"grata" poems
Ganders...gargantua--ensconced in far-fetched space...
(attrition)...LOOK AT THAT LINE...LOOK AT IT...
ROUND THE CORNERS OF PERPETUITY...predilections.
A soul's inalienable fracas...on bend and knee...hop...and
whoop...miasmic gargoyles poppy-wreathed...
for all-too-lucid dreaming...chanting etceteras of bare riff raffs.
Golden breastplates...weeping willow wings...empurpled--
fending fang trumping lines of: yuck, cluck, claw and kook.
...Listless eyes...alphabetize...think a blind oracle's informed
absentia...holy and bovine.
Redolent airs...perspiration of spume's most distancing shore--
eyepieces for the specks and logs in the oculos of brothers
and sisters.
As dust to dust doth not settle...heart's yonder score...nay cease
of interstice...off-world amorousness.
Gather ye yarrow sticks...hurl them at days...roofless arcady...
live into the spectra of their worlds, come friend or foe...Fate's foundling.
Lines strung as prayer beads...curs-ed beads...forget-me-nots
enclosed in letters baiting Long Farewells, in the great literary
correspondence of authored and Author.
...Ye gorgeous gargoyles come perch and push.
Persona non grata...the wide world...unisex prodigal...All--returneth.
LOOK AT THAT LINE...LOOK AT IT...(attrition)...ROUND THE
CORNERS OF PERPETUITY.
NEBULAEIC FANFARE...come perch to push...lo...ANGELS!
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 12:35 PM UTC
“Top of the Morning to ‘Yuh, Guv’nuh.”
Oh, to be father of a
Cockney flower girl,
To be Eliza Doolittle’s
Dear old Dad,
Alfred P. of that surname.
Oh, to be a cockney dustman,
On this fine day,
Another fine day in
Northern New Mexico, as I
Sell my daughter to
‘Enery Iggins, or
Some equivalent
Princeton poofter.
I am Rhett Butler,
Daring blockade-runner,
Persona –non-grata
For any decent
Family—including my own,
Charleston Carolina.
In time, I crave
Social acceptance for
Bonnie Blue—my ill fated
Would-be equestrian offspring;
I surrender my daughter to the
Upper Class.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
They wanted a curriculum vitae
In absentia
I decided to ad lib
Ad nauseum
Ipso facto, lie and deceive
Exaggerate, mislead et cetera
Hardly a bona fide
Modus operandi
They caught me in flagrante delicto
Requiescat in pace, (RIP) my chances
Now I'm persona non grata
Mea culpa
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
Vale Decem,
Honore res quara,
Emerio,
Alter altera,
Vale Decem,
Emerio,
Alter....
Alteri...te....
Vale Decem,
Vale Stragem,
Valde Temptua,
De glorio....
Vale Decem,
Vale Decet,
Honora res quara,
Alter cerna...
...Armis,
Grata tunc, usquera, emani,
Vale....(x12)
The translation from Latin....
Farewell Ten,
Because of your honour,
It's well deserved,
This other one,
Farewell Ten,
It's well deserved,
This other one,
This other one of you,
Farewell Ten,
Farewell Carnage,
Intense trials,
Concerning pride,
Farewell Ten,
In a very proper way,
Because of your honour,
The next seperation....
....Is by force of arms,
Flow out all the way with joy,
Farewell (x12)
Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 9:39 AM UTC
Rey de Gloria yo me rindo
Rey del cielo levanto a Ti mi voz
Que mi adoración sea grata a Ti
Mi deseo es adorarte
Mi anhelo es tocar tu corazón
Que mi adoración sea grata a Ti
No hay nadie como Tú
No hay nadie como Tú
No hay nadie como Tú, Señor! (2x)
Rey de Reyes
Señor de Señores
Exaltado seas hoy
Mientras me acerco a tu trono
Glorifícate! (2x)
Rey de Gloria yo me rindo
Rey del cielo levanto a Ti mi voz
Que mi adoración sea grata a Ti
Mi deseo es adorarte
Mi anhelo es tocar tu corazón
Que mi adoración sea grata a Ti
No hay nadie como Tú
No hay nadie como Tú
No hay nadie como Tú, Señor! (2x)
Rey de Reyes
Señor de Señores
Exaltado seas hoy
Mientras me acerco a tu trono
Glorifícate! (2x)
Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
(Glorifícate!)
(Levanta tu adoración al Rey!)
Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
Glorifícate!
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
.as i once explained the concept of a seasonal diet to a pair of english pensioners, citing the Essex strawberry harvest, counter the Spanish winter imports... certain graveyards, in winter, can unnecessarily compete with museums, stressed as focal points during summer.
who is here,
to, expect...
comfortable?
i sacrifice the
aspect of museum,
in order,
to find a second tier
of peace...
within the confines
of cemeteries'
exfoliation
of statues...
weathered,
slightly hidden...
in guise,
of half living, half dead...
yet all the more:
ever watchful,
that persistent...
prosecutor stature...
with death...
the sole "ambiguity"
of a...
jury;
a jury...
with a persona non grata?!
mon deus!
but one answer:
je suis mort!
since?
it is really hard.. to re-appreciate revisiting
museums at this point...
whatever the ancient in modern
terms focus for the pre-Byzantine
marble...
the open air extravaganza
of statues in a Slavic cemetery?
weathered, chiseled by a shyness?
teased out of existence?
primordial in a focus
of being haunted?!
well... museums have nothing to offer,
given this fleshed out
excavation.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
the relationship held sacrosanct
form an identity's disjecta membra
a confluence of fallacies made anthropomorphic
body diminshed by nervous exhaustion
mind abandoned to melancholy obsession
scattered hapharzadly in front of those
whom had once offered solicitude
filled by yearning to be stoic, saturnine, sangfroid
passsing glances, chance encounters
aren't caustic to the indifferent
incondite hopes nurtured by solitude
clinging to the idea that all is bitingly internicine
misplaced in the droors of time
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 4:17 AM UTC
(this festive traditional Central-Italian dish serves entire populations of citizens)
INGREDIENTS:
♦ faith in God
if unavailable, any stable moral-ethical framework can be used
♦ esteem for traditional cultural values
♦ willingness to say what you think
♦ hatred of Political Correctness
1) Wake up in the morning and breathe
rinse your mind and other ingredients well from previous day’s brain-washing
2) Refuse to believe media propaganda
ask friends/family members to ignore mainstream media & close Facebook accounts
3) Believe that God created Man and Woman in Genesis
4) Refer to God as He
main ingredient, beware of fire if Feminists/Genderqueer activists are near stove
5) Define family as 1 man + 1 woman joined in marriage producing children
let ingredients simmer. Add a pinch of absolute Biblical doctrine if desired
6) Critique Cultural Marxism in ALL its overt & disguised manifestations
7) Dissent from the One-World Techno-Narcissist mindset
algorithms and search-filters complement this dish, but feel free to serve it on its own
Persona Non Grata pairs well with a full-bodied Tuscan Chianti, or Montepulciano, but is especially enhanced by any vintage where the Grapes of Wrath are stored.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 5:55 PM UTC
trudging from lombard
pawned ring
to pay back long debt
Esta es mi vida.
wonderful friend sent a letter:
dont send me poems
I dont love poetry
Caminando por la calles.
On the streets Lanterns
blinding eyes
while I need darkness
Yo tener enemigos en todos el mundo
letter from court
to pay penalty 1200 euro
for spraying graffities in Friedrichshain
Esta mi vida es afuera un campos de batalla.
i am hungry
I pick from some wheelchair near entrance of supermarket
one banan
towards me run and attacks me a huge drunkard
beat out from my hands banan
slaps in brow
and I fall on snowed pavement
feel no pains
he stays over me and yell: Sie klaute banane, Nutte!!
I low whisper: yourself schweine backe..
jump from spot and imaginary bite the **** of his imaginary gun
El mundo es maravilloso
I possess no more a laptop
i spilled wine on it
being taken aback of one scene of pure **********
of one lovely guest in my flat
how now to write manifesting defending verses?
Politico de mierda que gobierna el pais.
Internet shop
whole night over
beneath of buzzing of casino machines
I sit and write the letter to imaginary dad
to imaginary lovely mom
to sweet sister or brother
well, I have nobody of them
though would I be orphan
I guess my existence were not so dismal
Yo tengo el mi fierro por disparar.
I writing email to american situationist
his nickname is rasputin
I saying him, that I am situationist
and I am recently became persona non-grata
and I better die than
land in loony-bin
need your aid.
he answers with a link about a war in Irak
my solar plexus clenchs tight
Puta yo no necesita usted!
Esta mi maniera,
Caminando por la calles,
Listo para morir,
Esta mi vida es terminada.
*****
Friedrichshain- urban district in Berlin
Sie klaute banane, Nutte!- she stole a banan, Whore!(german)
schweine backe- pig's **** (german)
(thank you Alessandro P. for lesson in spanish)
Esta es mi vida. This is my life.
Caminando por la calles. Walk on the streets
Yo tener enemigos en todos el mundo.I have enemies allover the world
Esta mi vida es afuera un campos de batalla.This is my life outside for the battlefield
El mundo es maravilloso The world is beautiful
Politico de mierda que gobierna el pais. Politic in this land is merde
Yo tengo el mi fierro por disparar. I have my iron for shooting
Puta yo no necesita usted. Bitch, I dont need you
Esta mi maniera,
Caminando por la calles,
Listo para morir,
Esta mi vida es terminada:
this is my attitude
walking through the streets
to search for death
my life is finished
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
The universe that i know contains infinite infinities
The more i travel the more i see and more you think
There's an abyss of abraxas in dylan dog's comics
Here's an enstraged ghost of che on the motorcycle
We made it plausible for the pagat ultimo's elegance sake
We seek for the most Beautiful to crash us like soft waves
The immortal Beauty is the terror for the mortal passangers
The immortal Elegance is shown as an unforgettable life's style
You want the depth, you play games, cast spells, and reinvent
You want to become a persona grata, the gravity ***** you in
Today i thougt how nice is to draw a bit for a change
Today you didn't like to have hollidays from a belief
I have to acknowledge the worthwile sands of time
I have to succumb to universal subconsciousnesses
Mine unimportance is a hanging shall on a tied stallion
Mine thoughst fly high as two falcons toward your star
Thine tea is served with blood, sweat, and entrapement
Thine turtle is a giant alive planet, a colourful mounted
One
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
Sumida en la ironía
esboza un apático gesto
y en el nicho indulgente de la discordia
se encuentran sus ojos ingratos.
La Dama clorótica seca sus lágrimas,
ejecuta con elegancia la centímana
que acoge ramales de negros liros
a sus cianóticos pabellones
¡Cuan grata la dicha pérfida del desencuentro!
Profesa la peste con umbría renitencia,
en la lúgubre sobre-voz que estremece
el canoro fúnebre en Pico de Roma
que delata en cada suspiro
la cólera rancia del abandono
Que perfuma con néctar de Belladona
el fino sosiego de un paño de seda.
Fruto pródigo que espeta
la terca laconia de sus nefastas palabras
Porque solo un ósculo
que terse el crúor de sus labios
bastará para convenir su silencio.
Sauzal que atraviesa su boca
añeja y estéril como la yerma
Y quien fuera una bella rubescente
hoy besa el miasma maldito
que proclama a la urdimbre.
su maligno efluvio letal
Mañana serás el fantasma,
el fantasma de ojos velados.
Mañana serás la nada
y negros serán tus huesos.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
Não há no mundo inteiro,
Sensibilidade nobre e grata,
Amor terno e verdadeiro,
Fio de ouro e prata.
Amor que alguém sente,
Carinho sempre infinito,
Prazer inédito e constante,
Flores, ramo bonito...
Nossa mãe Maria,
Flores doces e reais,
Beijos dados com alegria,
Querida por mim e teus pais.
Vic Alex
Apr 19, 2010
Apr 19, 2010 at 3:39 AM UTC
Mi vaso lleno -el vino del Anáhuac-
mi esfuerzo vano -estéril mi pasión-
soy un perdido -soy un marihuano-
a beber -a danzar al son de mi canción...
Ciñe el tirso oloroso, tañe el jocundo címbalo.
Una bacante loca y un sátiro afrentoso
conjuntan en mi sangre su frenesí amoroso.
Atenas brilla, piensa y esculpe Praxiteles,
y la gracia encadena con rosas la pasión.
¡Ah de la vida parva, que no nos da sus mieles
sino con cierto ritmo y en cierta proporción!
¡Danzad al soplo de Dionisos que embriaga el corazón!
La Muerte viene, todo será polvo
bajo su imperio: ¡polvo de Pericles,
polvo de Codro, polvo de Cimón!
Mi vaso lleno -el vino del Anáhuac-
mi esfuerzo vano -estéril mi pasión-
soy un perdido -soy un marihuano-
a beber -a danzar al son de mi canción...
De Hispania fructuosa, de Galia deleitable,
de Numidia ardorosa, y de toda la rosa
de los vientos que beben las águilas romanas,
venid, puras doncellas y ávidas cortesanas.
Danzad en delitosos, lúbricos episodios,
con los esclavos nubios, con los marinos rodios.
Flaminio, de cabellos de amaranto,
busca para Heliogábalo en las termas
varones de placer... Alzad el canto,
reíd, danzad en báquica alegría,
y haced brotar la sangre que embriaga el corazón.
La Muerte viene -todo será polvo:
bajo su imperio- polvo de Lucrecio,
polvo de Augusto, polvo de Nerón!
Mi vaso lleno -el vino del Anáhuac-
mi esfuerzo vano -estéril mi pasión-
soy un perdido -soy un marihuano-
a beber -a danzar al son de mi canción...
Aldeanas del Cauca con olor de azucena;
montañesas de Antioquia, con dulzor de colmena;
infantinas de Lima, unciosas y augurales,
y princesas de México, que es como la alacena
familiar que resguarda los más dulces panales;
y mozuelos de Cuba, lánguidos, sensuales,
ardorosos, baldíos,
cual fantasmas que cruzan por unos sueños míos;
mozuelos de la grata Cuscatlán -¡oh ambrosía!-
y mozuelos de Honduras,
donde hay alondras ciegas por las selvas oscuras;
entrad en la danza, en el feliz torbellino:
reíd, jugad al son de mi canción:
la piña y la guanábana aroman el camino
y un vino de palmeras aduerme el corazón.
La Muerte viene, todo será polvo:
¡polvo de Hidalgo, polvo de Bolívar,
polvo en la urna, y rota ya la urna,
polvo en la ceguedad del aquilón!
Mi vaso lleno -el vino del Anáhuac-
mi esfuerzo vano -estéril mi pasión-
soy un perdido -soy un marihuano-
a beber -a danzar al son de mi canción...
La noche es bella en su embriaguez de mieles,
la tierra es grata en su cendal de brumas;
vivir es dulce, con dulzor de trinos;
canta el amor, espigan los donceles,
se puebla el mundo, se urden los destinos...
¡Que el jugo de las viñas me alivie el corazón!
A beber, a danzar en raudos torbellinos,
vano el esfuerzo, estéril la pasión...
A ti que me reprochas el arcano
sentido del amor que va en mi verso
fúlgido y hondo, lúgubre y arcano,
te hablo en la triste vanidad del verso:
tú en la muerte rendido, yo en la muerte,
ni un grito apenas del afán del mundo
podrá hallar eco en la oquedad vacía.
El polvo reina -EL POLVO, EL IRACUNDO!-
Alegría! Alegría! Alegría!
1.5k
Grata la voz del agua
a quien abrumaron negras arenas,
grato a la mano cóncava
el mármol circular de la columna,
gratos los finos laberintos del agua
entre los limoneros,
grata la música del zéjel,
grato el amor y grata la plegaria
dirigida a un Dios que está solo,
grato el jazmín.
Vano el alfanje
ante las largas lanzas de los muchos,
vano ser el mejor.
Grato sentir o presentir, rey doliente,
que tus dulzuras son adioses,
que te será negada la llave,
que la cruz del infiel borrará la luna,
que la tarde que miras es la última.
1.1k
Crecí
Para ti.
Tálame. Mi acacia
Implora a tus manos su golpe de gracia.
Florí
Para ti.
Córtame. Mi lirio
Al nacer dudaba ser flor o ser cirio.
Fluí
Para ti.
Bébeme. El cristal
Envidia lo claro de mi manantial.
Alas di
Por ti.
Cázame. Falena,
Rodeo tu llama de impaciencia llena.
Por ti sufriré.
¡Bendito sea el daño que tu amor me dé!
¡Bendita sea el hacha, bendita la red,
Y loadas sean tijeras y sed!
Sangre del costado
Manaré, mi amado.
¿Qué broche más bello, qué joya más grata,
Que por ti una llaga color escarlata?
En vez de abalorios para mis cabellos
Siete espinas largas hundiré entre ellos.
Y en vez de zarcillos pondré en mis orejas,
Como dos rubíes dos ascuas bermejas.
Me verás reír
Viéndome sufrir.
Y tú llorarás.
Y entonces... ¡más mío que nunca serás!
951
I walked back to the past
and it stared at me
who are you? why did you visit here?
are you invited?--speak honestly
Don't you remember me?
I was the mischievous lad
who used to play tricks on you
at your compound?--you called me 'notoriously bad'
How presumptuous you are
billions of kids had been here before
there was nothing special about you
don't you knock on my door any more
It would do you mighty good
if you don't return again--persona non grata-
you are no longer the kid you were
and your company I desire not--stay away, stay away far!
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
Miki Féher
Olho para o céu do Deus Infinito,
Sorriso do menino com amor.
Povo magiar e vermelha dor,
Povos sem raça e com a mesma cor.
Miki Féher este foi o teu grito…
Sucumbiste for força dum apito,
Deixaste o mundo sofredor.
Tua juventude terna e grata,
Sem ouro nem prata.
Nosso Deus não maltrata,
Empolgaste multidões,
Para sempre em nossos corações…
O nosso Deus te dá sossego no paraíso,
Pois para se tornar a viver, morrer é preciso!
O Benfica canta teu sublime fado,
Pois o destino estava traçado.
Cordiais Cumprimentos
Victor Marques
28 de Janeiro 2004
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 8:06 AM UTC
A shallow home a stationary time,
conversations with emptiness, works and worms its own persona non grata.
Twisting against the walls, the planes of my pavilion.
Echos the shallow steps of space.
Step by... Step...
Another foray into the fog, stumbling in a savage circle.
how long will the endurance last with lungs empty, eyes shut.
Tomorrow maybe the exit will be found.
Tonight there is only the bitter pondering, the pounding of feet.
Step by... Step...
The longest hallway.
Lingering lights.
Perhaps the misty morning door should be closed.
maybe...
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
Sigue, sigue blanca estrella,
Por el cielo en que naciste,
Sin dejar ninguna huella...
Siempre te hallaré más bella,
Siempre te hallaré más triste.
Hoy vengo con mi dolor,
Cual antes feliz venía;
Mas ya nunca, astro de amor,
Ceñirás con tu fulgor
Ni su frente ni la mía.
Tú cruzas por ese cielo,
Dando con tu luz la calma;
Yo cruzo, por este suelo,
Llevando en mi desconsuelo
Lena de sombras el alma.
Dame, dame tu luz bella;
Que en esta alma sin amor,
Tú sorprenderás estrella,
En cada nube una huella,
Y en cada huella un dolor.
Tú que has escuchado el canto
De mi primera pasión,
Acompaña mi quebranto,
Y alumbra el amargo llanto
que brota del corazón.
¡Horas del primer cariño!
tú las miraste lucir,
Cuando ante tu luz de armiño,
La niña en brazos del niño
Soñaba en el porvenir.
¡Dulce amor! ¡grata ciencia!
¡Blanca luz! ¡Delirio ardiente!
¿Por qué huyes de la existencia,
Cuando una dura experiencia
Va marchitando la frente?
¡Aquellos goces extraños,
Aquel esperar en Dios,
Sin recoger desengaños,
Aquel pasar de los años
Sin perturbar a los dos!
Todo, todo, blanca estrella,
Tu tibia luz alumbró;
¡Edad de sueños aquella,
Envidiable, dulce, bella,
Que para siempre huyó!
Celia, al expirar el día,
Por estos sitios vendrá,
Ya no como antes venía,
Que aquella alma que fue mía,
Pertenece a otra alma ya.
Antes ¡ay! ¡cuánto embeleso!
Sollozando de placer,
Dejaba en mi frente un beso;
Por eso, estrella; por eso
No quiero volverla a ver.
Ahora, dulce y cariñosa,
En otro sus ojos fijos,
Tendrá su boca amorosa
La majestad de la esposa
Para besar a sus hijos.
Con tus rayos blanquecinos
Alumbra siempre su hogar;
Aparta nuestros caminos,
Y ¡ay! que sus ojos divinos
No aprendan nunca a llorar.
Si sigues, tú, blanca estrella,
Por el cielo en que naciste,
Sin dejar ninguna huella...
Siempre te hallaré más bella,
Siempre me verás mas triste.
924
I gave to her a lady ***** demise,
her bullet was ironically engraved
with names and words she felt too lame to say.
I chopped her limbs in ratio per lies
and so her blood set sunset into skies,
then scattered pieces far to mountain caves
where none will seek to travel but the brave-
so blame the social scene, should she uprise.
And all the ghosts are standing to their feet,
there is no room for martyrs at this dance.
Renewed ambition tastes so ******* sweet;
I switched it up, though she had made her stance
and she could once have made my ruse complete
but bloodstains say she didn't stand a chance.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
she was a former witness of jehovah
I ain't much on casanova
couldn't find my GPS
flew over her cuckoo's nest
her perspective compromised
my countermeasures plagiarized
maybe the moonlight sonata?
worldly persona non grata
emasculated superpowers
rain man never counted flowers
just kept running up that hill
terminating her goodwill
yes it was something that I said
another joke over her head
obstinacy will duplicate
a failure to communicate
so many times I tried to love her
the gibson to my danny glover
some animals just are more equal
pray to jehovah for a sequel
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
let me rant awhile
for what good it may do
to open the valve
if only briefly
for as one wave
after another
of sheer indignity
is reported
survivor guilt
courses through me
yet even this
was not mine to choose
for I don't happen to
have been born
Jewish
or black -
and that doesn't make me
more -
or less -
worthy of dignity
but I can observe closely
what it is like
to be pilloried
and persecuted
for one's peaceful contacts
and communications
holding personal beliefs
at odds with a regime
and a rage
courses through me
on contemplating
'man's inhumanity to man' -
though written long ago
that the world would be so,
where hatred would replace
kindness, love, empathy
I deplore the way
an ideology
of one disturbed,
possessed person
can lead to millions
donning a uniform,
henceforth labelling
one sector of humankind
'persona non grata'
to be mercilessly pursued
in legitimized genocide,
even savaging
little children
frightened lads
caught on the run
made to hold arms
for food
mamas with babes in arms
forced to watch them
dashed to pieces
then buried alive underground
their infant cries still heard
while their mothers were ***** -
as beleaguered, beautiful Estonia
was brought to it's knees...
and I weep and rant
feel knives in my gut
blood pulsing swift -
then take hold of myself
seek to understand,
if that be possible,
even a smidgen
of such distorted thinking
to delve into the mind
of a hateful deviate
for but a moment
and remain intact
so I scan his written mantra
and come to see that
all deeply held convictions
must have at its core
RESPECT
lest it attract the weak
and easily led,
or those forced into submission
seeking to simply stay alive
and they find themselves
taking part
in a forest fire
of polluted propaganda
a flood of merciless
devastation,
while their deluded leader
continues to spout forth venom
in the distorted notion
that they would actually
be acting in society's
best interests
or worse still:
'in the name of God'
(Acts 5:39;
Hosea 4:1-3)
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 5:30 AM UTC
I swear these birds do not fly on wing
The sky is heavy
Undiluted gravity
Unbecoming gravitas
A party in the sky
Persona non grata
And what becomes?
Theatre where the stars won't act
The comedy of tragedy
Lives uncompelling melodrama
A panorama
Forgetting the hope
Of kaleidoscopes
I know these birds will not sing
Spring has come and gone
Now the underbelly dreamers
Are left to whither with fault
Sweltering festering heat
Summer suns to burn our skin
And leave us only wishing that we could be cold again
That the leaves should shrink and fade
And all the trees are dead
These songbirds of a winter ending
I held such hope aloft
And saw a symbol in their flight
I saw love inside a light
A beauteous sight
But even glorious wings
Fade from my eyes
In solemn nights
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 1:11 AM UTC
see, i'm with the kids, cheese, down with the kids, they write in acronyms and emoticons, i just incorporate many symbols that make sense.
oh, wait, now i know,
it’s because you’d say ‘miu’ for μ
rather than onomatopoeic cow ****
like you say miusic rather than moosic -
it’s the same in russian,
an invisible softening of the m - hence mьusic:
or just the invisible hovering i,
littera non grata - or an iPod:
the mishandled judgement concerning
advertisement strategy.
in other words, given a mathematical
sense of what was being said:
akin to f(x): ь(x + ~y), the Russian indicator
of a grapheme (e.g. æ - strange that
this grapheme should balance on -sh,
as in ash, tongue swallowing antics
in practice); as in the case of mьusic,
whereby x = m, and ~y = u, due to
the insertion of i.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC