"compositional" poems
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my diet of ideas
is without carbs
that convert to saccharine;
a life filed by the pauses of milky hot coffee sips,
these are the protein compositional periods,
in my otherwise,
stuttering life
when they come to me,
these escapades of poems~moments
'tis the only nutrition this man needs
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 7:25 AM UTC
an eastern mystic
peddling medicine in the west
pouring holistic healing over sun-soaked lips with every word
magic
fare-faced grinning boy with the same broken heart...
i wanna fix it
with little calloused hands
and miles of fading blacktop dressed in laughter
deliberate steps
forging a trail straight to the stars
built of mead compositional notebooks
and sentences tied together by hand
a literary fingerprint on a freshly cleaned pane of glass
stardust prophet
moon-beam traveler...
translate the fault lines into tangible fact
fill my flask with daylight dreams
let's split a glass of imagery and toast to roads yet to be traveled
you are lightning
ripping through the sky at the speed of light
as you tap-dance your way through tall tales
of cowboys
and of hit men
and of strangers faces painted familiar by the dark
they say that time repeats itself
like an unintelligent little girl babbling in the mirror
only so many moments pass
until you're destined to hear the same futile points
for the forth or fifth
or sixth time
...i've never been like "them"
i say time removes itself from the equation completely
when hearts skip beats to the same rhythmic pattern
of line breaks and voices rising behind a stale microphone
on a dimly lit stage
never fool yourself into believing
that you were getting what you deserved
when forced to taste the dirt
you are meant to feast on sky
and sky alone will grow you wings
never settle on a good thing when the stars themselves wish you the best
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 4:25 PM UTC
Incompossible
<>
not mutually possible:
INCONSISTENT, INCOMPATIBLE
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inconsistent, yes,
incompatible, never
*we have lived and loved
each other since
a singular moment
in grade school
profound!
(what a perfect compositional word!)
friendship, intuitively embraced,
circumstances dictated an
on/off interspersed
coexistence decades in length,
a hit or miss geographical
distancing,
thst technology overcame
with no evaporative loss
of
sensational connectivity
across great times and
greater distances
we trialed and
errored our landlines,
for a time,
we lived together,
then nearby,
with other spouses, who knew
and tolerated, our exceptional
to the rules of coexistences,
we were closer than close,
the space between us was of wafer size, nearly invisible to the naked eyes of others, but unchanging
as much as it was unique and
uncharted
periods of absence of years measurable
and the first conversation
began exactly where the long ago prior had ceased
never fully accepted,
surely not ever
fully
tolerated + understood,
we stumbled upon a word,
incompossible
that captured the
drama, the hopefulness,
the hopelessness of
our separated conjoining
as a summary perfect
of us
a true tale,
a novel of pro-found
loss and gain
that cannot be be told
or totaled,
a sum of summary,
an unavowed marriage of
souls with no legality,
and yet
by its very in-completed nature,
it was perfected by it's very unending undefinable defiance
of definition:
we made the
incompossible,
possible,
the incompatible,
patible,
unfounded by circumstances,
unbounded in our intuition,
we yet live in a hopeful
state of unfulfilled totality of*
almost fufillment
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 2:23 PM UTC
Let go of the stress man I was deeply depressed so famish in fact I needed to rest. I found a link between the inner deity and myself. Owning specialization doesn't require special explanation this information is my interpretation The poetical series of compositional arrangement cavemen cave in to this statement. Nowadays it's all about the "catch phrase" I'm dis-infatuated with writers they sound so foolish and basic. Thread by thread sitting at the table to make this. Simple sensations are fragile so how will they battle? Just like nature surrounded by the unnatural. The light brightens more and more your muscles tight and sore lobotomize the audience with my origin. My metaphoric euphoria.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
Towers above flattened below
Flames lick ebony carapace
interlocking geometry
Electric blue static
crawling across piezoelectric photosynthetic membrane
sleep food water are not needs
Limbs extending shifting
Testing tasting chemical ingredients
Molecular compositional analysis
Instantly wirelessly facelessly mechanically organically claytronically nanomechanically
Solid as a rock
Light as air
Harder than diamond
Softer than fur
Integrate
Disintegrate
See atoms and distant stars with naked eye unfurled across a cosmos laid bare by
Sponsored spectrum systems
weaponized unwoundable willpower
Invisible elastic lightning bolts
Careening onto blistered skies
Of a forseen absolute zero future
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
Love Letters to & between Men
are composition easy, the components, blunt edged,
declarations of affection, without affectation
verses but not stanzas, are all that required,
homer direct, no fanciful piping, no trimming needed
your strength, character, manly wistfulness,
gives me leave to grasp your shoulders all about
no feverish whispers, no cloaked hush, delicately interfering,
only an “I love you man,” a simple declarative compositional
firmly pronounced, eye to eye, hand to shoulder embraces,
acknowledged with crinkly eyed smile, met with a summarizing
“me too.”
2/12/2020
2:25am
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 2:30 AM UTC