"amalgamates" poems - Hello Poetry

‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway, In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay. Practicing semantic contemplation, In willfully prevenient interpolation, Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray, Forecasts in vague extrapolation Contrasts the millennial contagion Already underway, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates. An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion, Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion, The personable recluse fighting an illusion Breaking down the nuances of every institution. Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility, An opinionated adversary, to the realist without evidence, Theorizing in futility, Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community. Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified, Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified, Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide, Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide, Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified. Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity, As consequential regiments are expounded universally, To unstratify the residents indiscriminately And identify quantum elements spiritualistically, Changing collective behavior individually, Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.

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Nov 16, 2018

Nov 16, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC

Ballads-of-a-philosopher-poet

Paradoxical Tendencies

‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway, In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay. Practicing semantic contemplation, In willfully prevenient interpolation, Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray, Forecasts in vague extrapolation Contrasts the millennial contagion Already underway, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates. An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion, Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion, The personable recluse fighting an illusion Breaking down the nuances of every institution. Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility, An opinionated adversary, to the realist without evidence, Theorizing in futility, Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community. Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified, Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified, Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide, Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide, Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified. Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity, As consequential regiments are expounded universally, To unstratify the residents indiscriminately And identify quantum elements spiritualistically, Changing collective behavior individually, Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.

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In the midst of broken dreams, lies an obnoxious and hellish tragedy closes my eyes, looking void at it seems an uncompromising reality hauled me down like gravity. An alluring agony filled the depths of my soul and I gyrate in my own catastrophe. Peregrinate on the path of desperation for I only discern the world full of sorrow and temptation. Woe and tribulation torment my soul melancholy reigns without control. Vexation amalgamates with my grief but this darkness leads to no relief. Desire bawling for a release wanting not a thing but only for peace. Tried to conquer hence, turned me into a monster inside me is being slaughter I am no good, but a living disaster. Noxious gas of grieve every inhale makes me pale evilness is now the master hath no power to make it leave. In the midst of broken dreams lies a tragic yet beautiful tragedy open my eyes, the darkness beams the grip of reality pulls me like an abysmal gravity.

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Mar 17, 2017

Mar 17, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC

angelka

"A beautiful tragedy"

In the midst of broken dreams, lies an obnoxious and hellish tragedy closes my eyes, looking void at it seems an uncompromising reality hauled me down like gravity. An alluring agony filled the depths of my soul and I gyrate in my own catastrophe. Peregrinate on the path of desperation for I only discern the world full of sorrow and temptation. Woe and tribulation torment my soul melancholy reigns without control. Vexation amalgamates with my grief but this darkness leads to no relief. Desire bawling for a release wanting not a thing but only for peace. Tried to conquer hence, turned me into a monster inside me is being slaughter I am no good, but a living disaster. Noxious gas of grieve every inhale makes me pale evilness is now the master hath no power to make it leave. In the midst of broken dreams lies a tragic yet beautiful tragedy open my eyes, the darkness beams the grip of reality pulls me like an abysmal gravity.

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If I could tattoo my poetry to my skin, I would I would show them my word-riddled wrists Where the scars used to be And the prosaic verses sprawled on my neck Where I planned to loop the rope If my poems were good, I would tattoo them on my skin Sadly, all I have are a sophomoric amalgamates of odd words That make dead poets turn in their graves

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Nov 23, 2016

Nov 23, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC

the-consonance-in-dissonance

Words on skin

If I could tattoo my poetry to my skin, I would I would show them my word-riddled wrists Where the scars used to be And the prosaic verses sprawled on my neck Where I planned to loop the rope If my poems were good, I would tattoo them on my skin Sadly, all I have are a sophomoric amalgamates of odd words That make dead poets turn in their graves

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CRESENT OF SINS full and half empty bottles of beer; scattered broken glasses, deranges the cracked brown hued floor music gales from an old c.d changer inebriated guzzler mumbles in incoherent murmur denuded nubile cavorts merrily their sleek oiled frame shimmering in the fuzzy light ghoulish **** silhouette walks in fluid and sinuous manner fog like smoke chokes the room marijuana and cigarette smoke amalgamates swirling up merged into an eternal marriage heels clad trollops clatters in the room swaying their assets provocatively boozers gapes intently with hazy eyes raising their neck in unison they ogle at the lure with entranced lust two vague humanoid shapes lurks in a corner moans escaping in raspy staccato musk,booze,drugs defines this room besotted species lie on filthy squalid floor vocalizing dirge melodies lost in muddled blur dancers prances up and down crushing cans and glasses in spirited tempo yelling their lungs out as the music drown their voices and worries deep in the gist of the city irrational rants emanates from every angle sundry light floods the clear night as merry goers sip cheap and expensive liquor sloven hookers milks cash from patrons the night conceal this cresent of sins everyone is on a business the party continues the music get more stentorian ALL RIGHTS RESERVED [{chronicles of the dumb speaker}]

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Sep 11, 2015

Sep 11, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC

kelvin-mungai

cresents of sin

CRESENT OF SINS full and half empty bottles of beer; scattered broken glasses, deranges the cracked brown hued floor music gales from an old c.d changer inebriated guzzler mumbles in incoherent murmur denuded nubile cavorts merrily their sleek oiled frame shimmering in the fuzzy light ghoulish **** silhouette walks in fluid and sinuous manner fog like smoke chokes the room marijuana and cigarette smoke amalgamates swirling up merged into an eternal marriage heels clad trollops clatters in the room swaying their assets provocatively boozers gapes intently with hazy eyes raising their neck in unison they ogle at the lure with entranced lust two vague humanoid shapes lurks in a corner moans escaping in raspy staccato musk,booze,drugs defines this room besotted species lie on filthy squalid floor vocalizing dirge melodies lost in muddled blur dancers prances up and down crushing cans and glasses in spirited tempo yelling their lungs out as the music drown their voices and worries deep in the gist of the city irrational rants emanates from every angle sundry light floods the clear night as merry goers sip cheap and expensive liquor sloven hookers milks cash from patrons the night conceal this cresent of sins everyone is on a business the party continues the music get more stentorian ALL RIGHTS RESERVED [{chronicles of the dumb speaker}]

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Ruminating epoché, ‘I am…’ ‘Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay. Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay Initiatives imperative consolidation, Civilly disobedient in expedient disarray. Practicing semantic contemplation, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, Forecast in vague extrapolation, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating the linguistics of silent enclaves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. Probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, The Apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging Aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates.

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May 23, 2018

May 23, 2018 at 1:24 AM UTC

Ballads-of-a-philosopher-poet

Linguistic Illusions to Probable Solutions

Ruminating epoché, ‘I am…’ ‘Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay. Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay Initiatives imperative consolidation, Civilly disobedient in expedient disarray. Practicing semantic contemplation, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, Forecast in vague extrapolation, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating the linguistics of silent enclaves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. Probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, The Apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging Aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates.

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Ruminating epoché, ‘I am…’ ‘Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay. Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay Initiatives imperative consolidation, Civilly disobedient in expedient disarray. Practicing semantic contemplation, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, Forecast in vague extrapolation, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating the linguistics of silent enclaves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. Probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, The Apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates.

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC

joe-jr

Advanced Aporia

Ruminating epoché, ‘I am…’ ‘Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay. Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay Initiatives imperative consolidation, Civilly disobedient in expedient disarray. Practicing semantic contemplation, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, Forecast in vague extrapolation, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating the linguistics of silent enclaves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. Probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, The Apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates.

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Convergient boundaries force rock and long forgotten heat to the surface just as babes are forced from the idle disarray of thoughts of which form the womb and into the alert, calculated and controlled thoughts of which form their lives Daily we tread on what we love and hold dear All of what keeps us whole and healthy and alive stomped out and replaced with plastic and bad news We mold ourselves into disfigured amalgamates to conform to an image that we did not make We are unnatural

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Dec 4, 2018

Dec 4, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC

InsurgentGhost

Convergent

Convergient boundaries force rock and long forgotten heat to the surface just as babes are forced from the idle disarray of thoughts of which form the womb and into the alert, calculated and controlled thoughts of which form their lives Daily we tread on what we love and hold dear All of what keeps us whole and healthy and alive stomped out and replaced with plastic and bad news We mold ourselves into disfigured amalgamates to conform to an image that we did not make We are unnatural

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