"finiteness" poems
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**•not all
of us were born
with the gift of health
•not all were born into a
bassinet fashioned out of
gold•but all of us here, be-
stowed with a treasure tro-
ve of literary wealth•an e-
ndowment to last a life-
time, that never gets
old•one must
take it
and s-
oar to
great-
er hei-
ghts..•
...ones
should
never...
forsake
such a
boon •
let the
...black-
ness of
our ink
coat......
the em-
ptiest of
nights •
let the p-
ermanen-
ce in our
words over-
whelm...
the**
finiteness
of the
silver spoon•
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
when I catches of you in I’s mind
at once I converts to a cloud in the sky
because I knows a cloud is no different than you
a basketball bounces to draw the boundaries of a back yard
a bearer space made of sounds of a game
cloud is such a temporary vessel
carrying you’s finiteness
or I’s desire of home coming
distances in between disqualify
exemplifying all I ness outside
you becomes I
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
907
Till Death—is narrow Loving—
The scantest Heart extant
Will hold you till your privilege
Of Finiteness—be spent—
But He whose loss procures you
Such Destitution that
Your Life too abject for itself
Thenceforward imitate—
Until—Resemblance perfect—
Yourself, for His pursuit
Delight of Nature—abdicate—
Exhibit Love—somewhat—
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There are so many
Ways to live by
Numerous routes
One could
Take in their
Lifetime
It exhausts me
Just to
Think about it
There are so many
Quotations to
Memorize and
Organize and
Believe in
People forget those
One's
Never followed
Anyone
Their vice of
Self - fulfillment or
Self - worth or
Self - righteousness or
Self - obsession
Left them alone and
Mad
Most of the time
But that's
The way
It goes...
There are so many
Lifestyles around me
They dilute people
That live it
To have a strange
Horrifying
Glaze across their eyes
As if they were
Robots or
The Undead or
-even worse-
Brimming with illusory
Finiteness or
Settling with the
Result
As if
This were
It
All this
Has been happening
Since the dawn
Of
Time
Cavemen opted for
Deer fur
Rather then
Bear fur
Harder to **** a bear
It is those
Tiny things that
Mother Nature
-The *****
Leads us to
As if we were
Blind right
From the
Start
Powerless against
Her
Shackled at the
Beginning
Make do
With what you've got
Sit back and
Let life
Reveal itself
Day in
And
Day out
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 4:14 AM UTC
I know I'll write poems about you long after you're gone
I'll dream about your hands when mine are withered and creased
But I'll hold you while you're here and embrace the time we have
Jan 18, 2022
Jan 18, 2022 at 6:51 PM UTC
Perhaps everything that has ever existed will exist forever in the psychic clarity of God. Retrospectively retroactive's omniscient ubiquity. Objectified manifest's infinite possibilities exponentially
extemporaneous eidetic prospectus perpetrates incorporeity ideology's perfectible ontology.
Imagination's immaturities would seem to purvey that these things are irrefragably inevitable in the light of noumenal sentience's semantic regalia. Astral projection's distance traveled time spent's dynamic progressiveness to clairaudience clairvoyance existential extremity.
Spatiotemporal telemetry tactician's trajectory extant is totally tangential. Extravagantly exorbitant's flirtatious flamboyance to flippantly flighty flit-ness. Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugue-ness estranged ensemble orchestrations and all. Some of us are even into the various assorted forms of related stranger weirdness, similar states of analogous collusion and ancillary subordinateness. Laboriously beleaguering hypercritically meticulous tedium, excruciating exacerbations of autonomous avarice.
I'd like to think that these arguments have leverage on the reconnaissance reconnoiter. Mentality's osteopathic prescience is an empirical substance. Psychokinesis is an art. Eclectic synectics's social contiguities zoomorphic zoolatry to demagoguery could raise us all to new heights of enigmatism and leave our corporeally preternatural finiteness endowed with a fidelity that exceeds itself, foreshadowing life's mysteries. No more dour droll dreary ochlocracy of an oligarchy. Stolid stoic bailiff's rake-ness rails, vicarious recalcitrance for all!
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 12:34 PM UTC
Metaphor is not a bridge over the abyss between madness & the sublime;
It is only a signpost pointing to it.
If there is an end to the abyss it is merely your finiteness.
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 8:50 PM UTC
You were a close call
A swift brush with catastrophe
As we sat through the sets
Smiling at each other as we
Mouthed the words to our favorite songs
And you paid for my ticket.
Just a close call
As we snuck looks
Through the stacks of old
Dusty records
And you talked emphatically
About your favorites
And I listened admiring your voice
Closer still
Than our hands as we
Walked through the streets
Much more silent than
My internal battle on
Whether or not to hold your hand
(Much to my simultaneous relief and
Disappointment, I didn’t)
But I avoided disaster
Involving either embarrassment
And the torture of
rejection twice faced
Or the sheer finiteness
Of what could have been
(I’ve seen how that story
Has ended and I’ve
Destructed from less)
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 1:51 PM UTC
The great need for forgiveness is an order of life
An adage of reciprocity
That lies and thrives on our own cynical behavior
The finiteness of our lives tells us that perfection escapes us
Emotionally as humans we're complex
Flaw-full creatures of an imperfect nature
Finding every reason
To mount our opinions and judgments on others so we can escape our own dread
By calling someone else's life
The night of the living dead
We see ourselves as clean instead of the filthy people we are
Because it allows us to see everyone else's trouble more easily
But are we not all troubled
Have we not all in our own ways
In our own minds
Each of us at different times
Needed God to rewind
Or fast forward past time
So we can get past that thing or two
We don't want anybody else to see
Or is it just me
Am I the only one
Who's book of life is chapter after chapter full of God's grace
Am I the only one
Who's hand God gave when I was **** near in my grave
You look down on others
But when it was us that were scathed
Did he not show compassion
And grace
And mercy
And love
And peace
Salvation
And kindness
Forgiving someone isn't all of a sudden suffering from a case of blindness
No, it's a change of the heart
Spiritual mindedness
Where the focus is about putting anger and bitterness aside
Forgiveness is not having to hide
Many people feel they’ve been so wronged
Angry for so long
They hate the world
And don’t know why
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
wisdom............it is done
raging powers unleashed have destroyed our world!
who needs it?!!!
possibly.....we.
yes!
.............i'm sure we do
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but perhaps there is a power!
an unknown special saving power!
a power that shall "unleash itself"
and save our world
probably not
but who knows for sure just what
shall happen here
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only LOVE!
(but even love is only love)
but it's OUR LOVE
but it's only love
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the greatest poets have gathered
thanking one another
and quite humbly so it seems
for reading and praising
eachother's poetry
oh god please
protect us from a fate like this
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real folks are gathering unseen
in the mountains
in the alleyways
ultimately
only in eachothers hearts and minds
only in the souls....divine
Jul 22, 2010
Jul 22, 2010 at 1:31 PM UTC
in my dreams and idle violence
I imagine that I’m loved and lovely,
that she rests upon my chest in silence,
her breath testing the finiteness
of my heart that ticks defiantly.
so tricky are these fickle dreams,
I hear no real beat beneath my bones.
where the river goes, so do the boats,
and daylight has decreed
that we are gone the way of ghosts.
Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 1:15 AM UTC
Too often the heart can do what the brain can't and puts the grey matter to sleep---it has no limits and is free as the wind, it is spaceless and encircles the whole universe. It is a mystery beyond the brain's finiteness.
THE HEART OR THE BRAIN?
In my youth I held
the brain to be superior to all
the seat of all wisdom
and the university dons said: 'the call
of genius lies
in grey matter-
nowhere else--you students should know
lest you academically falter'.
I wore my degree
on my sleeve
I could talk my way through
it only brought grief.
I found through the years and tears
reasoning and logic was dry as leaves in decay
I learnt to laugh and smile, I smelled the flowers
I talked to kids, I tried to write poetry and in every way
my childish innocence and wonder
returned and I was transformed and born again
I began to feel and understand life's mysteries
its wondrous joys and its every deep pain
and how profound was peace and contentment
(who ever dared say ' Knowledge is the end-
the door to bliss?' Trust not lofty philosophy
it's a cynic, a joy-destroyer and not a friend).
My heart is with me every moment
and with it I converse and only in it I place all my trust
my brain is arrogant, without warmth and obtrusive
garrulous and obtrusive---say goodbye to it I must.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
Maybe there must be Existence
For Non-Existence to exist,
Life for Death,
Death for Life,
Finiteness for Infinity,
You can work out the rest.
Love and hate, pain and pleasure,
All a continuum,
All inevitable.
Existence cannot be denied
Even if we live in a virtual world:
A fantasy penned
By who knows who?
For thinking is being,
We all know that.
So enjoy while you can
Before you get written
Out of the script.
Spring turns to summer now
In a seemingly endless circle
Even a globe.
Make the most of it
And party on
As best you can
In your own unique way.
Paul Butters
© PB 25\4\2020.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 3:13 PM UTC
***this is about what we call "pets"
about ownership..objectivity..
an anachronism now..?
the inner model of
consciousness-only
may provide a hint:
only consciousness Knows
not plants..not animals..not us..
that is a radical reversal
of our heretofore belief
that consciousness springs separately
from each compartment of life..
considering again:
only consciousness Knows
is aware..and is expressed in
every-thing..every-where..
this equality of Knowing
filters through our finiteness
our body and mind
and through our "pet" dog
and through the turtle at sea..
So.. we pause:
consciousness only..Knows***
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC