"deficits" poems
Attention all ye
Deficits of Disorder
Look it’s a squirrel!
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
The dream haunts me
often, far too often, building
in intensity but is initially
disguised in absurdity and the
nonsense of a young man's lusts
with an old man's deficits.
This woman-like entity,
ill-defined at first but forming
voluptuously, emerges from
swelling curtains. She moves, more
levitates, toward my bed, buoyed
by what I don't know, but angelic-like
it would seem. Or perhaps
an Aphrodite reincarnate?
Oh this goddess, what pale
skin, as Parian marble, full bosomed,
jutting ******* ***** that
beckon, nearly drool, and pursed
red lips beaded with sweet
juice stolen from the wild cherry
tree beneath my window.
Far too much clarity for a simple
dream. But such a dream! And what
seething testosterone I feel!
I am become a hedonist, raging,
pulsing spermatozoa, renewed
of time and youthful energies.
Nerve into nerve we join, ecstacy
compounding ecstacy, bodies wantonly
impaling the other on this love bed
to the result that each cell of our
individualities melds. We are indistinct,
yes - as one, and any ****** impulse
between us is shared to the point of
utter exhaustion, depletion. I am
nearly drained of life, it would seem.
Then, as it always must,
the scene changes, Act II.
Inexplicably, shedding a ******
serpentine-like skin, she slings it away
and drops limply upon me - entirely
skeletal, dry cartilage, sinew, lifeless,
sexless, motionless. The horror
of a diabolical hollowness
stares through me, and I am
suspended, fully terrorized, in
this paralysis. So, this is
succumbing to the Succubus?
God, my dear God, that I should
never dream again!
--
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 10:25 AM UTC
we did not Dye in vain!
by michael r. burch
(from “songs of the sea snails”)
though i’m just a slimy crawler,
my lineage is proud:
my forebears gave their lives
(oh, let the trumps blare loud!)
so purple-mantled Royals
might stand out in a crowd.
i salute you, fellow loyals,
who labor without scruple
as your incomes fall
while deficits quadruple
to swaddle unjust Lords
in bright imperial purple!
Originally published by The American Dissident
Notes: In ancient times the purple dye produced from the secretions of purpura mollusks (sea snails) was known as “Tyrian purple,” “royal purple” and “imperial purple.” It was greatly prized in antiquity, and was very expensive according to the historian Theopompus: “Purple for dyes fetched its weight in silver at Colophon.” Thus, purple-dyed fabrics became status symbols, and laws often prevented commoners from possessing them. The production of Tyrian purple was tightly controlled in Byzantium, where the imperial court restricted its use to the coloring of imperial silks. A child born to the reigning emperor was literally porphyrogenitos ("born to the purple") because the imperial birthing apartment was walled in porphyry, a purple-hued rock, and draped with purple silks. Royal babies were swaddled in purple; we know this because the iconodules, who disagreed with the emperor Constantine about the veneration of images, accused him of defecating on his imperial purple swaddling clothes!
Keywords/Tags: royal, purple, imperial, Tyrian, Byzantium, porphyry, swaddling, clothes, porphyrogenitos, mollusks, sea snails, royalty, kings, lords, emperors, popes
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 4:35 AM UTC
Friends with benefits,
Parted by the sea --
Love without deficits?
Mais oui!
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
The following statements of truth were brought to you
Not through, but circumnavigating fated parameters
Of insane, yet normative, largely uninformative
Mechanisms that formally give birth to ********
And instead, strategically splicing said bounds with
Ideal variables derived from the courageously quixotic,
Unrobotic, and outraged agents of, and for, capital Real:
The train of corporate reasoning derails so fast
To follow is to snap the head backward,
Far past angles within measures of pleasurable fit
And open gates to deluging tangled circular
Failures of logic that trick and co-opt the proletariat.
We are Present-Ambassadors with broken flux-capacitors
Demonstrating a consistent tendency toward error
In efforts to obtain diplomatic access to a future where
The same reemerging deficits do not manifest unfixed.
One of said deficits may include all positive freedoms.
For the record, it shall be noted that civil society
Currently arrives implicitly to find it compliantly fine
To promote systems of labor designed to illicit behaviors
That will eventually undermine the actors of exhaustive work
And make benefactors of those complicit in crime.
As case studies of this paradoxical paradigm, we observe
Nations signing trade agreements aligned with
Selling more of the goods whose extractions have
Cataclysmic exactions upon locals contracted not to resist.
Those who take issue with this are directed to appellate institutions.
The projected scarcity of over-consumed poisons causes fear
Which leads to faster hoarding and more ex(t/p)ensive death.
Thus, most human behaviors presently inflate pricing, popularity,
And rapidity associated with committing system-wide suicide.
As shackle-some power consolidation bends toward a transnational peak
I hereby slide-tackle these forwarded trends, seeking goals of the rational.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
Where is the terror please in a blameless mind
Show me the pain and fears in a brimful loving heart
Find me the nightmares 'n demons in blessed slumber
Wish me the tears in pious gratitudes real and plenty
Produce a charge sheet of dark deeds and secrets hidden
Bring witnesses of a stained criminal past and stolen items
Front me a past lover with tales of **** or ****** misdeeds
Show me anybody truly implicating me in any foul deeds
Ask my betrothed of ever knowing me drunk and disabled
Dig out any associations of me with friends of ill-repute
Point a day I conducted myself disgracefully 'n disrespectfully
Stand out a neighbour I went begging and borrowing from
Twirling taunting is nowt but delusions of ****** fantasists
Nothing to do with one devoid of fears and guilt of the neurotics
Show us the happy contented one who gives time to mudslinging
Even the most basic of intelligence tells us this is an impossibility
There are nasties out there kicking a poor policewoman in the head
There are repugnant foreign Taxi-drivers prostituting teen girls about
There are hate filled Terrorist willing to **** innocents unflinching
While our deranged think school playground antics is all they're worth
These are the ones that salivate in front of computer screens
Unwashed Keyboard cowards parading malfunctioning brains
Attention and ambition lacking deficits sad subhumans waiting to be fed
How can wasted western fodders impact on my consciousness or even my subconscious
Those by their evident actions already show they lack rationality, intelligence or understanding
Inadequates whose only recourse is to showcase their inferiority in pained envy and jealousy by trying to bully
Insignificant runts who can't better themselves despite opportunities abound
Dr Livingstone come see what your children from your Great Empire has become
You told our forefathers you came from the very cradle of Civilisation
A land of freedom and great knowledge
How come now your childrens are pathetic ignorant irrational insecure deluded cowards
What to do with morons other than to pitifully toss them a morsel of our talents once a while and laugh as they feed hungrily
You gotta laugh!
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
1
Congratulations
on your maturation:
now our lust's "love,"
not infatuation.
2
Romantic "deficits,"
confiscatorial "trends" --
**** your "benefits" --
where's my dividends?
3
I tried to really kiss you,
not co-impregnate a tissue.
4
I must confess
I love that dress --
more or less!
5
-- I'd die for you (you said)
-- I'd mumble you in bed.
6
you me us me
us-me-you you-me-us-you-me-you
us-me-us-meyouyou-us-youyouyou
youyou-us-me-youyouyouyouyouyouyou!
you-me-us-us-me-me-me --
us
7
Three coins in the fountain?
Who in hell's been counting?
8
Nod, smile; I'm playing along
while they're "playing our song."
9
Monogamy
demands its peephole:
*Maybe we should see
other people.*
10
"The last time I saw her
she'd hired a lawyer."
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 2:03 AM UTC
City trees, weak and stunted,
bear relentless mockery by
country and wild cousins,
though everyone agrees that
suburban trees are least
esteemed, paltry excuses
overcompensating for their
deficits in diversity (of size or
shape) with excess pageantry
The enlightened ones, city and
suburban, wave manicured
tips, speaking in whispered
thrums - how relieved they are
not to be unprotected forest
trees, in constant danger of the
ravages of capitalism and neglect
The forest trees laugh at their
ignorant cousins - they know
the freedom of the wild places
where true peace can be found;
they will gladly face the danger
proudly rooted, in wild ground
The older trees, between naps,
wheeze of many, many
springtimes ago, of cleaner air
and bigger trees, of simpler
lives and clearer skies and
creatures long since gone;
they know change will come,
And change will go, and
Still they will root on
NCL July 2019
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
Take the "La" out of Label for they are more than a diagnosis,
They are fathers who have immigrated to a new country while hiding the schizophrenia they battle just to uphold employment,
They are mothers who sustain households while silencing themselves for their family's protection,
They are sister's who step up and raise siblings while charading stability,
They are brothers who mask realities to rejuvenate positivity,
They are families that have undergone generational trauma to pave a path for a brighter tomorrow,
Disabilities - mental illness - mental health - are not deficits of identity; they bolster morale and resilience in the BIPOC community.
These are the students that fight the notions of normality to reduce the stigma,
These are the scholars that rewrite the narrative in pursuit of decolonizing the education system,
These are the individuals who are representing an ever-growing population,
These are the souls that have abilities which surpass the medical confinement of their disabilities.
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 2:19 PM UTC
*I know I should most likely be
Doing something else...*
However, I can't help myself
This is what I want to do right now.
Wait. What was I talking about?
**** I don't even know.
Should we be talking about you?
Because I just feel so selfish for
Hogging the conversation,
Disrupting the silence
With nonsense.
With random facts I read somewhere
With the weather reports that are. . .
. . . . . . .
**** I'm doing it again.
I'm sorry. . . . . . . .
Was I staring off just now?
I couldn't help but think about
How the pattern on that gentleman's shirt
Looked just like my grandmother's couch!
*I wonder if it also smells like moth *****
Um, yeah. Salad sounds great for lunch,
How is your dog doing?
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC
So you got robbed. Don't think of yourself as a victim. Look at it as an expression of the robber's occupational and social deficits. Don't let it traumatize you for life. After all, can you compare it to being murdered? We need to have some appreciation for scale here. We don't want to go back to the Victorian notion that people are fragile flowers who can't handle having a gun pointed at them and losing a few dollars. That's a form of condescension, after all.
You're complaining about a burglary? Some men see a mere doorknob lock as a flirtation. And surely we don't want to see the end of flirtations and seductions! Must we all now install deadbolts and security systems? What's next--chastity belts? What happened to joie de vivre and devil-may-care?
So a drunk driver hit your car. Do you really want to have him arrested? It was a misunderstanding; he didn't realize that four cocktails and driving are technically illegal. And should they be? Do we want to criminalize ordinary reckless behavior? Haven't we all done something a bit foolish or clumsy in our younger days? Do we want a society in which everyone has to be careful what they do, all the time? A society in which people must count their drinks before getting behind the wheel? We are moving away from the ideals of a liberal democracy and toward totalitarianism!
So you were murdered. You can look at is as an opportunity to learn more about what happens after death. Your career was ended and your earthly form deteriorated, but that's not the end of the world. Now you live as a memory, and people appreciate you more. What doesn't **** you makes you stronger, and what kills you enshrines. There is honor in being dead. It is time we brought back the old virtues!
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
From the open
To the close
Of steel lid eyes
It doesn't feel right
From the departure
The splitting of the seas
Of sheets
To the holy reuniting
Its all gray stuffing
From seam to seam
From floor to ceiling
Blank dry
Eyes still staring under lids
Collisions behind the curtains
Behind the scenes
A sweet obstruction
Our neglected eye lids
Sour apple brain
Velvet lids
Concrete lips
Hands that ***** their body
In vain or in shame
A body disconnected from A brain
Wanders looking for hosts
That never touch it the same
The brain wanders for hosts
That will regulate its deficits
Hosts that never spark it the same
Both glass to break
Both paper thin
Giving themselves up at the lips of flame
And the flame
The burning hands of a body
A body disconnected from a brain
All the same
Ready to burn ready to spark
Again and again
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
El Nino, the jokes go, is responsible,
to be levied our distaste. What a
disgrace, they're putting a Hispanic
face on 1998's over a 100,000 killed
by supposedly natural disasters. Now
Nina, naming her the cause of world
drought, global warming, which the
technocracies' altering weather cycles
determined. Their greed makes lies
fly as truth, can your convenience,
in allowing them to do it, further?
This while they enjoy unparalleled
short-term profits, paid for in real
deficits, brought by their murdering of
eco-systems, our progeny will pay a
thousand times those delusional
profits to repair, unsuccessfully. That
unending river of humanities' blood
will soon take billions of poor to
middle class lives before the extinction.
Still, every second over an acre of
rainforest is felled, every three a
woman is castrated, a child dies, and
only 50 % of us bother to vote!
Still, we don't have real compassion
for ourselves or others. If no real
changes will take place now, then
when, if not here, where, you, who?
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
Greed indefinitely corrupts those who become opulent
those who enter Buddha's palace don't want to leave
those temples of bones of them who've paid for our deficits
no one wants to be there, it's better to loot their corpses than grieve
If you fall off the horse you get back on
If the horse falls first take your bags and leave
be the one man caravan; independent and free
but just like the horse you're only a pawn
I left my heart with the one who loved me
can't get it back, I forgot who it was
nomads take what you need, travel to the country
don't stir the locals, they're covered in blood
Time will tell you that nothing is really gold,
if you don't learn to let go your hands will turn green
people are possessions or so I've been told
everybody is a sell out, no money is clean
You can ignore me, my poor speak, the angst makes me weak
I don't care what you all think, am I a hypocrite? Yes.
What's he point? realities a ***** I can't get answers, there's no truth to seek
Opaque fog over everything I do, my body is fine, my mind is a mess.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 4:13 PM UTC
...and now i'm searching within myself to find my deficits,
you seem to have spotted them easily,
like laced cobwebs along untouched bookshelves.
You say our pieces don't fit together,
we're both puzzles but i'm from the wrong box,
mostly scattered along the dusty shelf.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 1:52 AM UTC
Days with deficits
Let me give you what you need
Take all you can get
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 8:33 AM UTC
Kindling burns with the red flames of transparent lust
Taking away the stars glow, sitting blind
How fast I move through these streets
These words
These blurred nonsensical sentences
How blessed I thought the world actually was
Oh
How blind I am to see the sands glimmer
But am not able
To write them down, a true winner
To encompass time passing perfectly through us all
Through the night time cafes, begging for coffee, bread, a morsel
With deprecation by the bundle on the side
Seeing light for the first time
After so many long months in dreaded shadow
There is a rainbow after the storm
And it shows a hope
That mankind has yet to see
In quite a long time
So what are we fighting for we wonder?
What are we living our days in and days out?
Towards what mean can one scream,
When they reach their inevitable end?
Deficits, war mongers, sand castles washed away to be built anew
By unborn but soon to be nubile young hands
There was always a plan
By a God that never needed to take a stand
Because He knew others would for him
In their own gun shots to the top with fire glory
With lives spent like poker chips
From a man with his sunglasses with the sun's glint
Half assed attempts with these covers pulled tight
What a night, what a night, what a night...
When the money
Is the only thing that feels right
Apr 12, 2011
Apr 12, 2011 at 5:32 PM UTC
Are you ready for the main course?
Prepare the condiments
Thin oven mitts
Teas cozies
Lace doilies
It's just a decoy
Here lies the kid who was left home alone while is parents visited The North Pole
Try to consolidate the front door
And here's a laxative called LSD to aide your constipated mind
Now go on with the insurrection
And fight Parliament for the sake of the proletariat
Who's names are always written in lower case lettering
The limousine drivers
The skrimpers
The savers
The single mothers with bad habits who have to dance off skimpy clothing to buy formula for their babies because they're milk is tainted with junk
The weary recipients of justice obstructions
And catch 22's
Who have been singled out because they have monetary deficits
Console them
Until Eureka!
Grab some Q-tips and clean out your ears
Stop gritting and grinding your teeth
A new realization is in bloom
When did be aware turn into beware?
When did alertness become fear?
Forget and get over your
Remanding-accursed-sweet-tooth-fatigue-that you let in
Because it's all in your head along with the idea that hyphens make things look more important and scary
I contest all that ********
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
Symmetry deficits call for chiaroscuro.
Highlight the summits,
and diffuse shadows at the vertex
of cheekbone and mandible.
Colour the apples, rubescent as newborn flesh,
and soften edges for a gentle definition.
If you paint claret from bow to corner
it can create something fuller; induce desire-
Valencia can bleach the blemishes.
Liquid or matte lies in pesky furrows
and rots like carrion in warm weather:
remember to blot excess sebum prior.
Are you pneumatic? Applications can support you-
with enough you can acquire
something ample for a decade.
Look to the lens. It winks;
raise brow in a clean cut, diagonal
from nostril edge: the playful frame apertures admire.
Flash.
Share with friends:
refresh/close/open,
and sigh at affirmations.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
i'm a product of capitalism.
my momma shoulda known better,
there's no reward for social reproduction,
i'm a bad investment
and my history attest to that
and my trajectory is already set to a certain degree
for freedom demands strength and bravery
but i'm running deficits in those sectors.
and i often question if it's too late
for course correction.
i'm inauthentic.
crises are endemic to my life cycle.
i exhale pollution.
i feed off my own festering flesh.
i'm a breeding ground of oppression.
a tendency to lie to myself: austerity is the answer.
the competition is killing me;
when pressure doesn't make diamonds it intensifies violence.
my breath left when my father moved his assets offshore.
i'm poor, sordid and a parasite to the core.
my bread was plundered from unpeople in the name of a privilege i never asked for.
tell myself problems can be solved through purchase.
i'm stressed and spent and i can't pay my debts.
my passions arrested, i can't confess: looking for the door.
i'm not sure the least worst of all systems is worth it any more.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
Spun on a thread, a gossamer thread
Hung on a dream in a watershed,
Shadows suspended in effortless time
Regretting those words left unsaid.
Regretting omissions, those hesitant thoughts,
Words bitten back by the tongue,
When clear expression could lighten the load
To sing every song left unsung.
So dimly, through deficits' dust laden air
In a shaft of brittle white sun
My confession remiss for omissions amiss
Paint bereft-ness before it’s begun.
M.
11 January 2016
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC
Liberal Hillary for notsee Trumpler,
Dempublicans for remocrats,
Because the invisible coup lied,
Hillary's "not perfect", was all
The excuse dinos, linos, sinos, ginos,
Ainos, kremlin kronies, hackers, wicked
Leaks, Bernie or bust bots, needed.
The worst, US intelligence/police industrial
Complex, who, like king george and his
**** Cheney, purposely not preventing the
Attacks on 9-11-01, they didn't prevent the
Hacking of our 11-16 elections, installing
Trumpler and attempting to realize a borne
Again cold war, extreme theft of tax $, etc..
Potential democracy for mediocracy,
Peace and prosperity for Ebony, ivory,
The Black and white supremacies'
Cannibalizing the future, for e.g.,
Tax dolla's, in perfect harmony,
To replicate the past's supposed:
Profits, pleasures, and powers.
$12. to $15. an hour minimum wage,
Reproductive and healthcare rights
Progressed, et al, for the Black
Supremacy getting: a President in 2020,
Potentially, instead of waiting till
2040, 'cause, "once you go Black you
Never go back", extreme war funding, etc..
"...We(e),...", used to know to: not
Grind up the seeds, let our kid's as...
Be, and let them be kids, the real
Deficits realized are astronomically
Higher, like when the trillion ton
Ice cube was dropped in the drink,
Cooling things off for a bit, but,
Heating them up forever, burning,
Flooding, extincting everything. We can,
Individually, turn 360 degrees around,
Back to The Evolution, the future, humans
Will only have if we do. By changing
Everything, swapping criminal insanity
For sanity, exigency for humanity, again.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
The Triffin Dilemma shows the conflict
Between a nation’s domestic monetary
Policy and international obligations when
Its money is the global reserve currency.
The US must supply dollars globally to
Meet demand, leading to trade deficits
And issues such as inflation and debt.
Therefore
Bitcoin offers a potential solution by
Operating outside of any one nation.
As a decentralized currency, it halts
The need for any one country to bear
The burden of reserve currency status.
Bitcoin’s fixed supply stops inflation and
The global reach serves every nation.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 12:50 PM UTC