"definity" poems
What have we, but time?
Certainly not certainty,
And definitely not definity.
What have we, but never-ending?
No, not never, (check the negatives),
But never-ending.
Consistent elapsing of the clock.
With that we learn to experience,
But unfortunately we block out our conscience.
Oh, many are the benefits;
We mustn’t overlook ice-skating,
Hot tubs, movie premiers, roller coasters.
All the gray-toed, white socks of dating.
Neither regret/forget a night like any other,
Save for a blue bag of corn chips,
Dim lighting and a cup of hot chocolate.
But mistakes, mostly by one party,
Have dimmed the lights further,
Even clouded out the Sun (chip).
Questions remain unanswered. Stories untold.
We sit. We wait. We sing.
What have we, but time?
Aug 8, 2011
Aug 8, 2011 at 7:39 PM UTC
past tense verbs with their pesky sense of definity
divinity
those who drink the water say
is the now and
already there
but what was makes me weep
and I can't breathe now
not with my neck craned around-intimately eyeing the ghosts of christmases passed
and oh god, don't make me hear "eventually"
I can't stomach "let it happen"
I've known you in nine lives
I've remembered you in all nine
and in the eleventh hour you've made a pearly bust of your apathy
but your lips are half parted
I drip with desire
but I only ever see you when I follow the hand around the clock
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
I want to explore you
(Is this what this is?)
I want to hold every inch. I want to graze. My eyes they hunger. My mind tries to satiate my hunger but alas. Nothing imagined can compare. It is only fact. The only fact i know for a certainty.
(Okay, maybe thats a bit of an overexaggeration. But.
Shut up.)
I always end up giving up. Wind up throwing in the towel. Too wound up. Dissatisfaction.
(I almost said insatisfaction. But that would have been incorrect. No no. I am correct. Always. I am me. Me is right. Ha.)
I need to be pleased. Please, please me. Dear god what is going on. Inexplicable feels in places unpredictable. In ordinary actions turned utterly and splendidly extraordinary.
(How cliché.)
Sweet toxicity. Unexpectable, unsuspecting poison in every glance, every look. It holds me firmly with an unrelenting grip that says "there is no such escape from this destiny." And the words are such a pleasure to hear. And i want to hear them over. And over. And over again. And i want it deep and commanding. I want definity in the way that it already is. Who could ask to escape from something such as this. What poor blind fool would willingly give this up. This infinity. This immensity.
No. Not i. Never. I could never deny this. Not now or ever.
I am a happy captive of this place
in life
in which i am present in
at the moment.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
Enclose me .. no definity ..
disclose love .. no ambiguity ..
dissolve me .. in you ..
just .. till infinity ..
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
Certainty of semper fi, 'n'
om-ly believe 'n'
groan of assent
struggle
to rise…
-- listen
the strangest of stories are told
as real as ever, the common idea, ever
after time has lost its
thread to our
temper ai re
ality in ifity was.
Those were the days, ifity was.
We were as you imagined,
in your imagination,
but really, we were all outlaws,
on the run…
what did your family think Wagon Train was about?
We was runnin' from the letters of the laws,
the man behind the star,
the man on the horse,
from old boogaswishery tales fairtold
to meet
the doubt, double mind, entende re, eh, follow or
fall
by the wayside and wait, one day
you wake and find the path is paved thirty chariots wide,
and you are
not surprised, that state,
surprise,
being an undifined or undivined, okeh, wordminded
state- stretched to this point --
flex-stress tested to thnthdgreeeee,
to
get most from extra eas y'
pay attention
points to
the definity of devininity, as shobbolethic,
- no pass, no se --
is it in the accent
that makes the difference,
or the proof?
Unique as differing may be random as mathic edgery
interpreters of times after all
was said and done,
one more.
Like not missing
a tittle or a jot, yet being
wise as jumpstarts means were to stick shifts,
shockingly, retro real… virtually
be the character, see the luckies rolled in your sleeve…
it was so easy to steal a car,
almost as easy as on TV. But not if you always
carried the coil wire in your pocket,
so those were the ones you watched for, next time,
coil wire in hand,
it was easier than on TV, you knew the care was stolen
before you stole it,
that's like answered prayer,
if y' askt me.
Patience 'n' faith, wise as was
imagined.
at the time.
The coil wire is the worm at the core.
Grease monkey kings know this story, it is in our
initiation to the mystery in the pistons.
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
Is it bad
or odd
or weird
to want to be
released?
not something i could take in my own hands...
but random chance
or perhaps divine will
i would understand
peace of mind
but at the same time
a longing
for whats to come;
life hereafter
something incomprehensible to all
yet some claim they know
or have faith
that it has been defined;
the definition of infinity,
the indefinite
i believe in metaphors.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
Stage 1
Grinning elder disappearing disappearing
Loving the time gone by gone by
Slow foxtrot (I'm laying down) down)
Piece by peace tranquillize tranquillize
Reminisce in the absence of hostility hostility
Complete deaf definity definity
Stage 2
Foxtrot is not slow anymore rather it is phlegmatic
Prolonged
Broken
I am still thinking i am
No day is Sunday
No thought is clear
Static
Beautiful
Stage 3
Try
Not playing for record
Jump
(bleep) Remember that they are the ones dead
You can take a break or stop
Jump
Look at yourself you can stop at any second you are here
The atrophied record jumps
Stage 4
Suffocating
No second left no second given to breathe
We're on the other side
This is where the mind meets the instinct and the brain becomes a fluid free of flow
I feel free
Free from thought
Free from thought
The best from invalidity
Stage 5
I care what he's saying
Am I supposed to feel
anything
Recycled
Right there is he sitting again just this time behIND A CLOSED DOOR
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Where am I
Give away
We cry
Stage 6
Alone
Single
The empty *****
Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 5:57 PM UTC