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"adsorbed" poems
She whispers something to him, my name uttered under guarded breath, He disappears then returns with pills in his hand that i ought to swallow, I oblige. We spend an evening together with floating minds, And busy hands. I brought round two types of cheese for us, She had a third So we made scones, Triple cheese scones, And discussed the state of our lives. In the lounge lyric-less music spills out from a speaker, And they sit around adsorbed by the melodies. He stands and goes to the ***** One they found for fifty bucks in a second hand store. He presses a key and listens to it joining the notes already airborne. Another stands and joins him. They play along with the music, Making it up as they go, The third bangs his hands on the table, a make do drum set. We remember our baking in time, And it is not burnt when we take it from the oven. The boys leave their music and join us in eating.
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC
Evening
O Kali You hold the world In the fleeing fleeces Of your infinite Black hair You hold the the power Of control On this world For your Tongue Protruding in glory Points to the annihilated Darkness of the world You stand dramatically One foot ahead On your spouse O he is no less The mighty Shiva As her and his eyes alike Meet each other Non contact forces Working light years away Hail you and him O the Satan's head Lies chopped In your lotus palms Yet they hold controlling it With such a charm Your glorious eyes Glazing with the Kohl The adsorbed sorrow And dearth of your Devotees' lives You bless them With your lotus palms Which points but Downwards Oh this world but Is bound by gravity Oh that Satan's blood Also falls Under gravity Signifying continuity Of ones like him Being born And you Annihilating them Again and again O Devi Your rawness Is so charismatic You shelter your Devotees' Under the drapes Of your clothes The sword in your hand Dispelling all evil Let you guard and nourish as all Forevermore O Kali!
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 7:10 AM UTC
O Kali
Saturday, May 31, 2025 7:48 AM Extra terrestrial mote in a sunbeam curious particle thunk to death still jiggling Brownianly, when adsorbed on my eye “Three quarks for Muster Mork!” Kworking out Complex Adaptive Systems. In noumenon perceived, perhaps, a whisp of wish we knew, perchance… A noumenal flash, and all the ever is, was, at fundamental centrality apparently expanding until some initial torque inserts curveball science allowing bits to bang into bits and stick, or carom off in predictable ways like, as not, in theory. Then, should one think onward still, noumenal nominal notions make letters let nonsense emanate natural schemata muses index using creative compulsion classically causing an instant to cease.
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May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 4:15 PM UTC
Muster the Regiment
She adsorbed me in her secretion As I got obscured inside her mire, Whilst Hooked to flaming fire!!!
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
Hooked addict(two of the same)
Tonight I wanted to be looked at. So I did my hair washed my face lined my lips. My *** hung out my rack pushed up oh, am I making you uncomfortable? It's actually a classy jumpsuit. Am I asking for it? I asked for a gaze, but I doubt anyone actually saw me. We are too adsorbed in what everyone is thinking about us, so we don't see anyone.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
The Gaze
The past few months have been nothing but a spiral down into the bottle of self doubt, Emptying the bottle of pills, drowning out my sub-conscious until I'm in a dizzy drought. Walking through life, barley alive, each step feels like I'm carrying the world on my shoulders, Falling over out cold on the pavement, staring at the night sky, wondering how the stars keep their composure. There'll be moments that I pretend that I can walk on my own two feet, without this crutch, But who the **** am I kidding, every night my body yearns to feel the cold concrete's touch. I was born with this curse of always giving in, and then to cope, I try to poison my mind, To keep myself from searching for something that I've vowed to never find. So if you want to be there to kick me while I'm down, just take a seat by the curb, I'll be there in a few hours after the alcohol has reached my liver, poison waiting to be adsorbed. Take as many shots as you want at me, I'll be numb to the world for the night, Kick me, beat me, tear me apart because until the morning I won't be conscious to put up a fight.
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Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 8:41 AM UTC
Curb