"feasibility" poems
Defying the consensus of complacency,
And the enantiomorphic political practicality,
Candidates embrace their vacillating indexicality.
Spouting thrift store self reliance sapientiality,
Telling lores of cultural compatibility.
Hope filled promises of economic suitability,
Aligned with institutional feasibility.
Packaged in over-inclusive catchall empty signifiers
Strewn across all media screens, communal utilitarian plan flyers.
Requesting no need for responsiveness,
For a vote no longer dictates precedence,
In the age of social media endemic presence relevance.
PFL
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC
I lied in bed and hit send
While she waited at the beach
The lesson that I wanted to teach
Through an email to my girlfriend
A coward's way to break a heart
Revenge provides the best of fuels
And in this way broke all my rules
And into depression I did depart
There is no closure for our souls
Perhaps I'll fall into remorse
While she into another's recourse
Or just maybe not, no one knows
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC
Excuse me, Mr. Politician Man,
who the **** are you to say
what information the Government gets
at the detriment of mankind anyway?
Have you forgotten the Bill of Rights?
The 'inalienable' rights we all have?
Do they even ******* matter?
Do they even ******* exist?
I guess not.
What the **** are they doing
pressing this CISPA ********
Unlawful search and seizure of digital information
and they don't even care for warrants.
Under the guise of National Security
you'd have us all put in Camps or killed
just like we did to the Japanese all those years ago
but we've moved past that... right? Right?
I guess not.
We just keep it all more secretive now:
The people didn't stand for SOPA
and surely not for the NDAA
so what the **** gives you the idea
CISPA will fly, anyway?
Maybe if no one heard about it, it would work...
Maybe that's what you were counting on.
Excuse me, Mr. Politician Man,
who the **** are you to say
what information the Government gets
at the detriment of mankind anyway?
**** you, Mr. Politician Man
along with your constituents.
**** you, Mr. Politician Man
and your endorsements.
The Fourth Amendment requires due process
precluding unjust search and seizure;
but where the **** is due process or justice
in this proposed search at leisure?
You pass new legislation that augments old laws,
so much that they don't even need probable cause,
but not new rights nor protections for the citizenry,
not surprising given your abhorrent deontology:
You'd sooner send drones than diplomats.
You'd sooner stage attacks than be peaceful.
You'd sooner bail out banks than your citizens.
You'd sooner pass a law than change your ******* underwear.
What the **** gives you an inkling of the notion
that a beloved sociopath Politician
deserves your ******* devotion
if they pull this sort of ethical rescission?
Excuse me, Mr. Politician Man,
who the **** are you to say
what information the Government gets
at the detriment of mankind anyway?
**** you, Mr. Politician Man
along with your constituents.
**** you, Mr. Politician Man
and your endorsements.
**** me, Mr. Politician Man,
like you already do behind closed doors.
**** me, Mr. Politician Man
for ever trusting this accursed system.
Well, who the **** are you
trusted making legislation,
you can't even overcome
******* monetary gravitation.
Well, excuse me, Mr. Politician Man,
you want the People to become transparent?
Well **** you then, Mr. Politician Man
we want transparency of Government:
I'm sick of not knowing where Tax dollars go,
I'm sick of knowing over a quarter goes to the Military
which is funny in a deeply ****** up way
because I know I may help pay for
the drone that might fly overhead and see me and my friends as insurgents
and launch an IR missile to blow us to bits,
or the bullet that may be sent through my brain
as a distant if more probable than ever result
of your ******* legislation:
And so I say:
**** you, Mr. Politician Man,
along with your constituents
for making this a feasibility;
you're supposed to serve the people
but you'd rather put the U.S. in a state of futility.
So,
on behalf of all those you alienate each day,
I wish to extend to you a humble and heartfelt
Go **** yourself.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
A faith we fancy is that freedom is fabricated and forged for us by our forefathers who fought and forced their foes to forfeit their feud. They fended fiercely and defended fearlessly a fictionalized fact, freedom, filtered with fire and flame. A few fell to be famed fellows of the future while a fraction of the fraternity are farewelled faceless.
All those frigid flashback brought-forth what we framed and fantasized as freewill and forbade freaks to falsify our fascination.
It all falters as we fathom that freedom didn't fade ,but w/o a fons-et-ergo, a foolish fairytale foretold for us to falsely follow a formula for the foremen to fortify the fake façade of freedom while we flounder and they float.
And if we flush and fracture their folderol, we are flagged as flagitious, frauds and fellons.
For the feasibility of freedom is a mere ****** Fuckery to **** us.
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
My beautiful walking Angel,
please don't fly away.
It was only you who could lift
me, from the darkest night and
days
of life without her.
My walking Angel.
He talks as though he has one foot
above,
he walks this earth afloat
already. Leaving me fitfully to
wait, in my safely anchored boat.
He's so sure of his inadequacy,
yet I would gladly soak myself in fear,
just so that I could have him near.
Sweet glorious Angel.
Clipped wings yet so ready to fly.
If you were to die, then part
of me would surely go too.
I'm already bound to you.
We both chose immediately to
shield that which makes us,
from others,
yet to each other, we managed not
to yield to the temptation of
our defences.
In spite of the offences of those who've
gone past, leaving a lasting brand
in our skin,
of each terrible individual sin.
Each scar wrought within.
Innocent Angel.
I am completely vulnerable to you.
Usually so overly aware of danger,
I have already, affectively,
sworn my life to you.
This next page is yours.
Dangerous Angel.
Whether you lift me up to fall,
or pull me down to drown,
I shall walk where you tread.
A breadcrumb trail of tears in my wake,
as I am shaken awake from your
dream
Your soul left to rest in the gleam of
my eye.
An unsnuffable candle
to guide you back to me.
Athiest Angel, I was asleep before
you came
and awoke me with your kiss,
jerking my heart from it's
Ivy covered cage,
our instantaneous gauge
of our compatibility
creating a feasibility
of merging.
Gentle Angel.
You took my beating soul
and gouged it with
a caress,
spelt your name
and my destruction,
with your irresistible seduction
of vulnerability,
and tranquility
of purity.
My tender Angel.
Your knifepoint was always fated
for my ribs.
Take me with you if you leave,
allow me to anchor-
no better- hold you,
and embolden you to be
whatever the **** you want to be.
With your battered suitcase of a soul.
How many more kicks can you take
before they pack you in?
The irony in that the sin was never yours.
I abhor those who chose to lord over you.
Please come aboard my raft of
defiance, which is learning the science
of your chemistry.
Darling Angel.
I do not wish you to fall or fly,
instead remain afloat,
allow me to paddle my unshakeable boat
towards you,
with a view of amorous intentions.
My salvation,
who will surely be
my downfall,
my Samson.
I know what you have undone.
Me.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
We always wonder about the inevitability of the universe
We always think of it's extensions or infinity
Different theories rising but nothing prove anything yet, nonetheless
What if all of these are just illusion, how great is the feasibility?
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
Time runs through her promises
and discounts them
one by one
for such are these cart wheels
made to unravel the stony path
and yonder the Ash
jowl to cheek
their longevity snaps
soiled by the wood-colliers
we tread pebbles
that fornicate with the dead
laying haphazardly
to unburden their endeavour,
de-fragmented
a Memory of un-feasibility
proclaims the broken Path
and purchased here for eternity
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 3:40 PM UTC
In a panic, having lost control of the vehicle at high speed and swerving off the Data Highway, I assessed the impending impact and made quick mental notes for a feasibility study as the stationary tree moved closer rapidly. In a flash, ultimate outcomes passed before my eyes, like the newest edition of a celestial Clearslide/PowerPoint/Prezi presentation tool:
• Data drives performance as winter wind whips the data-driven snow.
• Real-time numbers are to outcomes what God is to Heaven.
• Data supersedes Life as Christ supersedes the angels.
• Vigorous data collection enhances and informs rigorous data selection.
• Data is to outcomes as outcomes are to income.
• Objectives tied to measurable outcomes bring numbers back into the game, turning benchwarmers into real-time benchmarks.
• Data quality ensures accountability, facilitates transparency, reducing redundancy.
• Performance indicators are ultimate vindicators, turning competitors into partners and sustaining creative growth by creating sustainable change.
• Data are plural – but only to the Brits…
These bulleted staff-development phantasms surged into my mind right before the massive, jarring crunch when my vehicle smashed into the Tree of Life that grows just off the Data-Driven Highway. I cannot recall the moment of collision, nor the impact assessment study that preceded it. It seemed many, many Continuing Staff Improvement sessions later when I awoke to the soothing pastel shades and muted color scheme of a projected graphic full of squiggly arrows, cyber-hieroglyphics and professionally-presented slides filled with corporate jargon. I was finally in Data Heaven where the numbers never lie but rise to live forever.
I had achieved my final measurable objective!
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
Doubt leaks from his fingers
As the winter snow falls outside
Mine window
No substitute for sanitary genius
Awake in a moment where presence
Is the only struggle
To hold you is to hold the wind
A lost heart but never worried
Telling all, seeing all
Words that are only words
No petty emotions
Brothers and sisters of this world
Let me see you with your hair down
The rhythm and the song is all we have
Without it we are merely
The walking limp
The walking dead
A flower without petal
Deceased with no sign of past soul
Where one tells me there is magic I simply see life
For magic is that of the truth
Unsolvable, unmovable, attainable, but only for a moment
Luck for any man or women who can reach
The lapping shores of mismatched thought
A telling phrase from a hand not mine own
I press my thighs against themselves as the hot sweat
Drips from my dusty worn face
The voices inside of me do not keep quiet
And I am blessed for it
No sanity for the ones who wish to live forever
A break in the mind is a break in our time
Oh soul, how you curse and kiss me as I sleep with heavy eye
But wondrous curious ticklish man in so far titanic mind
Where the levee doth break is where I will rest
Where my inspiration floods not in servitude, but in gratitude
And though the muse is hasty and her spell sometimes meager
I tell thee to all the highest point on the mountain
Is only the first step in this life of fever
Here now, Montgomery's words bless the forum of fair minds
We are the spreading tide of words and rhythm
Together, the nakedness of the night doth not bring fear
But mystery made believable
And though feasibility at times wavers, there is no plan
That man can deem impossible
We are here
And here
We aim to stay
Feb 9, 2012
Feb 9, 2012 at 4:55 PM UTC
We experience the possibility
And consider the credibility
Then we look to dependability
And some reliability
When we discover the profundity
And experience the complexity
We consider feasibility
Or look to plausibility
But we think with curiosity
And imagine reciprocity
When it happens instantaneously
We proclaim incredibility
We wonder at improbability
And pronounce incredulity
For this awesome probability
But it’s only serendipity!
Serendipity is the effect by which one accidentally discovers something fortunate, especially while looking for something else entirely.
©Jane Nov 10, 2010
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
Got designer belt it’s black Ferragamo
And I’m still reminiscin from the time I said “la amo”
And everytime they come around me I am sayin “Vamos"
I Glowed up and I showed up while skrrting in a lambo
Fake friends they pull up and I still callem fammo
97 cents a sale profits going down low
Player with a victim mindset they wanna know mo
Actin like a guru played the shordy feeling down low
Played the game got brain and I prayed holy Trinity
Muhfucas denying my only abilities
Start a business then, deny its feasibility
Turn 18 then, deny my credibility
My life like the stocks, detached from reality
Meet me seem blessed look closer insanity
A young dude who cares, only bout his vanity
Wanna blow up no boom just raise my personality
Date one just to leave one and hop to another
A lot of hearts gon break this whole **** summer
Feeling tired like I just got out of a slumber
Leave em in their feelings while they askin for my number
Wanna make money while biking down the humber
Wanna get a time machine to make my life funner
Wanna lose my weight, but I am not a runner
Can't trust nobody these days so money is my lover
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 4:03 AM UTC
glass slippers
lost forever
in a world where
no one sings
no one dares
and no one dreams
only puppets
ride their strings
hiding faces
without traces
of a single blemish
or anguish
****** like walls
stemmed from calls
of unproductive falls
shapes and sizes
epitomizes
love so lost
to hate embossed
wary a world where
trust would die
consumed into ashes
where heroes
once lie
faced by reality
without the possibility
of ever having tranquility
is a sad feasibility
in this ever-growing incredibility
of a world without sound durability
must i go on with my mockery
or shall i show you reversibility
continuing this charade of nobility
we are but dust in anonymity
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 4:32 AM UTC
Celestial bodies shimmer and shines
Casting light upon the forlorn
Unable to envision good signs
Tampering with souls to adorn.
Guidance exists in feasibility
The fading stars leave to lead the way
But tragic minds sat on fragility
Struggling to search for a brighter day.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC