"findings" poems
The Red Rain of Kerala wrote this Plague
Un-supported by Evidence and Song
As it wept and bled that once-thirsty Plain
Locals knew their throats will not dry too long
But how could they drink this very strange Guilt
When their Sheets un-furled like the Flags of War
And not until the Google-Heads came in
They realised it was foreign before
Samples were taken in pursuit of Cause
Then page by page those Suspects came to light
Was it Bacteria? Or Lichens-at-Lost
Either way there was some Blood to incite.
When those Findings end, much was to conclude
Which Creation's Purchase falls upon you.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
We find bottomless holes
In our mentalized theories
Local logical postulations
Cause-and-effect sequences
Perceived chain reactions
And medical research findings.
All those are quintessentially
Protein specs floating freely
Our words float like protein
Fondly called lewy bodies
Colorless and unsubstantial
Dreams in shreds floating
As in amniotic fluid like then.
A certain woman of less virtue
Was not fit for our society
She embraced men in dark
In dreams and art and thought.
Fuzzy scenes of yesteryears
Floated into the present
Including ego and power games.
Let me know who is this professor-
The man who brought it all up.
Our language loses meaning.
We do not agree you are you.
Actually you cease to be a son
A brother ,a person ,a human
You are a hand or a stone
Just a broken splinter for a whole .
My part becomes a whole
A thing is a word, an idea,an event
A daughter-in-law is a hand
A son a stone in the wilderness.
There is sorrow swirling in the belly
The anguish of a human existence
The pain in the bloated stomach
These forced feet take you nowhere
Men came with tails in their necks
Forcing down tiny white universes
When they go into the nether world
There is only a swirl in the belly.
May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 6:14 PM UTC
"You're so special, how did the universe come up with you?"
You make old love feel so brand new
And your beauty is blinding
You're like one of galileo's findings
You remind me of the night sky
A shooting star just flying by
The sun and the moon couldn't compare
You're one in a million you're so rare.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
Life was amazing. Boats will fly causing mass transportation. Sometimes I think exclusively until I erupt through word Bothered, enlightened, and hungry watching gay cinema eating bananas but not ripe until next time I hate myself for liking weird cinema, Striking matches without touching myself when hearing groans from my basement which come apart from the throat. Knocks, bangs, and poottitangs among our findings in timely minute fashion. The weather will forever be surpising under a burnt out hookers muffintop. Mashed feces under but over kinfolk of a studious wellbeing transcendence, stupendous sacred.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
Do not bother me with your absurd theories;
Reason, logic, and evidence have no place
In the heart of the true and righteous believer.
Faith in holy texts should be your guide,
Your faith should be blind, unadulterated, and quintessential, or
Risk a dreadful and eternal damnation.
If Einstein knew so much
Why do they call his premise the “Theory of Relativity”?
If Darwin was so sharp, why is it the most
He could up with was the “Theory of Evolution”?
The answer is simple, they really had no clue,
They simply did some scientific research and, in the end,
They came up with nothing more than theories.
And, what about all those archeologists
Claiming the earth is billions of years old, or
Cosmologists with their “Big Bang Theory.”
Everything is nothing more than
Theories, theories, theories.
Turn your back on these absurdities;
Trust, instead, the ancient, sacred texts
That offer immutable, unquestionable truths.
How ludicrous the idea that
The world is more than 10,000 years old,
(Carbon dating of fossil rocks is just mambo-jumbo)
The universe and all creation
Were made in six days,
God, tiring after all that work,
(Wouldn't you after working 24/6?)
Rested on the seventh day.
It's there in black and white,
For everyone to see.
(Assuming you've read the right version)
Men were created from a clod of clay,
(Or mud, but you get the point)
Women from the rib of man
(Which is why they should be subservient to men).
What nonsense from biologist and paleontologist
That claim we evolved from micro-organisms and apes,
This notion is total sacrilege, a blasphemy.
Life is too complicated, too complex to just evolve,
Intelligent Design is the only answer,
All the talk to the contrary is nonsensical hyperbole.
God made everything happen.
Read the holy texts, the truth is as obvious,
As plain as the tip of your nose.
Everyone knows that all the anthropological data,
All the purported archeological digs,
With reports of dinosaurs and missing links,
Are fabricated to fit nerd scientists' preconceived notions of
What they would like everyone to believe.
When in doubt, refer to the holy texts,
You will see all the unsubstantiated, ludicrous claims
For what they really are:
Trash, trash, and more trash.
Do not bother me with your facts, or
Your scientific data or findings;
In the end, everything boils down to more idiotic theories.
Have unquestioning, blinding, and total faith,
Read the holy texts and they will set you free.
So, the next time someone questions your beliefs,
Claiming there is no merit or facts to support them,
Remind them that to question the word of God
Will send them, along with their theories,
Straight to hell.
Amen!
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 6:19 PM UTC
increasing the yield potential of a crop
has been the aim of Monsanto
with great efficiency
this company has hit on a jackpot
it holds a monopoly on agricultural products
yet Monsanto are selling
a very dodgy line of seeds
the cornmeal and wheat
has not a taste
which is truly sweet
people must become educated
in what they eat
the Monsanto Company
don't tell of adverse findings
about products that it vends
they bring many cancers
which affect men women and children
we all want a wholesome loaf of bread
one that hasn't had it wheat
genetically tampered with
we all deserve clean and unadulterated
food on our plates
to decrease those ever rising
cancer rates
Monsanto is a company
who cares little for our health
Monsanto is a company
who has only an interest
in making profits and wealth
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
Simple yet delicate findings come to mirror my emotions (m)
I have half a notion to hide from them, like I do my reflection (n)
The coarse expectations from peers leave me drowning (m)
And I know I can't go around allowing them to control me (n)
If I walk the path that isn't made for me then there is no light that dwells in the dim tunnel
and the trouble is ,my tunnel is supposed to end with you, You're supposed to be the light that shines on me and right on through . I'll be the prism of colors you yearn for when depression hovers over you
Just a Vegas city boy
And a Kansas city girl
Sometimes they are never home
And Sometimes it makes me feel like an unopened expired bag of M&N;'s
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
its tha return of tha gangsta thanks to ya
too many blacks out here livin' they life in fear
families seeing tears problems tier
blurry visions make it hard to see clear my dear
cant get through the atmosphere
feel me it's the return of the gangsta I'd like to thank ya
Malcolm for giving me the principles and reaching a few people's
opening minds to grinds and you'll find
me chilling on the corner puffing marijuana yep I'm a gonna
in society outlaw outcast put my thoughts on blast
techs is humming cuz I smell war coming armies drumming
po folks crying innocent victims dying
for no apparent reasons caught in daily treasons which gives me a reasons to put an end to Americas sin but too many folks stuck in
a fantAsy called reality in actuality
they plotting our burials G
troops overseas findings empty caves so the government can make saves war profiteers racketeering gangsters hustlers
exposing lies don't be a busta like a Douglass no diamonds in my cutlass couldn't move so I had cut less people out of my circle I'm nerdy as urkel yea my intellect carefully selects
what's real from reality I envision myself as well as my enemies in a fatality so battling me I was made for war built off the backs of my ancestors sore yea white house was built by the slaves for white supremacy kind of irony they sayin' my folks was lazy?
worked up from Sun up to Sun down
I can't believe my folks walking with they heads towards the grounds
how bout we get mad and let off gun sounds pound for pound
you know they can't hang with us
that's why they had to make laws against us
scared of rise and corruptions ain't a surprise through the eyes
of real people who realize pain ain't a substitution for happiness bliss
I guess I was sunkissed
by wisdom mouth open hail Mary entered me and told me
we all family eyes lit no **** no fit nothing
but a glowing brain exemption of fame down goes my name
in the book of life made wisdom my wife
she took my arm she's my charm
as I glance at the souls gunned down on plantations farms gangsta....
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
My brain is knotted to my head with ties I should unravel.
I guess it doesn’t do me any good to sit and think.
And in my dreams I’m in a boat and then the current makes it sink
and blood just pours into the ocean til I’m left with feeling weak
and these thoughts burn inside me deeper than the comfort that I seek.
It’s all a waste
and what’s the point if I would let my findings go
if it meant I’d see the outline of my sharp and brittle bones?
Clinging to every song I hear to search it for a kind of purpose
I could try to find a God to show me all this isn’t worthless.
Perhaps there was a word you said that made me keep on crawling
past the people who have told me I should focus on my calling.
Or perhaps it was a word you never stuck around to say
and I am left here on my own to try to seize these god **** days.
My mind is a machine creating thoughts that are contrived
and they can see the insincerity that’s dripping from my eyes.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 3:28 PM UTC
When we found out we weren’t the Center of the Universe
It shook the core of our collective selfish selves.
We called the findings blasphemous
We charged the scientists as heretics
We realized we were less than specks of dust
But worse off because metacognition is unrelenting.
After all these years
The stars remain indifferent to our presence
But we study them all the same
Doting them like a school girl obsessing over a secret crush
Extrapolating their composition while they don’t bat an eye
Humbled at the horrific beauty:
A lonely planet orbiting all too busy universe.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 1:10 PM UTC
Do I believe
There's been a breakthrough
With some significant findings
Through time-released research:
Using study groups,
Control rats,
And free range monkeys?
The announcement's delivered
By a team of thesbians,
And once I was convinced,
I took a decisive step
To get the Japanese water filter.
I almost felt philanthropic
Knowing third world countries
Benefit from my purchase.
I was, I think,
Deceived by a soporific placebo.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
They show me vast expanse of virginal lands.
They tell me words like breathtaking and lush.
They gaze at dusty trees and sprawling sands.
They point and gasp and they hum and they hush.
They show me all of Uganda at once,
Holding the globe in their palm and their whim;
They capture it with their drones, blazing guns,
Riding jeeps that cut jungles to a trim.
Their mirrors shine brighter than all the suns
They show me with praise and awe to the brim.
They rant about how clean, and how unbound,
How pure, as they yell and laugh and drop their
Trash, but not their attitudes, to the ground.
They cut through grass and leave cracks in their wake.
They screen their footage and their findings on
Flat-screens and talk of wonder and splendour,
Five-stars in forests and lights blinding on,
Massacring on hot days in December.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
I ponder the what ifs and will be's.
What if I love you with all that's left?
Will it be enough?
What if I open my heart to a new beginning?
Will it be taken lightly or will it take my life by storm?
What if you love me back?
Will it be enough to put back all the pieces that are missing?
What if you break through to me?
Will it open my eyes to the beauty that is invisible to me?
You are seemingly perfect..
Your closed eyes carefully speak into my soul.
Is it too soon to say I see you?
Is it too soon to say I know you?
When is the time to speak up on my findings?
Yesterday? Tomorrow.. right now in this moment?
You sleep so peacefully next to me as I grasp your hand softly.
Do you know? Can you feel the reality of a heartbroken heart dying to be fixed?
Dying to be wanted.
Dying to be let free.
What if I told you?
My heart goes to form words that my brain screams will destroy me.
Can you keep a secret?
I want to wake you with reality.
I want to wrap my thoughts with a bow and give them to you with no warning.
Will you be there to accept my flaws of the past but hope for the future?
Stop my mind yells.
I can't take it.
Let me free my heart screams.
I need to be known.
I whisper to you as you lay oblivious to the hope in my eyes and fear in my heart.
Can you keep a secret?
I kiss your hand and close my eyes.
The room is silent but my soul is in hysterics.
Can you keep a secret?
I open my eyes, slightly afraid of letting my heart take lead.
Can you keep a secret?
My mind begs me to find solitude in the silence.
Begs me to find content with being alone.
Can you keep a secret?
I say aloud.
Silence...
I love you.
I close my eyes and smile,
Knowing this secret will be kept.
I slumber knowing the possibility of reject is none.
I awake in the morning to find you staring into me.
Your mind free. Your heart oblivious to the gift I have given it.
As if they could speak, your brown eyes seem to say quietly, in fear of your own heart knowing the secret..
Your secret is safe with me.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
Misconception....
Altered lives to say the least
Misrepresentation like a fake agent....
He was the best uncle I've ever had
The only uncle that took time for my little league games
Made trips to the hospital to sign my cast on my broken arm
Made certain trips no other uncles would make
He was my best and favorite uncle...
He played his role just right
Couldn't nobody take that away from him
Not even the man that help created me bothered to even show his face when I was born
He was my favorite uncle
Took me in his home with his family at the age of 15
A troubled teen with no father figure
I guess my mother figured my uncle was the ONLY father figure I had
For over two years now I've claimed them as my own...
His daughter and his son treat me like nothing else but family
Come to find out... My uncle is my dad... Shocked to the conclusion of my situation
My findings of this from an aunt that came to visit the home without any knowledge of US not knowing but her and my uncle, I mean dad...
I have no words to describe that moment except.... He was the best uncle
And the worse dad I've ever had....
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
Misconception....
Altered lives to say the least
Misrepresentation like a fake agent....
He was the best uncle I've ever had
The only uncle that took time for my little league games
Made trips to the hospital to sign my cast on my broken arm
Made certain trips no other uncles would make
He was my best and favorite uncle...
He played his role just right
Couldn't nobody take that away from him
Not even the man that help created me bothered to even show his face when I was born
He was my favorite uncle
Took me in his home with his family at the age of 15
A troubled teen with no father figure
I guess my mother figured my uncle was the ONLY father figure I had
For over two years now I've claimed them as my own...
His daughter and his son treat me like nothing else but family
Come to find out... My uncle is my dad... Shocked to the conclusion of my situation
My findings of this from an aunt that came to visit the home without any knowledge of US not knowing but her and my uncle, I mean dad...
I have no words to describe that moment except.... He was the best uncle
And the worse dad I've ever had....
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 12:35 PM UTC
When it's in the air
you'll not know what it
is at first, but once you
smell it once you never
forget
It lingers there as you walk
through it, hanging
in the air as prokaryotic
pill shaped molecules
It always smells different
but the symptoms are
as follows
words stuck in the back
of your throat,
sweaty palms and shortness
of breath
a sense of longingness
juxtaposed
with a sense of fear
An overwhelming need
to communicate all the
new thoughts on your
stone written findings
of what we need to survive
Don't be alarmed, or rush
off to the doctor thinking
"There is something wrong
with me"
We all breathe this in,
multiple times in our lives,
Love's pathogens have a way,
of infiltrating our senses and
controlling our thoughts and
actions like our physical bodies
are more of a third party parasite
to what our souls need
to feed on.
So don't choke on your words,
reach out with dry hands for hers,
the fear will always be there,
because that's love
and this is how we react
when it is in
the air.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
I regret to inform you,
That my days on this Earth,
Have borught nothing new,
And are as useless as my birth,
I regret to inform you,
That the people in my surroundings,
Do not interest me with their findings,
And they are not people I can turn to,
I regret to inform you,
That very few people have a clue,
Of what they are doing,
Or what they should be pursuing,
I regret to inform you,
That pain is not beautiful,
It is only moveable,
To those of you who feel blue,
I regret to inform you,
That most of you were aware,
Of the thoughts I'm sharing with you,
But most people don't care,
They want to be oblivious,
To what is obvious,
Stop running away from the truth,
Or it will just come back and haunt you
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
together
a man and woman
can do
things any one wouldn't imagine.
they could pretend as lovers,
and secretly in their dark minds
plan to rob,
all that are
fascinating in each other,
so that their mutual jealousy
will subdue for the time being.
life gets complex
in each passing day
we are aware.
we had been bitter rivals,
now every other hour
you call me in between.
you research on weather
which i also know, alarmingly changes.
the Psunami relief work
they undertook in 2005
in Kerala coast
is still incomplete!
people suffer
who cares?
human lives are more at risk
than ever;
that's my current work
commissioned by the government.
(would any one listen to the findings?
i doubt)
cynicism is rampant
but no one complains;
as if it is a luxury
of the privileged!
we meet here
in the middle ground
many mistook us as man and wife
families have become
imagined places where
things would happen like clock work;
but fail to keep up with the expectations.
individuals get exasperated as families begin to stifle.
i love your new dress
all i propose to do is
slowly undress you
like in that absurd play we acted, disjointed scenes
but the audience was in raptures.
free from physical ******* of clothes,
let's take a dip in this hot springs,
i will wash you with my hands, lovingly.
the water treatment,
the caresses of elements
our burning hearts will
get tranquilized.
we can put on our dresses
and go back
as rivals as
we were.
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 2:05 AM UTC
Kylie
A song bird with a broken wing the cancer like the archer’s arrow pierced the breast the spirit widens
Under storm laden skies from inward hush and silence an opening umbrella of prayer provides a shield
The buffeted retreats to sheltering rocks and finds the hidden stream within depths blessed bindings
In warmest recesses your steps guided by the unseen over and through this dark passing new findings
With down cast eyes you continue the dark streets the home of the sick and the broken pain unspoken
You came upon these deep downward steeps from the flood lights and euphoric accolades of fame
Before your lyrical melodies were joyful expressive now will carry weighty and knowing sterling acclaim
Mined from troubles hard unrelenting walls finally the richest golden ore through your feelings pour
A little ease by the mystical dreams when sleep restores still withdrawn faces in the moonlight so pale
For a time at heaven you rail to costly you barter all that is thine to own backed by a great pink brigade
You fight with unstoppable courage you lead the march you find ground unvisited you go on without fail
Beaconing to legions behind encouraging you carry the burning torch showing the way through the dark
This my only desire I stand in this human body frail knowing my limitations but from the fight I call you
Don’t be afraid and never say give up to many are depending your touch glorious women you defend
Say in song the mystery you found in a city all alone you met sisters not age defined all filled with youth
In your face I see the unexplainable the untraceable a strength born from conflict a secret knowing
This is dedicated to Kylie Minouge Melissa Eatheridge and all breast cancer survivors
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 9:13 AM UTC
When I was inlove with you, I would always look for you. I would look for you in poetry and in book passages, I would look for you through music and aestheticly pleasing pictures with texts of what I feel about you. I would look for you at night amongst the stars. But oh, You are so far away from me, physically and emotionally. It was to the point where I had to find you in every thing that I love. But, now that you broke me, I try to not look for you anymore. I try to avoid the things I love, just so that I wouldn’t be able to find you. But I still do. It hurts, It hurts too much. The stars don’t shine anymore, that’s how I know, I don’t want to look for you anymore.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC
Wishes.
Ways to project
The butterflies
And the carnal
Instinct.
A faerie dances,
Shackles lock
And ***********
Occurs; a mental
State; reached
Toward any
Outcome.
Outburst of
(Final)
Findings: Salved mystery.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
I hope this ol' train breaks down,
So i can see,
The inside of your mind sweetie,
its opening up, one crack at a time.
One family member closer,
One 4 month closer.
Your mind, will forever be a maze,
and I will forever explore,
each word you spoke,
to much love for one world.
Our loves bleeds onto others.
These conners of your heart,
is just enough room for my findings.
Hold me closer, pin me down.
And never forever longer frown.
You have me, and you have my hands.
Hold them, rub them, ring them left
because you will have been a theft,
of my ever curious mind.
Mrs. CC, Baby Claire, and Lovebug,
the names I never thought I'd hear,
from those nights in a red corvett
To the days we spent
sperate hearts
much to far apart
can make one love,
with many unworthy words,
and to much unwasted time,
and many memories:
Baby i could spend a life time
folding away these late night memories
into my deep rolling brain waves.
My dreams are lucky to be holding you tonight.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC