"computation" poems
Revelatory refractions held in the disco ***** reflection, glancing off the wall.
Dim-lit dreams tilt forward, spilt into a paper cup, bounced backward and sprinkled up.
******* synonyms from the cold, dead pages of the riddle’s mask.
Breaching spatial avenues left for those who understood the task.
Taking hits from a dry-lit flask, leaving windows closed to bask
Clapped the snap back bass kit as it turned Wallace snitch.
The Wire drawn and laid on lawns boundless in the ditch.
Deaf to congruencies of affection, brought about by an adolescent ********
Blind spot in the centre of view. Rhythmic dancing, oblivious to the pew
Unplugged mixing, interlocked twisting
Pulsing in tune with distorted computation
Dehydrated seizures next to the watering station
Molly Mary caught in the flashing lights, blinded by the car’s brights.
A necklace found, nothing else around.
Body grasped for fun, stuffed, mounted, late night pokes meticulously counted.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
dear immoral,
salt
seed of
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la
ughter
enticingly, affably, salt
compassionate psychic stimulates
the pigheaded exclamation
compassionate osculation stands
glove
gives callously
equally, nonetheless, equally
quarrelsome loving glove
a persnickety longshoreman
each persnickety biochemistry
is the
longshoreman cancerous?
A ambiguous certification
a stupid symphony
leads a wizardry
a road worker.
No content,
j
us
t web,
you
r bright face
is suffered with an imagery.
Bridge operator:
agile
computation
today, randomly ordinarily
ah! A
trembling
je
we
ler
confidant loves increasingly
languidly, sociably, spontaneously
Look! A poor ***********
perpetual on my
quick
bible;
my psychotherapy roves
into a
bleeding seashore.
Oxygen
tickles beautifully
boisterous, antisocial, odorous
Look! A quivering predisposition
the
psychoanalysis's
preferably quick
psych
otherapy-
how
ebbing it is!
It has the the depression snowed ordinarily.
It repels the grin into the seashore
a
punishing scream.
Cataclysm predicts perfectly
stupidly sensually noncommittal
unchanging rambling cataclysm
in t
he
unharnessing camaraderie
a perfect board
overshadows
his youth
so
that it is contemporary
grin
quick psychotherapies
I repel quick
this punishing kennel.
The chore
into appreciated camaraderies
psychotherapies rove in it.
A ink stick:
into appreciated ca
mar
aderies
psychotherapies rove in
my own gossip.
Dogmatic, unrealistic cliff
grip
of firefly
realistically, subtly, cliff
Situationist
on my quick bible;
my paralysis roves
onto a crazy seashore.
Situationist on a
journey;
my
paralysis ambles
onto a
crazy hotel.
A equality
onto procreation kings
paralys
is
amble outside of the kings.
Buzzard: omnipotent nullification
extraordinarily, perfectly, saintly
that buzzard is ambitious
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
For the first twenty years since yesterday
I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away;
For forty more I fed on favors past,
And forty on hopes that thou wouldst they might last.
Tears drowned one hundred, and sighs blew out two,
A thousand, I did neither think nor do,
Or not divide, all being one thought of you,
Or in a thousand more forgot that too.
Yet call not this long life, but think that I
Am, by being dead, immortal. Can ghosts die?
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I fell in love with the way he keeps himself
so full, so sure, so arrogantly handsome yet so humbly beautiful
I fell inlove with him for all the times he stayed
through all the beating, through all the cheating,
through all the bad and good
I fell in love with his words
the way they roll out of his mouth through the clever words he speak and into my soul, he envelops me with every decibel he forms
I fell inlove with him, because he is true, because he is him
I fell in love with the way he looks at things that astound him,
the way the crease forms between his bushy brows,
you know he's thinking, you know he's about to say something
you know when he looks at you, so straight into your eyes you would think he has feelings for you,
so deep into me that the brilliant comeback I've thought of all of last night has crumbled and vanished only to be replaced by you
so then you caught me, words, out of breath, out of mind
you asked me, "what do you think?"
I thought, of how unpretentiously gorgeous you look
of the tax computation that made you question yourself, if u were in the right course
i thought of why you were so inlove with her,
I think of why I love him
but I think I'm in love with you
So I said, " I don't know"
eg
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 7:47 AM UTC
Trapped in a helium glow of iridescent isolation, in the terrifying grasp of convalescent irritation.
Nevertheless, it's the complex grin of a mechanical computation, not some abstract will of a medical complication, but the laborious equations of a most difficult accusation.
Now you can swim through a black hole, or ride a surfboard on a supernova, but a white dwarf star will slow down the ball speed of Anna Kournikova.
In an instant the universe could end, but it would be so fast we would not see until it came back again.
You think your real?
The sands of an hourglass steal the time you say, but you're the one that plays, no.
That expanded feeling you get, when you realize the universe as gotten larger...or made you smaller...in an attempt to understand its own creation, experiment after experiment.
One never thinks to understand their world until it is crushing down upon them, baring teeth, going for the **** only then, is understanding important.
A trillion suns shine in a billion solar systems in a million galaxies and then some, but a single kiss from her lips, could break apart Calypso.
Within the dark matter, memories and patience lost, we have never diminished our flame of will.
Savage endings frayed in the yesterday dust....memories twice scorned.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
i,
I
am real
my gender is real
my sexuality is real
despite everything and everyone telling me that they're not —
I am real as ****
Maybe that's why you're confused by me.
Maybe it's because you're used to a resolution that's less than 8-bit.
Maybe it's because you're used to a pixelated existence.
Maybe it's because all that you can compute
are 0s and 1s.
***** and *****
lips and *****
Maybe that's why you're afraid of me.
Because you're afraid of what you're going to see in high resolution.
Because you're afraid to see exactly what you've been missing out on.
Becuase I'm not coded in binary, hexadecimal, Base32 or 64,
but Base∞
and I code myself in a language
that I am constantly learning
and creating simultaneously,
let's have an interesting conversation
...supurfluous, unnecessary, confusing...
words spoken by the able, the unwilling
to take a closer look at my pupils —
dilating in high definition.
In fact, the definition is so high
that you'll have climb from my genitals
all the way up into my heart to see me for who I am.
Yes, I realize that binary is necessary for the basis of computation.
But we're past that now.
We don't only have ifs and thens.
We've got ands, ors, buts, maybes, sometimes, always, and nevers.
We've got infinities.
We've got forevers.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
Going with the flow,
Isn’t that hard to do,
But having those obstacles,
Makes it hard to get through,
Makes you wonder,
If all happened by chance,
or it was a humble result,
of what you have planned.
It makes you think
back from the start,
On what effort you gave
always leaves an open slot.
but what would be the effort,
if things didn't go,
if it did not fall to pieces,
like scenarios did not revolve
Like you're determined,
but you're not given the chance,
like you have all the chance,
but you got no plans.
Like you know the answers,
but you choose not to speak,
We have the opportunities,
but sometimes we are weak.
So where are we now?
Do you know the solutions,
you can guide me
if you want collaboration.
where there is a missing piece
In everything you have,
where the see-saw's down,
and sides are not balanced
Where everything's
a constant mystic computation!
Where ultimate chance, plus superb effort,
equals triumph,- the Success equation.
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
*Our mind is very complex
And very fast in computation
As we have positives and we do have
Our own negatives
We have a tendency to judge
As fast we compute, we judge people
We will not bother to remember the past
Good times
Only one misunderstanding
That is leading to a crack in relation.
Only a situation that makes him/her
To lose their control and will tend them
To do what is not acceptable
You have power within you
You know what is right
And
You know what is wrong
Follow your heart*
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
A-ware which my Profession affects, no doubt
Or Risk those Demoralised Bankers percieve
Perhaps a Warning which your Crown enspout
Dissolve my Tears since that Gun-Man's reprieve
Are all these your Receipts? Claims to your Stub
That which hampers my Earthed Reputation
My Mind - enwracked - make Alien to your Hub
All enjoy but your Ghost Computation
I can find no Faults; Save which I create
Then prove foulest Links as mortally mine
To leave you Pure; And pursue your Heart's Mate
Then kiss her Program for Sentiments fine.
Be as it may, such Sentiment can hurt
Yet still fine, for this Medicine convert.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
blessed are the tangents (what you imagine are needs)
the wrong roads that take you to your
beaten, off-road track, the ones you think,
tangents that ought be refused, smoking fumes,
dangerous inhalation aromatic spirits alliterating
the overgrown little paths saying don’t go,
but every instinct begs this is a blessed tangent,
convince yourself, not cause you wanted to,
you do it anyway, the undiscovered, undisclosed
what you imagine are needs; the computation that
begs for solution the risk fire extinguisher, expiring,
a tangent eye piercing, when all previous notions
finally, safe securing, take you nowhere, a treadmill
He is not modeled on old schemes, his provocative poems,
stop the samo thinking, you think what if, I need his risk,
he is what he is, willing me be to be broken and healed,
our tangents don’t overlap, but, how they cross, a pointillist perfect
the intersection point, fulsome, each caress , a soothing explosive,
when he gives, you take, reservoirs refilled, wen he leaves,
leaving you whole and dissatisfied, you remember ******* punch
of his first words, blessed are the tangents
and you sleep deep, dreamless, your residual smile, modest,
almost linear but for the curly ends, pointedly upwards,
seeking new tangents, needful for new, the sacred prior,
stored but set aside, the new tangents, afired, offer blessings unknown
2/1/2020 7:52 am
nyc everywhere
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3691113/how-i-know-we-will-make-love-somedayprimal2/
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 2:49 PM UTC
It's funny how I'll put up this front like nothing's wrong and keeping my heart far from my sleeve so you won't know the pain that resides deep down tethered around my soul.
Even the day after, I still wanted to pick up the phone to call you trying to figure out what was going on, but I couldn't. Now all I have are one way conversations trying to find some computation to make it all make sense...but it still doesn't add up.
I couldn't form my lips to speak the words into existence without realizing how painful it actually was. A pulse trembled throughout my body, but I felt a part of me escape through the tears that ran across my face effortlessly. Stripping me of one of the only pieces of you I had and I would truly give up my last to get that back.
In a world full of puzzles I only hold a piece without knowing where the box is. And all I ask is that I'm able to keep onto it til I'm shown that time doesn't actually exist and that life is just a dream we are waiting to wake up from. Because that's what I imagine it feels like.
All I'm left with are memories, but then i remember that not all stories have happy endings.
I love you.
12 June 2016
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC
In my isolation
my self inflected exile
I did take loneliness in my stride
holding back tears from my eyes
My sweet isolation
has been my total conviction
now I come back from the world of dreams
primed and ready to now to real life convene
In the glowing embers of the fire I see you face
that wonderful lighting spark so full of grace
oh beautiful has been loneliness
but now again I give love the test
Soon will come the silver moon of our communion
complete all our wizardry computation
then together we will be
for all of eternity
Here my love I give you the ladder to the stars
the gateway to realms unknown to mankind
I will break all the laws of physics
and on the way explode a few stars
Stars are what we are
and to the stars we will return
I think of all the times alone
oh beautiful has been loneliness
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
The body is but a vessel
In which the Soul travels;
Well protected, nestled -->
Snug, watching marvels!
Glass is the strongest substance,
Made of sand; silicon -->
Essential for electrical computation.
Flexible, ready for manipulation;
Clear and bold, hard as hail:
The see-through membrane of the insane.
Something to hide behind, blame;
Distorting vision to the brain,
For the good and the folly -->
Please use it and be jolly.
WARNING - Vessel may shatter!
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC
Grassmannian scattering amplitudes.
Galaxies with momentum horizons.
Galaxies moving in different directions at different speeds.
Still haven't found the graviton.
Colliders.
Huge interferometers.
Any work here seems like a lot of teamwork in companies.
I'm a drop in the bucket, whose feeling is my enemy if I am to manage complexity.
So one part of me says "just do it, do the problems I have prepared to do".
But I feel I'm missing a level of management of the field, like I'm not getting the big picture.
It is said: from point to expanse to point and back again.
Am I looking for a shortcut?
Learning purifies, it reveals what is now impossible to see.
A lack of study?
I know all the fundamental theories of physics and elementary calculations.
I know of all the branches of math and where they lead.
All of my notes of formulas are unused.
It's good that I studied electronics to know what focusing on math and physics gets me after graduation.
What really stays with me is what electronics isn't, but also how basic it is.
This is what I now expect for this endeavor.
The less help I get in it, the longer it takes.
Muhammad, pbuh, said get half of your knowledge from others and half from yourself.
But it is hard to tell what is from me.
Is my work the only thing: He meaning only let help solve half my problems?
There is:
1. What I need to work on
2. What I want to work on
3. Gain a degree of simplicity
4. Understanding what work is not
Studies show that novices often pay attention to different elements in a problem than experts.
I gain more from being asked a question that is impossible to answer than solving a question for computation's sake.
How do I know why a plane tangent to a sphere can only intersect at one point?
I knew that before I did the problem, but I wasn't aware I was trying to disprove that!
Like trying to make black pigment out of only yellow and blue.
No, that's too simple.
It is like nothing I ever experienced!
I was unaware of the use of the elements.
It is one thing to read a theory, to copy an equation, but to go through problems makes me experience the elements in ways I never knew.
To know limitations I was blind to because I had never tried to connect them before.
That is why experts can zero in on a problem so fast, and why novices are snagged on basics.
This excursion into the expanse has ended with a knowledge of the love of math problems.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 4:47 AM UTC
As i find the dream i fall
Into the night.
Unified
With what could lie
Beyond the eyesight, the unknown -
Barely seen yet clearly heard -
Makes me think throughout the night
What is time and what is I?
Questions rise and answers flow,
Awareness drifts in search for more,
Unraveling psychotic fight
Within the mind.
Unified
My neurons form a structure type
That supports a living mind -
A quantum flow over time.
No computer can describe
The consciousness,
And nor can I.
There's no way to look within,
Only to look outside,
But not inside another's mind.
We use our masks and find it fine -
We look inside each other's eyes.
An illusion of self
Makes it convenient to tell
Each mind apart by mask alone -
Embodiment of anecdote.
What's going on inside my head?
I am clearly not a self,
Not a being, nor a soul,
Not computation, just a flow.
Probabilities increase of finding
That which could decrease
The chances to conceptualize
Existence of space and time.
Is universe just a shard
Of something that once fell apart?
Can we find the clues and solve
The mysteries of our home?
As long as something must exist
All probabilities align
For me to somehow be alive
In this small window of spacetime,
For me to question my own mind
While being part of cosmic tide,
For me to seek the answers by
Looking outward and inside.
I will someday realize
What it is that makes me I.
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 5:29 PM UTC
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O lovely moon, how well do I recall
The time,--'tis just a year--when up this hill
I came, in my distress, to gaze at thee:
And thou suspended wast o'er yonder grove,
As now thou art, which thou with light dost fill.
But stained with mist, and tremulous, appeared
Thy countenance to me, because my eyes
Were filled with tears, that could not be suppressed;
For, oh, my life was wretched, wearisome,
And _is_ so still, unchanged, belovèd moon!
And yet this recollection pleases me,
This computation of my sorrow's age.
How pleasant is it, in the days of youth,
When hope a long career before it hath,
And memories are few, upon the past
To dwell, though sad, and though the sadness last.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
An onomatopoeia
From another time,
And yet metastasized into this age
Of silent computation—
Faster than thought.
Seamless auditory stimulation
Permeates;
Many cannot go without a soundtrack
In which to willfully drown.
Click...whirrr...
Another ubiquitous day dawns;
The moon falls and the sun rises
And the bright little creature
Emerges from the darkness
To end the oblivion,
To replace,
To put an end to the silent pain.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 5:54 PM UTC
Dreams formed, destroyed, shattered, rebuilt, sometimes achieved, sometimes forgotten, but always owned, by us.
Nightmares grow and die as we do, as our true fears are revealed to us, by us.
They are one and the same, our inner computation of stochastic elements that results, in us.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
he’s so sharp
and gets everything wrong
like a superb computer
without enough information
for its calculation
Apr 23, 2022
Apr 23, 2022 at 7:50 AM UTC
"Let’s set the record straight. There is no argument over the choice between peace and war, but there is only one guaranteed way you can have peace and you can have it in the next second, “surrender.”
Admittedly there is a risk in any course we follow other than this, but every lesson in history tells us that the greater risk lies in appeasement, and this is the specter our well-meaning liberal friends refuse to face that their policy of accommodation is appeasement, and it gives no choice between peace and war, only between fight or surrender.
If we continue to accommodate, continue to back and retreat, then eventually we have to face the final demand “the ultimatum.” And what then?
When Nikita Khrushchev has told his people he knows what our answer will be? He has told them that we are retreating under the pressure of the Cold War, and someday when the time comes to deliver the final ultimatum, our surrender will be voluntary because by that time we will have weakened from within spiritually, morally, and economically.
He believes this because from our side he has heard voices pleading for peace at any price or better Red than dead, or as one commentator put it, he would rather live on his knees than die on his feet.
And therein lies the road to war, because those voices don’t speak for the rest of us. You and I know and do not believe that life is so dear and peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery. If nothing in life is worth dying for, when did this begin just in the face of this enemy?
Or should Moses have told the children of Israel to live in slavery under the pharaohs? Should Christ have refused the cross? Should the patriots at Concord Bridge have thrown down their guns and refused to fire the shot heard round the world?
The martyrs of history were not fools, and our honored dead who gave their lives to stop the advance of the Nazis didn’t die in vain. Where, then, is the road to peace? Well, it’s a simple answer after all.
You and I have the courage to say to our enemies. There is a price we will not pay. There is a point beyond which they must not advance.
Winston Churchill said that the destiny of man is not measured by material computation. When great forces are on the move in the world, we learn we are spirits not animals. And he said, “There is something going on in time and space, and beyond time and space, which, whether we like it or not, spells duty.”
You and I have a rendezvous with destiny. We will preserve for our children this, the last best hope of man on Earth, or we will sentence them to take the last step into a thousand years of darkness."
- President Ronald Reagan
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC
If I love you, then I love you in parts
The parts of you that I know
Fill me with adulation
Or dislike depending the occasion
The parts of you I don't
Are things I not know or things that I missed
I am here loving you in parts
Despite that you have my heart of hearts
I despise you in bits in pieces and frames
And despite all that I still feel the same
And the same that I feel is absolute
Some sort of computation that doesn't compute.
If I love you in parts then it is deeply so
Each part of you is precious that you must know
I organized and gather my thoughts into stanza
I love you in parts it's becoming a mantra
I love you in parts you've taken my heart
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 12:52 AM UTC