"centralized" poems
I sipped my wine at the dinner table.
"Honey, please pass me the salt."
I looked up to see her staring back at me,
her eyes glistening in the candle light that burned ablaze.
The joy consuming the fire in her soul,
driving her with lustful intentions of passion and excitement.
I ate my meal at the dinner table,
"Honey, please pour me some wine."
I removed the cork with a 'pop' sound,
that echoed in the quiet room space.
Looking over at her now,
her voluptuous lips chapped from dehydration.
I handed her a glass of wine and watched as she took a sip.
Her lips dampened now,
a burgundy color stained upon her lips;
I could almost taste her sweet kisses from hither
as she teased me with a smirk of pleasure.
I devoured my dessert at the dinner table.
"Honey, please bring me some pudding."
I put down my spoon and reached for the bowl placed
in the center of the table that divided her and I.
I extended my hand to reach for the spoon,
but she stood up quite slowly and leisurely made her way round the dining room table;
her left hand index finger lightly caressing the table-top
as she walked around to meet me.
I found her to be standing right on-top of me.
My mind racing.
My heart palpitating.
She grabbed me by my inner thigh and massaged my neck
seductively,
moving in closer her eyes centralized my lips,
her body prepelling its way towards my cornered space.
She bites her lip and thrusts inwards on me now,
Oh darling, whisper sweet things into my ear drums now.
*** She said, spoken so gently.
"Alright", I said.
but before I left,
I sipped my wine at the dinner table.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
Rapid Eye Movements
cruise down the Autobahn,
driving dreams of soldiers
slaying the Beast in the East:
seeds hidden in the cuff links
that return home for the victory parade.
The victory parade of the new millennium
is a mirage: desert sand creeps
through the streets of Basra;
spray painted slogans of “Aryan Nation”
are left behind on pock-marked walls.
High level terror alerts
scroll across the Fear o' Dome,
breeding paranoid glances
from commercial-class passengers
while they fly above fenced camps
where centralized secret service agents
watch the unloading of another train.
"Son, do you forget the sacrifices?
Have you lost all your respect?
Okay, it’s possible that the Feds
were influenced by the Purebreds—
a minor repercussion
of maintaining our national security.
It isn’t even about racial purity—
you are all mixed now, anyway.
Whether female, black, jew, or gay,
we must unite together as a nation;
raise its flag with pride,
and fight against a common enemy!
This enemy is trying to disintegrate
the cornerstone of our free society!
Son, can you not see! Not see-notsee-notsea-notsi-notzi-natzi-nazi-natzi-notzi-notsi-notsea-notsee-not see!"
_____
—cold sweat.
I awaken to remnants of nightmarish images
sifting through my mind:
flocks of carnivorous sheep
with invisible shepherds.
The dream had felt real—
solid, like flesh-out reality.
I rush out of bed,
just to make sure.
From my bedroom window,
I see the neighbour’s Iron Eagle weathervane
goose-stepping towards the west.
A lawnmower growls in the background.
Everything appears normal here
on the corner of 4th Reichstag Blvd.
2016 Neu Berlin Remix, July 13th, 2016
(original version was written on March 29th, 2010)
Apr 1, 2010
Apr 1, 2010 at 6:14 PM UTC
They say something is truly computerized
yes or no? yes or no ?
which one? which one?
BETTER throw a dice if you wanna know
but no
it is a BIG YES of course!
that’s what they should be saying - truly
THEY.
WE -
however -
we don’t have a proof
that it truly is so
and we never may have
and actually we don’t even need to spend our time to find out
if they are right or wrong
It is more important to understand why we discuss this matter here now
and we can explain the reasons in two basic steps:
1- believe not and do not become a blind believer -
to whoever - to whatever- no matter who - no matter what -
there is no one who can tell you the truth
but you -
you may not need to like it all - but
that’s always for a good reason -
if you make it good
2- understand what is of essence now - thus - the thing- maybe a poem- maybe a result of a competition - maybe this - maybe that -
why that specific thing comes to my/your attention now
So
it does not matter
if it is computerized or not -
what matters is
I see it and it communicates with me
and with my senses
and is at my attention
it manifests itself to me here now where I truly am
does not matter how it manifests - but it matters that it manifests
and the answer to why
is by my experience creating an action -
Only what I can neutrally and non-judgmentally witness I can purely experience -
and purity
has surpassed frights
and purity
has no addictions
and purity
does not swing from moon to sun
but remains centralized-
and purity
needs no temporary replacement that serves to escape from one pain- discomfort to another
but purity is ultimate self - is itself by itself
therefore what is presented to me here now is not other than what my consciousness is manifesting as -
it is not a test -because we have passed all the tests -
there is no teacher other than the self-
it is such that we are moving on -
on a path of knowing of our own true nature
And now
that ‘s why!
that’s why!
There is a dove
in love with me
comes to see me daily
and listens to my songs
it ain’t matter if it’s not the same dove
although I know it is
not because it looks alike
but because I know it is
and still it ain’t matter
if it’s not the same dove
because there is a dove
in love with me
comes to see me daily
and listens to my songs
adoringly
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
Atom and Eve
a basic unit of matter
it's more than magic up your sleeve
and out of all this gobbledy-goop
you wind up with the beautiful Eve
a dense centralized nucleus
surrounded by clouds of negative charge
shake them in a brown paper bag
and you come up with more than Curious George
stirred up protons and neutrons
except for the rascal hydrogen-1
chemical elements and Isotopes
but the beauty of you is what makes it fun
yes Eve was the Queen of all mothers
at least according to what we know
but was it the atoms of Adam's rib
or much more to this magnificent show
it seems the more that we understand
the more confused we become I believe
our world of constant amazement
much deeper than atom and Eve
Gomer LePoet...
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 8:54 AM UTC
Main road marked on all sides
By small shops
Vendors sell bananas
Banks are centralized and closed
No corporate vulture multinationals
Except the one I chose
To make a living representing
My empire’s softest power plays
The spending, buying, mass consuming,
Wifi access money maze
The neoliberal colonizing
Culture shocking tidal waves
Still ebbing in the rolling hills
And crashing in the daily pills
The vivid dreams dissolve and fade
Digesting final three square meals
And learning what it means to be
A self-sufficient person
Goods and services exchanged
At rates that make my head spin
Topsy turvy circuses
New temples to the excess gods
Converting them as we decline
To little more than human lives
Devaluing as dollar signs
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
Romantic wise man, starry-eyed traveler,
Quick with your heart
And words that trail a thought’s whisper
As a shadow’s lost ripples soften with journey,
The centralized passion blossoms in memory.
And the world will know that Love
To have the entire world spark ranks of leaves
In the universe that exists between Lovers.
One road examine, one pair exploring
With sun rays imminent,
To behold a lifetime in one bright glance,
Pregnant light in a fertile flourish of green population
Where cities stretch like lovers’ sleep
And princes’ reigns cascade from sleepy, drooping yawns.
An entire life, A flash of worlds
Experience flightily in a traveler’s sigh,
Who exhaled down cliffs and heights of Lover’s bonds,
And stared down the glare of
That other universe
In the briefest clash between Lovers’ eyes.
Sep 23, 2011
Sep 23, 2011 at 11:50 PM UTC
A problem with fiat centralized money
Is that monetary accounts can be frozen
Censoring people or nations who refuse
To follow the narrative of those in control
Monetary officials who decide who can use
Money and who is not allowed to use money
Because of their beliefs or ideas or support
Therefore
Because people hold varying beliefs in life
Let’s use a money that can’t be frozen at all
Because this money remains private property
Money that can be held and used by those
On opposite sides of any issue or decision
A bearer asset that is censorship resistant
This money exists - the solution is Bitcoin
Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 11:02 AM UTC
I said goodbye
she helplessly cried
full of me
for the first time
Teardrops of
the other
by the other
Not to impress
or annoy
the canvas
of the truth of I
remained untouched
but
this uttermost cry was
maybe a cheek warming
Silent expression just
in the conscious presence
of both
embraced by both
Goodbye to this roof that welcomed
our dreams…
Goodbye to this roof that
accommodated our flows
cries
highs
ties
pies
spies
allies skies
I s
Eyes
Aiaiai s ….
All of her dramatized stories
that agonize
are
to be capsized
to emphasize -
harmonize -
energize
so that
I s
are re centralized
re authorized
along the curly hum
For the game!
like the newborn tree
growing inside of me now
of
Me ?
me again?!?
but
I need not much of these anymore
and such are all things
that gave breath to us :
the in/sentient
courageously left behind
for a cry that bore generations
and such is her’s now
A means
that helped me grow
towards this no thing thing
and You
You ?
But you…
…?
An immortalized posture of a shoulder shrug!
Nothing more
and nothing less
You - as love apart
but still with me
by each one of my shoulder shrugs
like the nameless sage of shoulder shrugs
In the western ‘who cares’ style….
We are so good at that!
So …
so ?
Be proud just!
to be commemorated as such
I will Never
pick a wildflower again
to place in my beloved vase
I did it only twice
Shamefully
Watching the truth die
Instantaneously
and no we do not like duality
But there will NOT be a third time
for such sad action
You have my word on that
I walk now alone
content with a song
of a bird welcoming
my accord
Carrying your light
in my heart
Plainness is my courage
I know you now
Your love rains
beads of truth
shaping words
of peace
that I read
incessantly
as us
knowing my duty
I go
go now
Taking nothing
Needing nothing
Leaving all
Things and
Insightful of
no things
I am you
With you
Listening
Just
to these
final
immaculate
droplets
of hers
before she willingly dies
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC
Seigniorage refers to the profits
A government earns by creating and
Issuing new currency for a nation, but
The seigniorage benefits those in power
Who receive the new money first via the
Cantillon effect. Specifically, the Federal
Reserve, the US Treasury, & large banks
Therefore
In order to foster more equality in finance
We can move to a decentralized currency
In the Bitcoin network the profits earned
From creating new bitcoin are given out
To those who work maintaining and
Securing the network, rather than to
Any centralized person or group
Apr 29, 2023
Apr 29, 2023 at 10:55 AM UTC
Gold is not easily portable due
To gold’s weight and risk of theft
The paper currency originally built
On top of gold can be moved faster
And digital money even more quickly
Yet is controlled and limited through
Centralized entities that limit transfers
Therefore
We need a money that is lightweight
And easily transported anywhere at
Very low cost, AND has no controls
Or censorship - truly open to people
Everywhere in the world - a money
Very hard to steal, but easy to send
Bitcoin is supremely portable money
Sep 9, 2023
Sep 9, 2023 at 9:19 AM UTC
Approaching Station,
Exit to left,
Passes please,
Discounted and undiscovered,
Are the tracks still broken?
Hand loosing it's grip,
As the content contentment,
Starts to rise,
Dreamers can't have dreams,
When passed oot,
Trying to shake,
Tattooed faces,
Security let's it go,
When glasses cant stop staring,
An angel with Diamondback wings,
Trying her best to keep it all together,
While puting on shoes,
That aren't on her feet,
Rushing to the other car she saves another soul,
Central ave,
Centralized humility with mangled humanity,
He's alive,
But rarely living,
Loved,
But wondering where it is,
Art district and,
**** I've listened to this song too many times,
Poetry on rails,
******** railed by poetry,
Glasses terrified by realness,
They all deserve better,
Would they know what to do with it?
Exit to left,
The angel let's her sister go,
The door closes,
She checks,
The rail only has so many stops,
It's quiet,
The significance of the moment,
Discovered then discarded,
She's asleep.
He's not waking up,
She leaves,
Approaching station.
1st ave,
Passes please.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC
Glaring at one person and one only
He silently tells of his secrets, those of his creator
A message bound to draw me in; us in
A centralized herald installed at a dreary post
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
You can find me in my room
My refuge in a home
I have lived in for too long
Eating my bowl of hamhock soup with beans
Recording Churchill's speeches on my iphone
What a good man he was
We must stand up to evil
Stand up to those who threaten liberal democracies
But in America today
Our greatest enemy lies within, not without
Our own government not holding fast
To the principles upon which it was founded
False illusions that this economic situation
Is under control
Like bailouts,stimulus packages, jobs bills,
Regulation in industry, unconstitutional power grabs,
Dismissal of historical laws, changes in the legislative process
And changes in checks and balaces of power
We have a false sense of security
Big government is hurting us
Not helping us
TSA pat downs
NSA privacy intrusions
Destabilazation
Over arching centralized government model
Begins to take control
A New World Order
Is what they have planned
No more national sovereignty
I'm not going to the FEMA camp
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
Centralized power proves antithetical
To your freedom - it’s quite pathetical
They ask us to be more ascetical
And let them rule - it’s quite heretical
Collectivism fails! Not hypothetical
Property and Liberty - quite synthetical
I’ll stand for freedom and wax poetical
It makes the message more aesthetical
Nov 29, 2023
Nov 29, 2023 at 9:33 AM UTC
The chain that binds me,
Binds me to a black leather chair,
Tortures me with views of the outside,
Tortures me with centralized air.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
You can find me in my room
My refuge in a home
I have lived in for too long
Eating my bowl of hamhock soup with beans
Recording Churchill's speeches on my iphone
What a good man he was
We must stand up to evil
Stand up to those who threaten liberal democracies
But in America today
Our greatest enemy lies within, not without
Our own government not holding fast
To the principles upon which it was founded
False illusions that this economic situation
Is under control
Like bailouts,stimulus packages, jobs bills,
Regulation in industry, unconstitutional power grabs,
Dismissal of historical laws, changes in the legislative process
And changes in checks and balaces of power
We have a false sense of security
Big government is hurting us
Not helping us
TSA pat downs
NSA privacy intrusions
Destabilazation
Over arching centralized government model
Begins to take control
A New World Order
Is what they have planned
No more national sovereignty
I'm not going to the FEMA camp
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
i just wanna take a moment to take off my disguise so you can look into my eyes and see inside my mind. tell me what you see. i bet it was a surprise. i bet you saw hidden cries and things that i’ve denied. there’s a thousand tears welled up my eyes but i’ll never show you, i’ll just let my feelings continue to fly to place that’s s•cked my heart dry. i must advise against it but if you wanna act like spies, go ahead, undo the ties i’ve put in place to keep you from the “prize”. i’m impossible to analyze. let me emphasize, i’m not something to be centralized, at the end of this all you can say is “at least i tried”. everything you see inside, please don’t try and memorize. i don’t want my thoughts supervised, they’re hard enough to verbalize...so hard i feel immobilized. perhaps this is a silent cry; i’ll let you decide.
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 10:01 PM UTC
Centralized coffers, a tempting sight,
Gold, fiat, digits, held with great might.
A stroke of a pen, a server’s command,
And fortunes are seized, across the land.
The state’s hungry hand, or a thief’s intent,
And our wealth is now gone, to our lament.
Therefore
We need a refuge, a secure & digital keep,
Where our private keys allow us to sleep.
A bearer asset, secured by code & math,
An immutable ledger, and a secure path.
No single point fails, no central control,
Bitcoin is a fortress, to keep you whole.
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 9:27 AM UTC
The leftovers are laying on the plate,
it’s almost Half past eight.
The Fork and knife knightley laid,
on the tablecloth casting a shade.
On the plate there has been left a trace,
of the food from a chinese take out place.
Beneath the table a red stiletto heel,
that is probably all he can feel.
Slowly raising the glass of wine,
it’s a die and dine.
Glairying on the silver reflection,
how about he is shown a little affection.
The black hair in his eyes.
He is a human so centralized.
But once he loses focus on what is happening,
he will feel his whole life blackening.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
You can find me in my room
My refuge in a home
I have lived in for too long
Eating my bowl of hamhock soup with beans
Recording Churchill's speeches on my iphone
What a good man he was
We must stand up to evil
Stand up to those who threaten liberal democracies
But in America today
Our greatest enemy lies within, not without
Our own government not holding fast
To the principles upon which it was founded
False illusions that this economic situation
Is under control
Like bailouts,stimulus packages, jobs bills,
Regulation in industry, unconstitutional power grabs,
Dismissal of historical laws, changes in the legislative process
And changes in checks and balaces of power
We have a false sense of security
Big government is hurting us
Not helping us
TSA pat downs
NSA privacy intrusions
Destabilazation
Over arching centralized government model
Begins to take control
A New World Order
Is what they have planned
No more national sovereignty
I'm not going to the FEMA camp
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
The history of fiat
Is chock full of breaches
Of centralized power
That pushes and reaches
Debasing our money
The looters and leeches
Gaslighting people
With Keynesian speeches
Where is our money
In fractional banks?
They lend out in bubbles
And give us no thanks
Restricting our freedoms
With raw overreaches
Yes, the history of fiat
Is brimming with breaches
But now we have freedom
From theft and abuse
A better money in Bitcoin
And the power to choose
Oct 30, 2023
Oct 30, 2023 at 11:47 AM UTC
Often when you’re looking
For a meaning to be sought
You can explain a thing
By describing what it’s not
Bitcoin does NOT
Require permission to use
Allow an increase in supply rate
Discriminate in any way
Enable freezing of accounts
Care who is using it
Hide what’s happening on chain
Control what you do with money
Lead to centralized power
Favor the financially privileged
So in your Bitcoin learning
Don’t get all distraught
You can see its massive value
By knowing what it’s not
Sep 7, 2022
Sep 7, 2022 at 11:35 AM UTC
This is the springtime of your life. Don't let it go to waste. Enjoy it.
/
Does that mean do crazy?
Does that mean do whatever I want?
Does that mean take advantage of
My independence till it's gone?
Does it mean drink a lot?
Does it mean do drugs?
Does it mean charm women,
Seeking approval, chasing hugs?
Does it mean being lazy?
Should I chill and lay back
Until I work hard a couple decades,
Die later from heart attack?
Does it mean act reckless?
Is it yolo swag **** everything else?
Form a youthful reckless checklist
Do what I want, never help?
Should I follow my heart,
Even if it's a lustful disaster?
People who have the most fun,
Are they now my masters?
Do I follow them?
Do I go out and party?
Is it safe?
Should I black out every other night? Hardly.
Is it do what I think is best?
Is that really fun?
Grades and help for everyone else,
Continuing from where I'd begun.
Is it autopilot?
Is that what I keep maintaining?
Do I ask a ton of questions?
My intellect, always straining?
Does that count?
Does that make it count?
If I overthink everything,
Can my happiness reach an amount
Where I look back, look down
Sit upon a couch
And say, **** that was fun
Time to retire and sell out
To the American Adult dream
Slowly crawling to the grave
At least I had fun then,
At least by memories, I'm saved.
I caved, I lost it,
I'm not a normal college kid.
I'm on a ride, on my mind,
In my life, but listen,
It's a blast, it *****
All of the wasted contemplating
But it beats blacking out,
Complaining, rebelling, and hating.
Here I am, patient
Looking forward to dating.
Self-centered, prideful,
Centralized around mating.
And it's cool, not bad,
I'll still grow up and look back,
"This is the springtime of your life.
Do what you want, no going back."
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
my weeks go by slowly
my days seemingly centralized in one place
i don't feel like getting up
but i don't wanna stay asleep for much longer
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC