"foci" poems
spring’s breath hums on your face
sits upon a fencepost, hawk-like and stoic
its infant rays nuzzle, organized and coded
its beauty, slightly bothersome
to the man who mistook god’s warmth as permanent
all planets in space operate between two foci
and ted hughes wrote “crow” as a bedtime story
for the lovers he abandoned
what I’m trying to say is this:
spring will leave earth
like a two-faced lover
but never forget the monday you shared with her
as she breathed winter’s hangover
down your holy throat
for that is something memorable
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
*this American crossroads
on a cold winter night..
parallel people observed
their laptops and smartphones
foci of isolated attention
connecting to elsewhere..
no central cheer
as might be conjured
in older places with
a warm central stove..
coffee art on the wall
seemed stagnant ignored..
youthful waiters serve up
Gold Coast Joe
Blonde Roast
to customers soon to
sit down and withdraw..
headlines in the NYT rack
reports political struggles
parallels of scale..
a barrenness..
these are parallel times...*
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
take some time to count, to verb
some syllables for some wrecked
page. a Lostman's book in ****
tered thought; nature, and death,
and sole body. then, when she talked
about her better years as those of
drug-induced past-life. younger than
yesterday kinda years. that which finds
metronome slowing, the Universe energy
vibrating weaker while growth found in
apathy, and solid death of purposeful
movement.
then a shot,
that moment to break from wretched self-
criticism -- that post-idyllic criticism --
that which hinders forward movement.
the shot,
which finds contentedness thru some
repetitious mentality . .
[lost it]
. . repetitious fallacy?
[got it]
let's leave some break for transmigration
in thought to prelude of forward movement.
understanding now is not enough; but
agreement in hast. but dissolution to that self-
efface hit rapid. brought back, her thought
of the younger than yesterday years; now,
now is the greatest point of any a count-
less past-life. from them, no matter a sweating
season, the Long Dark, or the cycle-seasons,
all is now. and never
did she or i talk of the past again.
our foci, [one second]
drawn to point of second and next second upon
following and on for another. now, shivery
wine-drunk, reminiscent of tiny furnace and
woolen blanket apartment. that now,
that was true striving of second successful ***** Den.
a great thought downfall; she's been long gone.
[next second now]
she complained of the wind. her eyes were freezing,
she said; her life has begun to bore her, she said.
we moved to playground and climbed in the
slide; a nice dampening. cold plastic barely felt for
her. this Long Dark, and in it, an always fleeting
warmth. [break
to **** for concision in thought]
now then, a diner, of course this face is known. they also
know a companion vacant. asked of, pleasant enough;
responded, well enough.
[disheartened, well enough]
and then, wholly intrinsic with a blasphemous self-
Oralee while passing time trying to think. unable,
if only for sole point of trying. and epochs worth,
thought and gone; now compulsive, now unres-
ponsive, now chewing lips because they're part gum.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 5:58 AM UTC
Persistent places
Sequent occupations of the landscape diachronically
Consisting of Action, Search, and Awareness Spaces
Action Spaces
The foci of people comprehensively
Interacting with their place
Search Spaces
Where people go
To fulfill specific needs
Awareness Spaces
Those places people are aware of
But do not interact directly
These spaces that appear as palimsests
Accumulated layers of action, search and awareness
Comprehending persistent places is to understand the past
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
Where the church bell gapes
at its golden discs gain the airy steep.
Where the eagle deposits its
majestic soar, a mass of feather and
talon--Empyrean's doormat.
Where Icarus stroked wax wing
through the sepia ambiance of his
mind.
Where the hermit broke 'neath after
decade of reclusion.
Where star discloseth foci to
dime the dead of space.
Where striven peace's tangled root
whistles extolling.
Where an aerodynamic corpus
unsheathed horizon, parting palpebras....
surging the seen, unseen.
All's apparent aqua blue, transparent
***** outspread portent pregnant of
blessing.
O sky--every soul's once-over,
immaculate conceptions...ex nihilo.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
A
Not No Logos, Klein.
What about anti-logo
Using the figure as the foci
But leaving the message in the medium
Both in the back and foreground
Then we yell fore and the foreground becomes the background
2
Always remembering hierarchy but always forgetting Plutarch
Is this is a disambiguation?
Did I confuse Parallel Lives with Plutarchy?
3
So we grid it out.
GOTO Vitruvio ...
4
Trying hard to balance can create imbalance this we rationalize through irrationality.
3.14159265359 ...
5
Symmetry ... .. . ~ . .. ... assymetrY
Stressing the *** in asymmetry
And what about the meeting of Apollo and Dionysus and the Apollonian/Dionysian duality?
6
Rhythm:
3:3 ; 4:4 ; 7:4 ; salt peanuts . .. ... windtalkers
7
White space is an access point for flow, Tao, source .... this is where my batteries recharge
8
Every element is mindfully placed; an element of gestalt ism "shape form", is this analogous to timespace?
Is the whole other than the sum of its parts? GOTO Miller-Urey II nested inside Babylon Falling
Both are self organizing, none the less. Such wholesome folk we are.
9
The patterns found in isolation parallel both linear and crossing elements and the instructions always coming from a double helix. GOTO The Dance of the Double Helix
... and always adding depth and motion ... kinematic to the statics. GOTO Introducing Happiness
10
Type faces are interfaces so be consistent ... you Paranoid Android!
J
Always K.I.S.S.ing
Q
And in motion means modularity is a must
K
Peaks and valleys can be better understood at the Red Onion or maybe just by peeling back the layers (of life)
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
Tears of blood run down a snow white face.
Doubly compounded purity, sanguine and ancient.
Dancing flames infuse the veins of life,
Consanguinity is a curious riddle.
New blood merges with old; when they meet sparks fly.
These sparks develop, building ideas, lives and Gifts.
Psyche, breath and spirit are passed down.
Lineage, loyalty, honour and creed encompass all through these ties.
The dual lusts; both for blood; fulfil their purpose.
Eyes cloud scarlet red until they are sated.
The shedding, sharing and spawning of blood.
These are the foci of this world.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
Like two foci of an elliptical, your eyes entice me cause my cardiac muscles, to palpitate
As I estimate the distance between us
I have arrived at the conclusion that you are sitting approximately 5 feet and 11 inches away from me, 7 and half millimeters closer than yesterday.
As you sit there and I calculate your potential energy.
I find myself wishing I could change Y= mx+b into Y=you next to me, you are my complementary angle.
I long to whisper that newton law was just created for you.
Of course that not true, but logic doesn't matter anymore because my feelings for you are growing exponentially.
Like radiation you penetrate through my skin, you watched my veins branch like fractals
Like absolute zero, all molecules within me halted in that movement,your centripetal force sent me spinning when they say opposite attracts each other.
It figures seeing as the probability for you noticing me is exactly 1 in 10,032 but I long to coined my name on a love letter, you are my pascal behind my triangle.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
A Game of superior gametes,
My 46ers in the race to conceive
A business/economic Theory of Warfare
To guarantee/certify myn own survival
For my 23ers --> The Olympic Swimmers!
If the potentiality of Life in the Multi-verse
Is obviously a sure thing,
Then it's Intelligent Life-forms
That are the abnormally; an abomination
To an empty Entity interested only in
Inflicting pain and suffering and misery to the Masses;
Perhaps justifiably, perhaps not...who cares?
It's not Nature's way --> She is indifferent,
But not unaware of One species
Destroying essential habitat for no lasting reward.
She is here now - be careful! We need
To re:think our primary endeavours;
Let's try to ameliorate the damage;
Conserve what little's left whilst
Not foreclosing the whole kit and caboodle:
Sustainable resourcing without guilt.
A Quadruple bottom line, with a different foci -->
People and Environment over Time and Wherewithal.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
to those who are struggling out loud or in silence, this is for you.
whether you have a broken heart, life is falling apart, you might've failed art, or you're simply looking for a restart--carry on and don't allow yourself to fall apart.
azure skies scintillating above us all when our facades intertwine but nighttime is when the authentic sentiment starts to really shine. and it turns out, you're really not fine. you've been doing this dance of disguise for quite some time now like a second nature routine and falling in between, but you were never really seen. you feel like it'll never get better and **** i know exactly what you mean.
summer dream ripped at the seam, and now you're stifling a frustrated scream as you begin to once again rediscover your self-esteem. i'm here to tell you it's always been there; you just have to scrutinize otherwise this self-deprecation will really result in your demise.
foci laced with confusion as you wonder why you're enduring this circumstance, it's because you stand a fighting chance.
you are a person that struggle will never be able to define. you are so amazing and doing all that you can to overcome your troubles so just like those emotions--you can shine. maybe you aren't now, but you will be fine and i will be cheering you on from the frontline in every given timeline.
life may be hard for all of us, but you are never alone. the weight of life and stress that comes with it is no longer yours to bear. grab a chair so you can sit and stare while i take care of this nightmare since we have no ******* clue how it got there.
it takes a while to repair a wounded heart, so prepare for the long journey ahead and take care.
life is difficult, but none of us have to endure alone. remember to breathe, reach out to your loved ones, and let them take the burden off your shoulders so you can rest awhile.
love always,
katrina
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 1:49 PM UTC
Amici ci aspetta una barca e dondola
nella luce ove il cielo s'inarca
e tocca il mare, volano creature pazze ad amare
il viso d'Iddio caldo di speranza
in alto in basso cercando
affetto in ogni occulta distanza
e piangono: noi siamo in terra
ma ci potremo un giorno librare
esilmente piegare sul seno divino
come rose dai muri nelle strade odorose
sul ***** che le chiede senza voce.
Amici dalla barca si vede il mondo
e in lui una verità che precede
intrepida, un sospiro profondo
dalle foci alle sorgenti;
la Madonna dagli occhi trasparenti
scende adagio incontro ai morenti,
raccoglie il cumulo della vita, i dolori
le voglie segrete da anni sulla faccia inumidita.
Le ragazze alla finestra annerita
con lo sguardo verso i monti
non sanno finire d'aspettare l'avvenire.
Nelle stanze la voce materna
senza origine, senza profondità s'alterna
col silenzio della terra, è bella
e tutto par nato da quella.
941
Mammon, their false god of avarice, says,
their 'final solution', extinction,
to steal everyone's everything,
can't be stopped, notseeism will rule.
"...We(e),..." bay, nay, you will be separated from
the State, as the Constitution dictates, the people
will rise again, your treason will end, Oyate.
Somatic revolution, each one's foci of attention
solutioning with all life, betwixt Earth and Sky,
evincing to be alival, not survival, lifting sights,
inspiring visions, meditations, actions, sweats to Sundance.
While we look to the 7 th generation, with our climate crisis strike,
starting 9-20-19 and 'the Green New Deal', we also mournfully remember
'Wounded Knee', 12-29-1890, where 300 Native Americans were exterminated.
Most of them were women, kids, a root of our king-kong sized terrible-two's
current war on kids, mostly Latinos. I would fly just for a day, as a mayfly,
the Beauty Way, if I were more me, rather than as long as an eagle flies,
selling out, destroying, killing. Viva la evolucion. Wakan Tanka.
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 6:11 AM UTC
' Life's signs
' and meanings
' perceived by
' all our senses
' and being's
' foci of attention,
' can divine
' from within
' and without.
' That's if our inner-eye
' isn't clouded by
' false-ego,
' self-conscious self,
' or doubt.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 2:15 PM UTC
What motherhood is
rediscovering
your whole being
in these multiple foci of endless universes
Finding spots of
happiness
hidden amongst
These oblique moments of time
Learning that
salvation
is
Her
And within
Her
coarse form of courage
to take it
One step a day
Two breaths in
One slow, really slow out
And still
when she goes out
She'll do so brightly
With that genuine smile
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 5:44 AM UTC
When every moment is
Struggling with every
Fiber to inspire, expire
Breath, feeling is a
Dream deferred,
Unrealizable, they say.
Yet, to feel builds emotions,
Power innate, the thread
Interweaving the fabric of life.
Though, pro-science projects
Thought is power, sensing,
Just informing, to be processed
By our computer, brain, for
Exigent programming.
Yet, conscience intuits that
Thoughts are emoting, voiced.
...That fear is naught, but,
Shadows of past's un-integrated
Experiences, cast over our
Presence and future. While both,
Integral to realizing insight,
Growth, balance and movement,
Are necessary to humanity.
"La Machine", uses them to rote
Us into un-being an efficacious part
And parcel of it, an automaton.
More, better mechanistic survival,
The reason for human being,
In societies' eye. Who dares to
Disagree, all in for a penny, in
For a pound, mostly, decay bound.
Sides, delusions, clouding their eyes.
Though, feelings hibernating
Emerge with strength, through
Discipline, which Castaneda relates
As, "the art of feeling awe", they
Can be concentrated. Focusing,
Realizing reality on wing,
Imbued co-creation in flight.
As well, what of our soma's foci of
Attention, solutioning all life,
Through myriad interrelations?
What of the breadth of our
Perceptions, the depth of every-
Ones earthen interconnections?
...Of the intimacy, hearts fathoms,
Touch's immediacy, aural artistry?
Mammon says, "what of it", being
Doesn't make money, take control,
Projections do. "We" say, they're
Le raison d'etre, potentia evolving,
Humane being, alival. I would be
Just for a day, as a mayfly, if I were
More me, rather, than as long as
An eagle flies, selling out, killing.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC
atheistic scissors:
the definite article (the)
& the indefinite article (a)
so as consciousness
begins within the context
of a- (loss) of ego,
it's still a persistent
direct article (the)...
thus the unconscious
begins within the context
of no a- (loss) of ego to begin
with; meaning:
there was never any ego
to begin with...
i.e. an invoking
of an indirect article;
the randomness of dreams,
and our lack of control
thereof...
i still persist in thinking
that the subconscious
if fake, the medium easily
abused by sophistry
or therefore a lack of...
i.e. in proper disguise,
guiding the most effective
subversion of
the righteous vectors...
nonetheless,
to me there are still only two incissors
into an anti-freudian compass
of directing a marathon's course,
no trinity, no three tier
encompass of an "identity"...
no **** sapiens* either...
the split (schizoi) man...
beginning with the scissors
that are united within
the grammatical
category of articles,
such that we always seem to be
reduced toward legal terms
of the american constitution
and their amendments:
revisions that
become reiterations...
and what original?
what original?!
there was never any original
by current-affairs' standards!
id and the unconscious,
superego and the subconscious,
ego and consciousness -
hence the quasi-noun status of
index finger's
pressure "pointing"
at something,
that's a quality focus,
that descriptive mechanism
conjuring noun-foci,
that are nothing
but tarantula bites
of injecting the venom
of frau zensieren,
and yes, the practice is
feminine,
in the continental sense
moving outside the safety of
approving gender to
inanimate objects....
that are also noun-pools
of quicker-stepping in a tango
of spreschen...
some verbs can be
elevated to the nonsense
in the anglophone zeitgeist of
now... gender neutrality
cannot exist in the pronoun
category...
go to quebec,
and order a gender neutral
noun's worth of a coffee &
a bagel...
while sitting on a homosexual
chair, resting your elbows
on a hermaphrodite table...
looking at a "cis-gender" wall,
while talking lesbian
about animal rights...
you know that cain was a vegetarian?
these days russia
looks so much less menacing that
mainstream media deems it to be
so...
in this war, which is cold war II...
u.s.a. is the enemy...
sorry...
but when every citizen turns into
a *babushka ******
fuck it, i'm out, i'm bankrupt...
i can appreciate a ****** in a position
of power within a government...
but when ordinary people
turn into hitlers?!
**** it... i'm out...
i'm playing poker with a joker card.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC