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‘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.
This is an edited, expanded, expounded, confounded, reverberation of Linguistic Illusions to Probable Solutions written months back.
tinhearts Jul 2018
Why do people lie
Don’t they know that they breed
Like fleas mingled with dustmites in the crevasses of your mind
Lies are like gnats always flying in eyes impairing the souls creed

Once one is told another has to coincide
Gathering facts to cover up one from another
Losing control of the minds ability to see right
Sooner or later stuck in quicksand sinking to recover

The least said the better
That way you never get caught in a debate if he said she said
Always examine your words before you utter
Keeping them to a minimum is safe indeed
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2018
If those free verses
With anyone’s life

Let them
Enjoy the ride
Or change their way

My apology
I will not
Change my words
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Coincidence is not an excuse, the words liberate how it need to be, finding it's way. Understanding of yours, I don't have control over. Enjoy the reading.
Life’s too short, and so am I
I’m vertically deprived
I’m king of self denial
And I’m awkward when I lie

I’m hard to reach, a recluse
Who runs away to hide
Less and less curiosity
Attendance on decline  

I haven’t got a gimmick
I won’t win you any prize
Just get used to losing,
And take it all in stride

I’m not the one you’re after
We cannot coincide
There’s no need to act humble
Or be overcome with pride

I asked a real tough question
I made Mother Nature cry
The question wasn’t who or when
Not even where or why

I have a plan to resurrect my life
I’m running out of time
It’s what’s gone wrong
Since I’ve gone numb
That’s keeping me alive

No one to answer every choice
That’s too hard to decide
But if I had the choice I’d choose
On how our worlds collide
Survived until I died
Wings so I can fly
Standing at the pearly gate
Yelling, “let me in, I tried!”

Life was all consuming
Difficult to breathe
I had all that I wanted
I have all that I need

I didn’t go without
I wasn’t at all deprived
I had all of my loved ones
Always by my side

I never reached my peek
I didn’t have much drive
In a constant state of mind
Wondering, “why am I alive?”

I never found my calling
No reason I could find
A constant disappointment
Without a manual or guide

I was lost in my surroundings
When I spoke, I lied
Standing at the pearly gate
Yelling, “let me in, I tried!”

Angels with a checklist
The story of my life
Let’s skip all of the inquiries
Please let me inside

A standard to live up to
Life and death they coincide
Rules meant to be broken
It’s for you to decide

Mistakes are never overlooked
Please keep an open mind
If you let me through the gate
I promise to abide

At last the gate has opened
I take it all in stride
I’m right here where I belong
Even God knows that I tried
Your dream
And mine
They coincide
And it seems like
We're in for
A really good ride.
Your thoughts
And mine
They seem the same
And it seems like
We're in
for a real good game.
Lay your cards
On the table my friend
Play the game until the end
Place your bet
And close your eyes
This will be as good
As it gets.
I want to keep my inner child alive
The more mature I become, the faster he dies
I want to keep his wonder in my eyes
As my curiosity blurs along with time

Who he is, is getting harder to define
Losing his small hand's grip from mine
Maturation is going to make me blind
The vibrancy of my colours subsides

His childish traits are falling back inside
The outside world and him do not coincide
Hardening my heart that use to be kind
Leaving with his pieces that use to be mine

He retreats to the corners of my mind
Burying himself in memories of time
Because that is where his happiness lies
In my childhood when the world was wide

I place myself behind too many lines
Building a box using all the right signs
Growing up into expectations assigned
Resorting to a life so simplified
can’t quite believe in life after death
though God knows how I’ve tried

confessed my sins, even publicly
told the truth and have not lied

it’s the religious music that touches me
deep and strong and wide

Dylan, Springsteen, Johnny Cash
Marvin Gaye in my inside

the self so often a prison
music jailbreak pride

sometimes I’d like to fly away
to where my beloved Dead do hide

don’t know if we’ll ever meet again
a couple curiosities came coincide

but I’ve lived, loved, sinned, fought
and when they left this world how I cried.
melody Nov 2018
it’s only a matter of time
until this second collapses into the next
an unknown abyss peaks it’s way into the intricacy we all measure
it was my pleasure to bestow it on to you
my vision is captured when the light is leaking through
somedays i wish i could turn back the clock
some days i wish i could make it stop
but majority of my days i sit here in gratitude
because i never thought i’d make it this far
the world at large in my backyard
i stare at the fickle waves and sway with their motions
i realize who i’ve become i’ve grown a shell of patience thicker than the ocean
i’ve learned to cradle the unknown and coax it gently and sing it to sleep
i have everything i ever needed and i know that’s enough to feel free
i don’t know why emptiness still tugs at me
it’s temporary like the phases of the moon
so i stay hopeful and steer clear of the preconceived doom
i’ll draw my name in the sand every time i flash a smile toward the open sea
it’s always been the little
things that made my heart feel like it wants to bleed
empty your pockets and dismantle the creed
fill your eyes with all the lips which mouthed they were sorry
i’m always gonna say i’m fine because i was built to coincide
it’s only a matter of time until all that’s left is my atoms
i’m the type of star catcher nobody can seem to fathom
it’s all an illusion anyway
it only matters if you let it
Postal Leo Apr 29
I have trouble communicating, maybe because I was never told to when young, or maybe i truly have no-one to talk to. But i have so many ideas to share with you, my love, my walking dream, my last aspiration, my dying, and final breath.

Through love I have realized, that love and suicide constantly coincide.

For every time you talk of leaving, it makes my heart wrench and when you finally did, it died. Love is beautifully sickly sweet, like the last apple, at the top of the tree, that never falls through December, but just sit there to rot, and you know what they say about the bad apple, in the bunch.

So just like love, we could both make splendid pie's, if only someone had the heart to try.
Bea Feb 2
When the fat vegan says she’s a vegan no one believes her
People offer her chocolate to see if she’ll *****
Fat and vegan aren’t words that coincide
It’s like a pancake covered in hot sauce

When the fat vegan walks into the grocery store to buy some produce people think good she needs it
But fat vegan doesn’t feel fat
She likes her shirt tucked in
Sleeves short
Shorts on
The fat vegan loves apple slices and kale salad long showers and a purple lipstick.

Fat vegan eats what she likes
She feels dainty and light
Finally small
Rightfully at home in a sweatshirt
Fat vegan floats through the world as the woman she longs to resemble
But on the inside
Reality creeps back in front of her only in a side glance in a window,
A judgment from a stranger.

Fat vegan has been taught to fit in not stretch out taking up more space is selfish being loud is obnoxious living a magnificent life is too loud
But fat vegan dreams of endless love and long walks  
She finally learns what love means
Being happy on the inside defiant of the world
She knows how strong she is so she continues to float through the world
I am happy
Carter Oct 2018
You closed the door so gently
so kindly and so softly
Yet the sound was deafening
I fear I may never hear again

10 steps is all it took
You were out of my sight
I was out of your mind
yet somehow you remain in mine

I see your face when I look at mine
Knowing you created my smiles
My tears
My pain
And my lies

All I want for you is happiness
And for yours I must sacrifice mine

Will the two ever coincide?

I’m jealous of the fact you live without me
not even a thought
I wish I could do the same
But I’m stuck with me

All I can change is my name
Elizz Aug 2018
I love your eyes
I really do I don't tell you that often
If I made an honest love poem
It would be me telling you
That I wanna ****** you
With the simplicity of words and imagery
To paint the finest things that you've ever seen
Only using a flourish of an ink pen
Things that we both relate to
That we both see
I don't wanna just ****** what's in your pants
Honestly I could care less about that
I don't give a **** about it
Because love
I wanna ****** your soul
I wanna be the pied piper
That causes your laughter to dance
Through the roiling green mountain doors
Over the crooked floor
If you ever feel like you're falling
Its fine
I'm just your safety line in a roaring sea
At least I thought I was
Right now I can't really tell if you've turned into the sea
And I've turned into a helpless overboard passenger
But I know that I wanna name each and every single laugh
After a fallen star
Not the stars that sing
Prancing on the silver lined edge of a stage
The stars that tell us secrets
But only the ones who listen long enough
Patiently waiting
For knowledge to bestow their ears
That's what I wanna hear from your laugh
I wanna be dumbstruck
Simply because you smiled at me
The wind never blows against you
Or away from you
Because you
That's just how amazing you are  
That it curls and follows at your heels
That it wants to follow you
And when you snicker
Heaven collapses
And ****
**** implodes
Because the devil himself
He gets down on his knees because your snicker
Is just so holy that heaven can't exist because of it
And **** can't coincide peacefully with it
Because it'll never be able to pump out enough evil
To even conquer the pureness
Or to even hope to defeat
The wholesome goodness of that single snicker
That I out of all of the people on this planet
Have gotten you to emit
Thank you for making my frost bitten days warm again
Luiz Aug 2018
mend me
message moping

moments move
many moons
mounting minutes
morph months as

lights linger
luminous lasting
leftovers from
a life long ago...

as stars loosing the war
they struggle yet
started fighting
flashing fiercely
this fight to keep aglow

they refuse fate and
time 'til I
you to submission

change please your decision

make me your
mission statement

dividing it divides
I cannot coincide
my pain with it
eternal rain

but fight the future!
**** the future!

like me
like light
they fight the future!
**** the future!

future is not
worth further


rebel and fight!
**** the future!

like stars
like light!
fight the *****!
fight it with me!

it doesn't have to be!

illuminate this love!

I fade

© Luizsyphre
Lilywhite Sep 2018
Hold the ones who matter close..
Be sure they know, they matter most, because as the tides change, the puzzle pieces rearrange..

And it's so easy to forget what pieces connect to what part or— what even caused the initial spark that gave you the courage to paint the picture in the first **** place.

Why ignite the flame that burns so brightly behind your eyes, if you're not willing to compromise?

It's easy to blame and to remember blunder, but it's much, much harder to forgive the martyr. We live, we coincide, yet we deny the existence of inequality. We strive to live and let live, but forget the importance of strength in the structure between one another.

There is an exhilerance, or sort of ignorant bliss, in tolerance, but there's something entirely ineffable about that which accompanies the tenacity that we understand to be love.

The purposeful intent to forgive, to love beyond the depths of humanity's innate ability to err, is a feat I strive to emit in my fleeting, flicker of a lifetime. Do you not seek the same?

And as I envision the least desirable of decisions, I falter at the thought of never knowing what could have been. I will forever defend the foundation we built, with impressions, expressing the very values we defined in earlier times.

And I refuse to linger, lost inside my thoughts and allow you to berate the meanings we made, but rather, manifest the very best of visions; a place made up entirely of better decisions.
Sel Feb 23
I’m trying so hard to find the words to describe the way your brain works
We are not the same but not miles a part
The moon and the sun sometimes do coincide
The lion roars to show off his teeth but we really know who rules the fields
The problem here is not we are apart
But the fact that you can’t see how much we are alike
Mr E Oct 2018
Ethereal rift, shimmering tide
Calm as ripples dancing across the sea
A standstill beauty where we coincide
Gazing gently, comforting me.

Blanketing sparkle of speckled dust
Swirling sea foam and warming light
Cocooned bliss within complacent trust
Soothing me softly with twinkles bright.

Stepping onto glassy plains
Mirrors to my internal plight
Reflection of eternity remains
As I fade to the night.

Floating faintly I drift away
As gentle gales push ever so slight
Embracing me, my love, I cannot stay
As I fade into the night.

— The End —