#velocity
{ A convergence of Aldous Huxley and Robert Heinlein,
where waiting for Godot was traditionally done.}
Transmissive functionality fixed rate
to find words for any mindstate
words to physiologize and reify a wish
to be touched back, felt reaching
through the laminated plane flat re-
ality of thought,
through the space betwixt
us, me and you, in the meandering stream
feeling it's way toward the storied yesterdays,
minding many material reasons, whys for how,
whens for now,
then for earlier or later, waiting is time…
at terminal velocity.
Waiting is.
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Grok is a technical term, you know.
Time is a technical term, too.
When all things worked together, once,
then fell apart
to form mere fanciful guessings,
informative immaterial instructions
for users, musing using local particle facts.
at terminal velocity eventually, we fall
with the evening smoothing
into airless, fretless
soothing irrelevance,
empty states without perspective ups or downs.
Post haste waste reclamation, I'd say it all again, if it gets to here.
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 11:48 AM UTC
My rock bottom
A bottomless pit
Terminal velocity reached
Left waiting for the floor to hit
All I can recall is the fall
I ready myself for the reality bit
Until I reach bottom
I can't pick myself up from it
©2024
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 4:14 PM UTC
Know that I know
Failure is unstoppable
The situation is never unlosable
Trust me,
I'm already the biggest loser you know
How did I get over here?
Where do I go from there?
I don't know
How deep can shallow go?
That's probably something you should know
Terminal velocity, terminal illness, hospitality's critical
There's only so fast shit'll flow
Don't you worry though
I'll find the lowest low
Thee frequency is what's incredible
Watch me make the possible impossible
The predictable shockingly unpredictable
Knowing is half the battle
A cartoon told me so
Still waiting for it to help slow the fall though
©2024
May 17, 2024
May 17, 2024 at 6:58 PM UTC
Every lil student knows
Velocity is relative
It takes two to compose
And means nothing on ones own
Vanishes without a trace
There's no fast and no slow
When drifting in space
But gravity pulls us closer
And lonely bodies move to others
Lets them know velocity
Mirrored in their passing brothers
And **** if that's not me
And why I slip people like Ali
I don't want to let those mirrors
Reveal painful truths about me
I don't blame them for it either
It's not their fault that mine are there
But I see them in their eyes
And alone they disappear
Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 8:30 PM UTC
The kinetic energy
contained in this resting pencil
will soon be let out
in accelerated shouts and whispers
and the odd word of wisdom.
Just wait.
You'll see.
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 4:32 PM UTC
My neon-hearted one,
vibrating throbs shining through
the soul-soaked night. It
is an endless ride
on this forlorn, pebble-skinned
autobahn; I still
can feel you out there.
Your heartstrings are like distant,
radio waves; such
beautiful white noise
attached to the senses of
mine anchoring me
into a godspeed
velocity just to safe
and sound; here and now reach you.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC
If
my velocity is negative on
paper, am I going the wrong
direction? If I am accelerating in the
opposite direction of my destination, (if
I slow down I mean), is it good
or bad?
How about when a train is positively speeding at a high
velocity towards
me accelerating positively
in my direction Do
I run?
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
Last November I said Time Is Dumb
and you said it sounded poetic and
remembering this made me sick to my stomach
because last November you didn’t wear a watch,
the tick of a clock didn’t sound like a dripping faucet
and each turn of a calendar wasn’t an alarm without a snooze.
We had all of us in front of us for the taking
but we threw ourselves into the wind
which took you to warm arms and me to cool kitchen and bathroom floors
and this started the clocks, which haven’t stopped.
I used to count back to everyday in our demise
and when you asked if I still count I said of course
but a second after I realized I don’t
because it doesn’t matter how many days are behind us
or how many are in front of us
because velocity measures distance over time,
it measures the rate at which an object changes it’s position
and as the seasons have changed so have we.
We meet in spring and fell in fall,
went on wandering winter walks as snow lightly fell,
in spring we sprung our clocks ahead to meet our end
summer was sliced in separation and sadness,
fall was truth and clocks so fast they broke
winter will be wagering within ourselves
I don’t know what spring will bring besides swimming in distance
and in thoughts of what to do with our time.
There are all these clichés about love and timing
but what if you were not suppose to be
my first love, we both had lessons to learn
you needed to flesh out that surface love and
I needed to rebuild walls before inviting you in.
Times isn’t dumb, we are foolish for letting it control us
but we may have learned this a year too late
for we’ve had our distance and we’ve had our time
and they’ve canceled each other out to create now
and it may be all we have.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
I’m obsessed
with counting.
Even the 47 steps
to my English class.
When that became
boring I created a way
to document, not
time, but distance.
And 47 turned to 54.
681 days since I
cut 11 inches
off my hair.
359 days since he
said Keep in touch
when the last
thing I wanted
to do was touch him.
319 days since she
didn’t text back and
then 294 days later
moved 1,731 miles
away and by now I
wouldn’t even know
where to send a letter.
One day
I decided to get
another haircut,
but I no longer bother
to know the measurements
of the pieces that
are only going to be
swept away.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
*///
After a long time from its origin,
the river has bend into two ways
it has intersected by a *******
on a meandering belt,
created an angel between two lives
One has moved toward the right,
a narrow uneven sway,
that tributary stream has flown on fight
as if it one will be die within a short way
Another, that I have traveled
the straight stream,
a simplest form of life with a distinct velocity
may be at the sea where it will be settled
but that little one has made my curiosity
Yet, I see that one
how it has gone
i think about its trend
and feel how it will be end
A boat is waiting along with the *******
i don’t know,
why do it wait and whom for!
and where, it will go!
all sorts of thing I feel when I have stood on my toe
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen*
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC