"frictional" poems
endless pacing
of these
subaquatic halls
almost catatonic
until I remember
how to think
and then
I cry
I should be
dead
I was dead
free from this
painful
existence
until something -
the WAU -
brought me back
in it's skewed mission
to preserve humanity
the WAU
stitched me
back together
with its gel of life
hardly human
hardly conscious
but conscious enough
to hate what I am
and cry
over my own existence
misery
then
anger
I am half
myself
half WAU
angry
craving to ****
hurt
end
whatever
stumbles across
my path
in my habitual
walks
through these corridoors
I see him
something else
another
who is aware
oh what I wouldn't
give
to have another
sentient creature
to curb my loneliness but-
NO!
STAY AWAY FROM ME!
the WAU
starts talking
**** him
he doesn't want you
to exist
he will
prevent you
from being with me
you need me
we need each other
he wants to end us
to end
life
he must be
extinguished
for the sake of
preserving
humanity
find him
chase him
**** HIM
in my pursuit
of the sentient
diving suit
I recognize
his fear
and my humanity
comes back to me
and I weep
he is
so afraid
of who I am
the Frankenstein
the predator
seeking prey
I cry
because this
is who I am
I cry
because I don't want
to hurt him
I cry
because I am
alive
constantly torn
between animalistic
rage
and the
self aware
misery
of realizing what I am
I want someone
to hold me
and make me feel
human
but
I don't want
any conscious creature
to get near me
for the WAU
is controlling
the strings of this puppet
it is the reason
I exist
it gives me the
sustenance
I need and crave
to keep on
hating my own existence
it will make me
****
anything that crosses my path
I think
and I weep
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
We were,
A treat to the eyes
A myth to their lies
The silver lining of innocence
In the end of a viscious tie
We were as painfully beautiful
As the sparks that fly out of two frictional objects
Wearing and tearing the edges apart
And yet, the little fireworks show attract audience
People really do love to observe destruction
First slowly yet steadily and then,
All at once
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
Breathless in the winters ewe,valentines the adolescent passion, smiless like a drought world,tears creating up a dam,heart breakers proccess,pronounce and procceed daily a day to remember,swimming, slimming tear fall.calf love will never take you down,it reaches your beautiful inside,traps and translate you'r kindnes into a devil evil's bin.smash your mind into darknes,calf love is a herd of brocken hearts,dissapointments,it inherite trust and close of honnesty but when u once own it,you will never re think,than to re use.sense the heat of frictional emotional force,calf love bunks,sticks and turn,lean above lime light and its ectacy,charge and interchange nor interacts the internal lies,calf love is a misery of ones soul
May 7, 2011
May 7, 2011 at 5:12 AM UTC
The need for love is obsolete - and dead
When life is so fast with frictional vice
Body on body turning in your bed
Betwixt the sheets with no love but still nice
No need for bitter moans, anger just lust
When a solo gains more credit than a
Duo torn by *** fading into dust
Grounded down into nothing day by day.
Whilst I exist without my mirror soul
Generates views of empty and hopeless
By lovers who will ask if I feel whole
And filling it with a vacant caress?
My answer is - I don't need any luck
'Cause frankly my dear, I don't give a ****
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC
We run our course
We go the extra mile
We stay up sustaining immortality
Our deaths turned round
Projects on behalf of Eros
When we usually preach Agape
We enact sequential art performed with grace
Luna tunes colored water splashable you
In person honey with unlimited shelf life
We mate across spanned labyrinths a maze
Combs ensconced with nectar leading back to queen
Our hive stops the minute drones bring home virus
Reconstructed renewability narrative needing update
Horton hears who made the sky say so much
Way past expiration date skids our frictional kiss
We could almost imagine eternity naming the date
Mutual assured destruction averted by forming pact
Loosens the chain reaction fused by fission escalated
To the max man’s post-apocalyptic grocery store tale
Sells e-foods gold light fear energy time bubble Dimension X
Dash between dates tombstoned selfie virtual cemetery
Tandem lovers pass together clasping each last breath alone
Little deaths punctuate like piano keys pluck cat gut strums
Enameled amber encased in static slabs conjoined by fringe elements
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
A bit of another story
for someday when we can
make the time,
to think how old river tales are,
those ones when a river is bent,
to the will of empires, using tiny
autonomic nanobots, scene human scale.
Here your mind crossed mine in all probability
exactly once, just
right, it all was just fine, grinding
to a halt,
frictional tension, old blisters recollected
as reminders, what the science misthought right,
and sold mysteriously, for the promise to pay
all the taxes you manage to squeeze,
from the cash cows digital representation,
brass bull, where once stood a golden calf,
in the blood of a red heifer and a white buffalo.
Mar 24, 2023
Mar 24, 2023 at 12:16 AM UTC
Who said you will be died at Israel?
The Holly land,
you made a frictional movie of Hollywood
You are a fake to your children
Cut off pen of peace,
Your homemade cluster bombs,
Killed humanity
The children of Gaza, Innocent pale petals
Euphoric face of prophet
And they only depends on the Allah -
And after Jesus
WE said
to the Children of Israel,
Dwell Ye in the Promised Land; and
when the time of the promise
of the Latter Days come,
WE shall bring you together
out of various people
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC
amid pentagrams
satelliting my mind
an outward location
of an ostentation
that lids a voyeuristic eye
to Da Vinci’ fingers in a jar
waiting anxiously for them
to move, perform an ******
panache of evocative art
but they are congealed
in a stalactite shiver
that lacks transmitted urgency
but contact with these
enigmatic digits causes
a correspondingly delayed
then urgently convulsive frenzy
that somewhere in time
bring frictional contact
with a canvas or a ceiling
Da Vinci’ fingers in a jar
an outward location
of unclasped curiosity
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 11:01 AM UTC
The need for love is obsolete - and dead
When life is so fast with frictional vice
Body on body turning in your bed
Betwixt the sheets with no love but still nice
No need for bitter moans of anger j
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
our time apart hadn’t changed,
his baritonal voice caused
me to tremble each syllable
spoken; soft & silky, its
frictional rustle like wheat
bending in the breeze
I absorb him...
he feels me, revealing inner soul
annihilating me pleasurably, riding
wings of his voice, spiraling, like
wisps of smoke yearning to hear
articulations desire
maestro of my being, smitten
with his baritone
his breathiness I breathe...
like a summer's breeze
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 8:33 AM UTC
I am jealous of spiders
Those small, poisonous creatures
They don't care how small they are
Or how weak they are
They fight for their life despite the conditions
They hunt their prey without hesitation
Without pity
Without fear
They can enter any room
They don't need your permission
They all know their purpose
They all fight for their purpose
They catch or become food
They can create their world however they want
No one tells them how to connect their strings
They are clever
That's what makes them deadly
They are small
That's what extends their limits
They are selfish
That's what helps them survive
Their tiny-dark eyes
Those small marbles that extend their vision to places the human eye could never reach
Their infestation of twisted legs
Those agile limbs that move them with surprising speed and balance through any kind of frictional surface
They exist in every corner
Creep through every opening
They could crawl up your skin,
Plant their deadly kiss under the tissues of your outer layers,
Leading you to an agonizing swell of chemicals that tare and torture your nerves and muscles
The aftereffects are as countless as the number of their species
Pain
Nausea
Headics
Paralysis
And if you are lucky enough,
Death
You could have one of these
You could have all of these
They don't care
They are spiders,
And for them
You are a their predator
And their next victim
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
*** is good for health,
I was told
I remember the other night in the room
Alone with Philomena since noon
She allured me with her inflated 'balloon'
and I couldn't resist dancing to her tune.
For the first time fantasies met reality, I smiled
People get encountered with the Holy Spirit
But mine?
Mine was with a woman I had no license to touch.
My sulky dependency on God was laid to rest
As soon as I got Philomena undressed
Now, we were going to have more than just glimpse
We tossed and turned in our plight
Our mission was to satisfy ourselves until the sun shows light
I turned her around, sat up and kissed her
With delight, I made her ride on top of me
Moaning and whimpering was our ****** instrument
A frictional force was created
from each of our bodies as the hours passed by
Lying still, my breath caught up in my chest
It seemed like the voyage
had taken forever
and also just begun – all at the same time
After the 'genging and banging' had settled
and Philomena was deeply asleep,
My anxieties were also put to sleep
I opened the window,
Turned to Philomena, and in sorrow, gripped the pillow.
The stupidity in me had traded my dignity for shame before my God
It was the night I cursed myself
What to tell my creator is still left scrambled
*** is good for health, I was told
Having it with the right person
And at the right time, I never listened
Science and reasoning taught me the former
But the Bible... Jesus prefers the latter
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 2:40 PM UTC
I am in touch with myself,
especially in
the wee hours of the morning.
That's when I feel closest to you,
lost in fiery imaginations,
wishing you were here
to feel the heat
created
by my frictional
thoughts of you.
O Baby Doll,
You're so hot,
I'm burning up
in you.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 6:15 AM UTC
The joy.
Christ wouldn't complain.
The smile.
Christ wouldn't complain.
To see a child smiling upon Christmas' Day.
He's aware of his importance to us.
And comprehend Santa's importance.
Whether he's frictional.
Just remember Christ wouldn't complain.
We hear people forget the reason for the season without contemplating the joy of the occasion.
Even if adults loves to tell an innocent child that Ole St. Nick truly isn't real.
Within time, they come to realize certain events of how great parents are to them.
Just know one thing stands true.
Christ wouldn't complain.
Not if, a smile is upon someone face.
Cause Joy To the World we all should seek.
Not because of the holiday's seasons.
Funny, when Christmas comes around we find every ministers wanting others to put Santa's down.
As if, JESUS would be upset to share his love with him.
Christ, be the first to recognize him.
Cause Christ wouldn't complain.
Not if the world was at peace.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
Rustling winds of spring,
spread through,
half open oak branches,
Shrew peeps her button nose
throwing a tidy pile of earth,
Near the crystal falls,
Spring rain darts through
infrequently,
Before amber nectar eyes,
like a vale of intrigue ,
Hovering; a blue ***
Chirpes questions
Sparks of a teale flame,
Pearl along aimlessly,
Through crowded doors,
and empty rooms,.
A rooster awoke;
today's flower,
Bellowing of frightened hollows,
along frictional caves,
Rattling off its distractions,
Ever more engaged,
Healing with its new sound,
Shrew meets the blue ***
Pecked into the old oak -
Blue *** Today is the day
Shrew; to finish enchanting.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
Run and tell this.
I love.
I adore you.
Place only God above you.
Now, run and tell that.
We seems bent on spreading all the wrong information.
Except when it comes to spreading news concerning us.
And if we do.
We edit down the facts to make it seems frictional.
Now, run and tell that.
Be not afraid to let love shine upon your face.
It's a reason for it creation.
So, run and tell this.
Spread it, by mouth.
Text it, by hand.
Write it.
Again and again.
And then let the message of the statement sinks in.
When you run and tell it.
I love.
I adore you.
And that it's forever more.
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 9:04 AM UTC
Coat me baby,
paint me honey,
make me really happy
darling,
basking in the
glistening
of
our frictional-love.
You are the only one.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
Wave
A piston moves up and down, just as life does. The greater the vertical distance, or stroke, a piston travels, the more energy is made. A greater surface area, or bore, to the piston latitude, will also increase the energy output. Higher energy transfer translates to increased frictional wear. Since engines must be balanced, for every upstroke, there is a downstroke.
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 7:34 AM UTC
I can't dominate
my cognition
it's a fuckin' storm
a wild tide
I’m sinking in it
wrapped in it
aside.
In this pushy
blow of cognition
I could fly
travel in time
leave God behind
But at what limitations?
And more's !
More's !
More's !
Like I'm streaming on Youtube
with frictional shows!
I wish I could think
beyond boundaries
As I imagine
I compose!
In cognition—
What if I could roam in time?
What if I could fly?
What if!?
What if!?
What if!?
More's
More's
More's.
~what if~
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 10:22 AM UTC
Sitting on a cold, hard, wooden floor,
leaning against cold, hard, rocky walls,
listening to cold, hard, heartfelt lyrics,
writing some cold, hard, rough draft poetry;
hoping for a little warmth,
like a few left feet on a wooden floor,
sparking like two frictional stones,
while listening to your steadily cool heartbeat
to motivate this rough draft into a masterpiece of marinated inspiration.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
Strange, that some never learned from history of facts.
Especially during elections when people's stupidity rules.
Funny, when any candidate talks about military defense of America,
It's as if they under this impression we vulnerable to attacks.
But, aren't we all?
They push wars like its something to push.
When history stands now we in for a long haul of wars and bodies bags.
Cause any enemies you make eventually retaliate.
Then they call the other a liar concerning certain facts.
Mixed with frictional substances of reporting.
Then more likely cause she's a woman.
That alone intimidate many politicians and some males in general.
Yes, people's stupidity rules in society.
And when candidates speaks lies strange the way WE buy it.
But we only pinpoint it out on one.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
_____
The legacy of humanity hangs precariously
Upon their own blinded whims of fortune –
While faith is seasoned by the labour invested,
In the banquet of faith’s supplication.
Yet instead of harmonious voices, their frictional
Howls intertwine as a dog chasing after cars–
Those parked must seem a feast to the naïve,
Whose journey is dictated by the drive of others –
So simple-minded, solely to blend in with the crowd,
As indeed, wealth wields power - it challenges
Every muscle and very sentiment.
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 4:13 PM UTC