"generality" poems
"The highest [theoretical physics] models are extremely general in their domains of application and, because of their generality, give little insight into actual behavior." ~Stephen Omohundro
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Because humans think both linearly and non-linearly
there can be no ultimate pattern of
mathematics equations.
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 2:23 AM UTC
Your expression about generality is not expression about me
I shouldn't have asked...its not about me.
I cant feel anything else in or for this life.
this life must be for someone else.
Else,your hands aren't holding my hands..they are just holding.
your days are not about me they are just filled by me.
this life is for someone else.
your life is not about me.
Me, I have felt sadness for so long now
I hate this lonely life
I am a flower on the wall
this life is not about me
I am the wallflower
wallflower,I have blended in.
I can see i am not
this life must be for someone else
someone else can have this life...
my life.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 9:59 PM UTC
A screen was there
as high as me
and as broad.
And there he was
in front of the screen,
lying in his rags.
His shirt must have been green,
when it used to cover his frailty.
His trousers were torn,
and hair wiry.
If it hadn’t been his placid sleep
and a black scar on his cheek,
he would be lost in generality.
But he was different.
He was a warrior,
who had just won over a city.
His armour impaired, body battered
to the extreme.
He must have been a kinsman
of the king.
As he wore the royal green
and carried a slender physique.
The dark stains on his lower
explained how he slaughtered the militaries
with his cavalry.
And yes, the scar.
The black scar outlined the final battles
with the mighty,
and long journey from the murky and dusty
land of atrocities.
Anyone with even a
slight fondness to fantasy
could ponder
into the warrior’s dreamless dreams
on the screen, that was
as high as me
and as broad.
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
I'm from the non-stop ticking of an active heart,
from Kleenex and star-gazing.
I'm from the crispness of fall on your tongue,
the old crab-apple tree, the wild growing lilacs.
I'm from twirling like dervishes and always running late,
from sweets and generality to now or never.
I'm from internalizing and erasing my words,
from being an oak tree in the storm and soaping my hands before washing them.
I'm from mile-high arches.
I'm from the coasts and the heartland, the old people and the new,
from spaetzle and goolash,
from never learning enough and right timing,
from the way a smile can light a room,
from the silent sound of a soul leaving its body.
I'm from musky basements and cabinets,
from dusty old books and torn old pages,
from sentiment as precious as a thousand years,
as rare as the sunset of yesterday.
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 11:35 PM UTC
Everything is talking to me
and I need it to shut up.
Cut up the seams of my reality
and strip off the clothes to naked
normality.
My mentality is beaten by my morality.
For life, in seconds close to finality,
makes us strive toward normality.
Forced behaviours- just another generality.
Don’t put me in a box!
the walls will start talking to me.
Shouting at me, spilling drivel
filling the level all around me.
I’ll drown its words.
My last words will be heard
ringing- "This is not what I deserved”.
Im just a nerve trapped in this society.
Cant keep to sobriety without the anxiety
creeping quietly form silently to violently
in matter of seconds defiantly.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
Change the change,
the pupa became
the butterfly.
The cocoon became
the carcass.
Change must come.
Darkness must turn
into light.
The victor in battle
became the victim,
and the weak became
the dominant one.
Change is needful,
for the weak
and frail one rules
the mighty.
The elites and the
influential became dumb,
walking around
without directions like the
zombies.
They became like the robot,
a methodical machine
without a heart.
There must be change,
because the generality
of people are ignorant.
Change your acts and
priorities to allow
change take effect.
Change has arrived,
to mend the errors
of the ignorant ones.
This change must change
hands to restructure,
and restore.
It has come to rebuild
with your help.
Articulate and obediently be
useful to make it right.
Be the change you want.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
Curving down a winding road.
I finally soaked into a door.
My emotions were statues,
Like concrete thread pouring the sky, a new blueish green.
Fear was it's own culture.
Demanding belief & hovering over those who could break, in seconds.
I could smell the rain.
My lessons, showed me how.
Taking me through night & pointing at the smallest pieces of of we are.
Causal days of ache.
I tarnished the old wool, parchment paper.
Everything I thought was real,
Became fragments & out of the pile, I found some of my reflection.
The scarred kindness of generality.
A life led from simple roses,
And yet the most deadly, tangible thorns & scarcely beat dirt.
Times become all too familiar.
Launching coins, off a thumbnail,
Into the only well within miles.
My feelings were frozen.
Trapped in lights in this darkened room.
Arching up a windy slope.
I finally became the door.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
I don’t even write.
I simply waste more time,
I feel like smoking ***
sitting, enjoying this moment,
and watching the world burn bright and beautiful.
I don’t even want to write.
I am nihilistic in this sense, and also self-effacing, masochistic.
And nothing satisfies me, so I am like the Buddha, and relinquish my rights to the great systemic pattern.
Killing time and hoping for the apocalypse to move the broken record that skips and repeats.
Why waste more time writing the things that have been said?
Why express the inexpressible?
I wish to forget the meanings of all the words and pen bleak and esoteric paragraphs in universal grammar.
As I slowly begin to forget even what I was thinking of a minute ago, that thing that prompted this new but white opaque letter.
There is nothing more to say than that and why spend more precious moments contemplating the inevitable.
I have digressed to a state of vague generality so profound that all meaning is lost.
And I can only wipe the spit from my lips and experience the thinking slow and bored perception.
I am complicit in this great shadowy game.
The game that is me
and that is you
but also both of us together, as a whole
and my tacit approval of the state of things has lead me to a deep and darkened valley,
a slippery slope of mud meant for clawing fingernails in desperation.
And I, like the rest of my generation have perfected the bacchanal and reverie of the leisure life.
Soaking up the romantic narratives of a primitive past to accept the fate of indecision, and construct meaning from the meaningless.
Picking up the pieces of a shattered ghostly mirror only to rearrange them in the likeness of a persistent and inherent logic, which can only be shown and never understood; my own computational meat sack ever deteriorating, or perhaps growing, to the ecstasy through entropy.
I have yet to find the great rut!
On the brink of a new n’other I am blinded by choice.
And I’ve yet to find my voice!
And proof of purchase is another thing entirely.
My misery is self-imposed,
and understood as only frivolous
trash beneath the hooves of trampling centipedes of mars
Because I looked into the stars
And I stared right at the sun
And felt the rapture in the wake
Of the wave I meant to break
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
Its days like this when I'm on top of the world.
And yet, I always find a way to let it slip through my fingers.
Cause clenched fists, could never hold as much as open palms.
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 1:04 PM UTC
with all the light, i shine
for real, it's something isn't mine
generality embraced me than root
i beg to deplore 'tis endless loot
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
Principles and generality
Why are they met with such hostility?
When nothing else seems to make sense
In world that lurches and change
The only fall back I would have is
Validity and Verifiability
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC