happy to supply it all for free
You can even call toll-free
Just dial 1-800-555-6663
And ask for me specifically
©2024
Jun 6, 2024
Jun 6, 2024 at 5:15 PM UTC
A short quiz for you
Check all that are true
Expand your view
Of this novel breakthrough
Bitcoin is?
A neutral system of value transfer for humanity
The most secure financial computer network
A money based on energy that can’t be counterfeited
The most reliable monetary system yet discovered
A protocol like TCP/IP that can be built upon
Making isolated power sources useful and valuable
Allowing people to think and plan long term
The first truly sound money with a known supply
A censorship resistant medium of exchange
Hope for those living in authoritarian regimes
A transparent ledger for clarity and accountability
All of the above
Sep 9, 2022
Sep 9, 2022 at 11:41 AM UTC
poems are cheap they say, the supply exceeds the demand,
*all are product of criminal mischief, and Lord, I know,
I’m one of the most thieving, most mischiefing ones
when no one was about, I scribbled many notes,
transplanted from my eyes, for a bottled voyage
to fallow beaches for sandy seeding
no matter IF these poems are from your womb ripped,
****** red concoctions of life’s cute cutting edge inscriptions,
no one cares re your titanic love’s labors, your children’s betrayal
no one cares from whence and wherefore they birthed,
all words, low class and progeny, not prodigy, of demeaning circumstances, best tossed back without much foolish hesitation
writ with pen tip of broken green glass from a parking lot,
the point I broke once more before my commencement,
inked from a wicked witch’s melted green spittle pooling alongside
poets of no way, falsely prophesying falsehoods most singularly bad,
waste not-want not, time better spent than reading rhymes of stolen disrepute and cloudy ownership and ignoble authorship
unless you among a blessed few, who see a full blown poem in glassine clarity, birthed fully formed Elton songs in a mouth full of amniotic fund, you, put down thy laboring eleven instruments
if words you claim of new parentage, you as the mother dear,
know there is nothing new under the sun, even these very words,
scripted by Israelite king whose tomb gone, he, too, poet forgotten
join me in a needle park of junkies who tried and failed, nickel bag
smoking budget dope words, in cigarettes of mostly discarded seeds and twigs, hallucinatory inhaling the same vision again & again
you refuse, naturally, glamming in notional newness, your arrogance, a plentiful commodity of wood-be writers by thousands buried in wooden caskets, under wooden inscription-less crosses
and of the trillion readers possible, to coloring picture books and instant grams, all have gone to the labor-free glancing look-see
of a seconds-short, lengthy meme, 10 second videos, 140 limitations
of the greatest, of Shakespeare and Coleridge, reader’s fast-dying, sunburned neurons reply; “free ***** of his Love’s Labour’s Lost, and the Ancient Mariner, overdue, free him too!”
ancients mock you aware that there be no verbal combination yet to foretell, what Lear said, that’s the the idea, “When we are born, we cry, that we are come to this great stage of fools.”^
fools we are, for there be no fore, the tale already told, once before & more, vaingloriously does this poet’s false vanity speak, so, so boisterously,*
“why my tale, why my tail, is as new as the oldest fossil”
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
check in at the library, my card scanned,
per the terms of my sentencing agreement
to the poetry shelves dispatched.
row after row, book after book,
all blank awaiting my affections,
all demanding my sensei sensations,
seeking a creme filling of honorations,
words of all shape, roots and origins,
the occasional new combination
some, never heard before, timelessly awaiting expulsion
from the birth-vocal canal where comes origination,
but for me, death by enforced creativity,
that’s what the judgers desired,
a punishment that fits the crime
*my misdeed record unsealed, intended for
world envisioning, the ego audacity to imagine
I could write a single good poem,
thus the punishment fits the crime*
may1 9:19am ‘19
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 11:47 AM UTC
10 to 5, Job
Of a prediction game
Investment,
Always a half way to goal
Uncertain market
Let’s bet over Green and Red
A thin balance,
Tracking ups and downs
With a colour change,
Every complexion turns, dull or bright
A calculated ****** expression
Almost ready to express
With some losses, some gains.
Rumors airs,
A political unrest,
Sign of regressing opaque sense
Digital formulas,
Almost rests in vain
There is,
Tug of war, between
Supply and demand
A growling Bears Vs.
A grunting Bulls.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
an office
trove packed
plentiful travels
today with
a fast
clip their
pens and
refills on
swivels for
a techie
to browse
afternoons for
ergonomiety and
nearby as
a wayfarer
needs a
coffee break
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
Dabble baby,
I'm your supply,
You'll never know a guy who will get you
Quite this high.
Smoke Me,
Drink me,
Snort me too.
Slip me onto your tongue,
Under the sun,
You'll trip, it's true.
The longer you use me
The more you'll see
No one's abused the supply
Quite like me
I'm dead and cold and dark and blue
I've sold my soul for a fix you know it's true
So now nothing makes me happier
Then poisoning your mind,
Don't stay in my life too long baby
I'm just a fix, you'll find
For all the broken things inside you
You know you'll never fix
I'm just the duck tape
To stop you loosing your mind
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC