"convolution" poems
This is not poetry
This simply spoken on earthen tombs
Or was it tomes
Or was that tunes
If it was then it wasn't
Because the past is the future and the present is but a thinned out pancake of a reality
Double bongo tulip termination
Implied with the finger-ly pleasure
Upon my love's blackened buttons
Drunkenness sensibility declining reeling sealing the post-operative convolution of Tarzan's missing breath
Target, TARGET, (target)
Reckless love leapin' side' a train-station tumor
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
for Lori, Riley and Kendrick
the questioning words jump off the page,
into two hands transforming,
words shape shifting into
multicolored ink stained fingers,
now, all a chokehold on my brain,
my throaty gasps rasping from
a simplistic convolution -
single questioning deserving an answer
what are you made of?
the obvious answers left in the slow lane,
bone, tissue, rivers and arteries of blue bloods,
just oil and fuel of a containership,
but the cargo carried, that’s the real stuff
you have insight inside that cannot be seen,
self-survival instincts that morph into morals,
our shared air affects you differently,
a sense of defending, caring,
costless and costliest simultaneously,
spaghetti strands strong sinewed intertwining,
into a better human than most
to call you hero is wrongly insufficient,
but the thesaurus lends me no substitute,
weep, I do,
as the spring and summer blushing green
will not be seen by you at all, and by me,
seen now so differently,
when thinking of
soil-born courage instinctual that has no name,
but grows only in nature
what are you made of?
we know now, but knew not well,
that thing that makes you leap first,
was all you, the entirety of the best,
that exists, existed, as reminders to us,
to mine it, wear it,
medal it upon our fabric
*you three,
breathe it back, exhale it from where ever you are,
that trace chemical odor in our atmosphere,
of life-giving sweetness, a rebirthing chlorophyll freedom
that we humans all desperately need,
even just to know it exists,
and inform us*
what we need to be made of
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
Distance traveled time spent's dynamic progressiveness, existentially transcendental's clairaudience clairvoyance. Metaphysical mystique’s evolutionally metamorphic futurity's fatidic incarnate. Due yesterday’s retrospectively retroactive. Protractive analyses' dimensional delineations. Enigma entity’s dexterously tactile acuity and coordinated agility on the identity crisis. Cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix to synaptic syntax semantics. Prospectus perplexity surreally sublime. Quagmire quandary’s poshly plush. Who am I to think I can conception of the infinite supply? Even the syntactics of eclectic synectics pale by compare to the atrociously impetuous impudence in pugnaciously audacious. Impromptu innuendo's juncture. Imagination’s immaturities are psychic clarity’s entelechy to evolutional tenants élan vital. Fiduciary principle's financially responsible fiscal policies. Mercenary mendacity's plenary plenipotentiary. Innocuous noumenal verity, mystic symbiotic’s chicanery dynamism fealties. Proximity parameter’s perimeter peripherals, vicinity victuals to vigilante villain, propinquity habitation’s harbingers of harangued. The question remains on the tribal: how can I stand next to the person I’m standing next to if I’m carrying on right through them. It’s the trajectory extant in spatiotemporal's telemetry tactician. Well graspy greedy on the stingy frugal to mingy minion and paw flaw laws claws on it. Get a glove, objectified manifest’s diminutive minutia iota’s of self-inductive interstitial extrapolation. Detinue perfective. Traveling down this obtusely overt contusion in my vehicular contrivance convection convolution. Nimbus nimiety exorcism’s aura roan to rainbow mare. Unicorn railway nails. Swarthy ******** swath swizzles on the sweaty swelter swerve to verve.
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
your gloom rubies roam the miracle, miraculous; lasting orange in the parlor of our most red wednesday... your mood blooms in the parlor of our most red Wednesday
in convolution, bathing everywhere in discrete voluptuous, nocturnal by day and dawn purged. a complete confusion of unique bliss and utter distraction,
masking the perfect lonesome of lost buttons.
to magnify the utter not so !
and not so
at all !
Mab is the Queen.
you float on black goats. fallen. small feet in fleece of midnight. star lit.
your imminence faire beyond pondering. Literally.
you are dreamt intensely.
you leave me as empty as a horn of plenty [ enigma ]
where you. And you alone; have spread
your feast.
you float on white lichen and baby's breath,
churning the waters of auguries
too lovelorn to be well met, but yet, they sustain life
at just that pitch
that forks
the road
there ! you glow in the mirk of my desire. gilded in shadows
far too fierce for the sun's darkside
there !
you abide in
nameless
wisp
your heart, Fey
and indolent.
and your
throne
cats !
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 6:56 AM UTC
They say opposites attract,
I disagree
They say there’s tons of fish in the sea
but i’ve got my eye only on one
A fish with special stripes
identical to mine.
A mind complicated enough
to understand my convolution
A heart abled to be sentimental
But i am forced to
push away my sense of affection,
For i value our friendship more than my own emotions
I hate losing people, i’ve lost many
But none i have begged from leaving
Perhaps you’ll be the first.
They say feelings are what makes up a human
But i guess i would have to ignore mine for you
just to keep you forever.
as a friend.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC
Distance traveled time spent's dynamic progressiveness, existentially transcendental's clairaudience clairvoyance. Metaphysical mystique’s evolutionally metamorphic futurity's fatidic incarnate. Due yesterday’s retrospectively retroactive. Protractive analysis' dimensional delineation. Enigma entity’s dexterously tactile acuity and coordinated agility on the identity crisis. Cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix to synaptic syntax semantics. Prospectus perplexity surreally sublime. Quagmire quandary’s poshly plush. Who am I to think I can conception of the infinite supply? Even the syntactics of eclectic synectics pale by compare to the atrociously impetuous impudence in pugnaciously audacious. Impromptu innuendo's juncture. Imagination’s immaturities are psychic clarity’s entelechy to evolutional tenants élan vital. Fiduciary principle's financially responsible fiscal policies. Mercenary mendacity's plenary plenipotentiary. Innocuous noumenal verity, mystic symbiotic’s chicanery dynamism fealties. Proximity parameter’s perimeter peripherals, vicinity victuals to vigilante villain, propinquity habitation’s harbingers of harangued. The question remains on the tribal: how can I stand next to the person I’m standing next to if I’m carrying on right through them. It’s the trajectory extant in spatiotemporal's telemetry tactician. Well graspy greedy on the stingy frugal to mingy minion and paw flaw laws claws on it. Get a glove, objectified manifest’s diminutive minutia iota’s of self-inductive interstitial extrapolation. Detinue perfective. Traveling down this obtusely overt contusion in my vehicular contrivance convection convolution. Nimbus nimiety exorcism’s aura roan to rainbow mare. Unicorn railway nails. Swarthy swastica swath swizzles on the sweaty swelter swerve to verve.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
We were born untainted like empty canvas; a bud of roses.
But as time linger we digress from our innocence and actual selves.
We were scratched and polished, from diamonds pulvarized to dirt.
The facade we kept after succumbing to society’s propriety became us,
And the true face and being what we were became lost in time.
The mirror no longer reveals us, because we metamorphosed to someone else.
Another face in society, swallowed by the world’s expectations and encumbrance.
The appropriateness of etiquette, social conformity, and worldly priorities.
Day by day, we became less of ourselves, and more like everyone else.
Converging needs and wants, we lost our personal uniqueness,
And it seems like our attempt to be different is the same as everyone’s else.
By and by, we effort for elopement to get out of the box is futile – rather impossible.
Epitome of wealth and exclusiveness; highest degree of poverty and martyrdom.
In between those of extreme pillars, everyone seems to be in between and at both sides.
The world has become more dimensional, efficient, yet ineffective.
For our sweat and blood goes out for the wrong reasons;
And we fight against one another, (thus fighting against ourselves), to become the winner.
The winners aren’t actually victorious; neither are the loser the ultimate champions.
And this is only a mere microcosm,
to signify how the multifarious constituents that the world has formed:
a composite, complex, compound conformed convolution.
Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 12:07 PM UTC
A convolution of illusions
a mirror of houses
you can touch
But you can't look
home is where the heart felt
the window of opportunity
is not as it appears
theres no door for
opportunity to knock here
Examine the picture
the landscape rocks bare
backyard is cinder blocks
jungle of concrete
gated community
black metal fences
grass ain't greener
on the other side
it's just pretending
Artificial turf
intellectual property
constructed
on top of dirt
priceless
nothings worth
Building
a million stories
No won's heard
Wild cattle famished
Tragic loses perturbed
I gather
well rather disturbed
Collective incidents
Between the cracks
Inconspicuous
You had to observe
For the eminent
Collapse may seem
Absurd
A Foundation built
Upon a house of words
Could stand and withstand
As far as we've known
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
I could remember the cycle.
I could remember the movements..
So simple yet so complex.
The series of activation protocols.
And the unknown science the brings life to them..
The Astra auras and the elemental mixtures..
The hike into the light and dark wilderness..
The other side of the other side..
The calling of shadows and reflections..
The tones of outer world..
The songs heard past the stars..
The convolution of me and my memory..
The moment I remember..
What was forgotten..
On how to combine light and darkness..
On how to Weaponize my imagination.....
Feb 25, 2022
Feb 25, 2022 at 2:42 PM UTC
Closure is hardly ever
the clean cut we desire;
it can warp in heated,
heavy air
-putrid convolution-
an apple core shrinking inside
itself (till its existence
is defined by its silent
exodus).
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
*Darkness cracked by the beam of
my halogen lamp, the glow illuminates
the emptiness within the night.*
*The blood drips from the ***** of
my fingertip, creating the shape of
a distorted rose on the dusty table.*
*The tip of my tongue stings
from the poignant taste of acrimony;
the depth of tender thoughts muted.*
*The words I desperately need remain
hidden within the convolution; speechless,
the silence wreaks havoc on my eardrums.*
*My pen is dry, the ink evaporated
from the inconsistent flow of diction;
these infatuations longing to touch the paper.*
There is nothing so, I quietly wait.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
*Rita
Sullen, sultry but delectable nevertheless
She looked at me like an adjudicator
And my confidence sank way down low
I became a blubbering idiot
Whimpering like an orphaned puppy
Theodora
Bereft of height but redeemed somewhat by her face
She looked at me like I was the answer to all her prayers
And my disdain for seekers of things personal shot through the roof
I became this despicably insensitive yuppie living only for music
And her pining heart sent her home early upon a light breeze
Maria
clear complexion with the tone of ripe yellow peaches
She walked out of a shower into the sunshine like a subject of art
When her gaze touched my doting eyes I was lost forever
And my obsession with beauty and allure was well and truly fanned
I became a frequent visitor at the altar of romantic slaughter where dreams die
Elsie
Dark, with dancing eyes and a bobbing ***** replete with femininity
Elsie tortured me with her hungry look then huffed like she was breathing her last
My infatuation with girls that treated me like a killer of their hearts began here
I desperately wanted to reciprocate her take-me-now urges under the June sky
But alas, these things were never meant to be; she was just a maid and I was on the way up
Peggy
Tall and sweet with articulate eyes and a younger sister that spoke for her
She was not one to play hard to get and declared her love like it was a blessing
She made my ego grow in leaps and bounds and had a figure like an artist's model
I was stunned by her loving openness and could have tied the knot if I could
But circumstances, as always, altered cases and we went our separte ways for good
Clementine
Succulent like the clementine, her namesake, she aired her feelings out for me to see
She had a bigger sister who treated me like I was what her sister needed in perpetuity
Clementine and I shared a secret that we kept from my besotted cousin
My love for intrigue and convolution henceforth was my driver in matters of the heart
And I grew into this heartless beau who needed to be rescued from his own folly
And today in my armchair under the leafy avocado pear tree I sit and wonder where I lost it*
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
I. nope.
II.
long-windedness verbosity
diffuseness prolixity
wordiness rambling
circuity discursiveness
redundancy tautology
tediousness verbiage
verboseness length
longevity permanence
garrulity windiness
volubility circumlocution
expansiveness babbling
periphrasis gushing
blathering protractedness
waffling lengthiness
iteration repetition
prating prattling
jabbering digressiveness
dreariness tedium
deadliness wandering
repetitiousness repetitiveness
pleonasm convolution
logorrhoea boringness
maundering superfluity
duplication tiresomeness
monotony reiteration
gabbiness informality
mouthiness diffusion
logorrhea wordage
blah-blah dryness
dullness boredom
sameness loquaciousness
talkativeness loquacity
freeness orotundity
roundaboutness breadth
gobbledegook gassiness
wittering multiloquence
perissology big mouth
gift of the gab garrulousness
staleness tallness
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
Stupid ******* idiots saying stupid ******* things.
Spit flies from flapping gums spewing up unresolved equations to unremembered problems...it all flutters about amongst other absences of thought.
Speech and wording corrosive to the ear as volume beats out the drum.
Love, or its absence, held as the sole theme for soulless thought, all as teen angst is misinterpreted as teen spirit... god it smells like ****
Talking now without any recognition of borrowed phrasing and copyrighted conclusions.
Why must they continue spouting irrelevancies to a grouping of irrelevants?
So tired now...time to quit writing in pen...need to learn to mimic, tracing poor thoughts in crayon
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
The twisting and turning, grumbling, churning, elation, desperation and more.
Reflexive minds compacting semiotics until an inevitable meaninglessness rears up in smugness.
*"There is Nothing here.
Nothing for you
Nothing Of you.
Nothing."*
The mind begins again, fumbling, stumbling, eureka-ing, ambling, grasping and more.
Reflexive minds compacting semiotics until an inevitable meaninglessness rears up in smugness.
*"There is Nothing here.
Nothing for you,
Nothing Of you,
Nothing."*
The mind will not accept, that it, in it's biological supremacy, is simultaneously, Nothing.
A joke.
Some vapid expression of consciousness.
The mind will only protect, that which it most values; Esteem.
Reverence of it's own structure.
The Marvel.
A human, student, sales-assistant, a sister...
...Something? ...Anything?...
*"There is Nothing here.
Nothing for you,
Nothing Of you,
Nothing."*
The mind is a tool, one of the most primitive.
Natural selection adding accessories like some distasteful outfit.
The mind means well.
Aching to Justify, with inelegant adjectives, it's fondness of itself.
Petrified of it's "Nothingness";
The wordlessness that conveys meaning no mind can ascribe to language.
*"There is Nothing here.
Nothing for you,
Nothing Of you,
Nothing."*
please Stop mind.
The thrashing and the squirming,
stop flexing your Precocious Verbiage.
just stop.
.
.
allow Me to quell your convolution, using your own Pig English;
you are unequivocally a Thing.
And, there IS Nothing here.
And it is NOT For you.
And it is not OF you.
//It//Is//Nothing//
you, Are a possession,
I, the possessor.
Therefore you,
My most precious of things,
Will never fathom Me.
.
*Because you are Something,
and so, you are not.*
But I am Nothing.
For, I - am.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
And rather die as a mayfly, in one day, on their feet,
Than live as long as an eagle flies, on their knees.
"...It's funny how one insect can damage so much grain...",
One instant can damage so much Grace,
Yet, abominable that only 400 years of supposed science has almost
Destroyed what it took The Evolution 15 billion years to create, the Earth's life!
Extinction is forever and no one will wear it well, the corporate structure's
Convolution need not con anyone, we let them steer our perceptions and ships.
Walking in nature's balance, giving back to her abundance, "...we(e)...",
Illimitable in potential, and indivisible as life, evince to be!
"...They don't stand a chance against our ...(heart),
No, they don't stand a chance against our love..."
If you're lifelong students, self-actuating and evolving, leaving no footprints
That followed none, they will echo forever on, in all ways, always,
Only if humanity gains the sanity to abolish the 'use' of fossil fuels,
Thereby abolishing global defacto-slavery, as well. Be well.
"...There's a beacon in the sky meant to catch your eye...",
Words weren't meant for cowards, be brave...".
The Cosmos can't stop us from basing global society on scarcity, instead of nature's abundance.
Tragically, our delusions won't be dispelled until that premeditated extermination of 7 billion.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC
i’m scared to think that one day you will be ashes
my archangel, my angsty hero
ashes cannot muster the sound of your voice
or the grace of your fingers
but perhaps you’ll bloom wild hollyhocks in summer
or join the sand that rushes against the strain of the ocean,
and maybe when my spirit touches the sky i’ll feel you
in the pink of the horizon and the faint dusting of stars at sunrise
right now you are heaving through the mess of life
and i am tripping about the convolution of myself
you are loved, you are loved, you are loved
and i guess it says a lot when i worry more about your ashes than my own dreams of death
everything falls apart but maybe in the chaos of this world we will fall apart together
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
Life, oh life. What is this life? But
A flickering ember from a flame
So brave the wind that caught the coal
To light my heart which burns untamed
Why torture a passionate soul as mine?
With convolution, betrayal, lies
Steal dreams far from these innocent eyes
Instill fear and doubts that long remain
Each day that passes, each hour floods by
Sinks what once shone brightly from within,
While none feel this fading light, such as I
Whose silent anguish my jaded mind rescinds
The tortured wrestling, each ripping shred
Of the stitching of my soul, as she collapses in defeat
While each flaming ember my youth once held
Cools to greying ashes amidst my frozen feet
For none can move this queen of ice.
Trapped beneath her struggle with virtue and vice
Longing for her freedom, but afraid to pay the price
For the wings that would break this treacherous deal, in time
For this phoenix to ignite herself
Unfold her flaming wings, take flight
Turn every sordid speck of ash, into a burning life
Life, oh life. What are you life?
But time seeping through my grasping hands
Wish that I could hold you life
Know your secrets and bury within,
Your very center your hollow core
Where all is silent and nothing is known,
Where I can hear my hearts beating once more
The truest sound, begin again.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
Dustlings floating endlessly pursuing and drifting further into a vastness,matter painted black.
Searching for a destiny light millennium slow dance of heaviness, a gravity worth hanging around.
Airless gasps of constant revolutions, all states of matter form a convolution, hourglass sand falls in ordered disarray.
Gathering momentum to claim a position, spherical designs by the equivalent precision, strategically placed masses with fertile substrate.
Still honor dictates that I must confess, making bright vivacious planets is the best, even if only to devour them in the end.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
An intensely timely attempt to right a Ship of State,
The U.S. Constitution, from a Supremacy Court decision,
'Citizen's United', wrought by it's being dragged
Across the Plymouth Rox, that landed on US, 'cause
We didn't land on it, by the tug, the S.S. Tea Party,
And it's ignoble leader, not ebony, but ivory, working
Together in perfect harmony, merx for more to mercs for war,
Amongst the 21 flavors of, in this 'baskin and robbins' of
Supremacy, the united **** of assassins, through the lack
Of 'separation of church and state', demanded in it's
Fallen noble leaves, the Founding Document of this great
Nation, that actual religion of the bi-headed false gods
Of mammon, wealth, avarice, and mollock, extreme violence,
Grinding up seed, exemplified in king george and his ****
Cheney's, along with the republican conspiracies' elite's,
Purposeful non-prevention of the attacks on 9-11 and their
Unnecessary, "unending war on (supposed) terrorism", the
Coup that divided a people, dictating they choose exigency
Over humanity, continually, which set-up the invisible coup
Elections of 11-16, it's installation of Trumpler, etc.,
Not being separated from the state, being sociologically
Programmed into everyone, by the corporate structure's
Convolution's devolutionary direction, undoing Evolution,
Is practiced by almost all behind the masks of supposed:
Christianity, atheism, Hinduism, science, art, Wicca, etc.,
Possessing everybody in that form of self-possession,
And we need to be exorcised from it before we can
Again exercise our responsibility, necessary to again
Realize it's Siamese twin sister, freedom, for the
Intellect can't lead, as the life doesn't follow.
Then illimitable, indivisible you, walking in nature's
Balance giving back to nature's abundance can remember:
Compliance is suicide, we're defiance; if you're not
Taking bullets you're making them; an injustice to any
Is an injustice to all, and if it isn't addressed
Individually, it becomes a global injustice as well;
"Be the change you wish to see in the world", "the root
Of all oppression lies in (supposed) science", Gandhi;
Materialism isn't, abolish scarcity based global fossil fuel
Slavery by using abundant renewable energy, now. reality
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
Poems and pain
For the mentally insane
Fires started
For the broken heated
Minds reformed
To the deformed
Problems immense
Released in violence
Retribution
For the institution
No evolution
Just hate
Convolution
With the pollution
Bring desolation
Never create
Many maggots roam
Together alone
Separate piles fed
Together blood shed
Always avenge
After anothers revenge
A never ending schism
To bring the cataclysm
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
NEEDLE! Through the middle of a razor-edge! Face in face out face sin face spout! I cannot see through the masochism of honesty, corrupt the faucet and leak and drain into a towel of wet PAIN! Holes rid themselves of fantastic-type dust! (And on the cusp of agony's grateful constitution hereby is a sitar scimitar). Unwilling to grow old into throats of bold and I am here today so what does it matter? Cough n' clap n' clasp n' rappin' sapping my soul's voidy tounguester. Have I become throats? Or abomination ropes? Tungsten blow-hole deep neath the depths of water-disgust! Rapture came along with whipping writhing throngs of toothpaste convolution tongs pulling out the wrongs and wrong doings of King Kong's rightful songs. Randomize architecture so that a building can grow from blue dirt into the sky and spread at the top and cover the entire planet of the human-beings where there'll be forever-shade shading shaded, faded, blue. Tuesday is a monkey banana bonanza bizarre bizarre scarring n' scaring little toothpick carrying caring creatures faring their merry way past curds and whey fields. Acclimate to constipate and betroth-berate irritate-type tube tape. Youthful castor plaster made from youngster disaster number: one.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
Where the sea kisses the land,
And Luna and Sole coincide,
Between them is a fine, fine, line,
They walk both sides of it,
Love and Hope,
In pure gold dance in diamonds and step in sunshine,
Love holds his hand showing a world to behold,
Their ambiance intoxic worth dying for it,
He could waste his youth forever,
Chasing kites, he finds no better time,
Lets them rub his back, grow in his spine,
Dancing to his own beat, two left feet,
Hope covers his eyes in the heat,
He looks back into the divide,
Where the sea kisses the land,
And Luna and Sole coincide,
There it is again, caressing his chest,
That feeling- it flows like the wind,
He sees Love elegantly dressed alone,
By the cliff-side, wanting to meet the high-tide,
Something broke, and he wanted home,
Chasing Love he screamed and wailed,
Begged her stop, she seemed so very far,
He couldn't stop her despite how he tried,
He couldn't believe it, is it true;
That some feelings can travel too?
So he watched Love meet the sea,
A silver bullet piercing the murky blue,
A shred of light glimmers in depravity,
Prayed for salvation or divine retribution,
For someone to find his center of gravity,
Maybe in the murky blue he'll find absolution,
Maybe in depravity there is the solution,
Maybe amongst the pollution and the convolution there is revolution.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
Honey bee sneezes
dusty daisy, pink petal
spring convolution
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC