"heliocentric" poems
the narrative does not cling to classicalism of stating whether the pronoun usage is either singular or plural or both to allow an armchair of expression; after all... there's enough for us to bypass the classical philosophical debate about subject and object, simply investigating pronoun usage in relation to singularity or pluralism.
there’s a theory where poetry came from,
one read: cleopatra wanted to hear sweet-nothings
calibrating a razor with a viper’s kiss...
another read: she báthory?
she báthory? she the one that turned milk into blood?
she can burn in hell.
i thought we were un-dialectical in the realms of concern?
no... you see... poetry came from punctuated-impressionism...
or a fear of it... punctuation of course, not from the impressionism...
poets fear punctuation...
give them a semi-colon
and
they
treat
it
like a sidelined line of verse.
this is poetry in mathematical equations:
i had a pear(,)
it was a spare(.)
i had a care for traffic(-)
so i missed( )
the expressions and started using an obelisk to quarter up the mammoth
into chop suey...
poets simple say: next line! when prose says next paragraph
and the prized execution of the 100m sprint . . . (.)
that’s universal alpha romeo with alfa bravo charlie delta (echo)...
come on in the u-turn... give us a smile......... :),
poets says... i need breathing space
without sentenced timing of silence, for the toad to feed inspiration
and envy!
no wonder you came with the alpha - zulu
alphabet given that you used ɪɡ and zoʊ...
so tell me... where’s this copernican west upside down
(this heliocentric west with east being the big bang)?!
i'd swear the thing stopped orbiting in circles
and a thing that's on it's thought started to become
orbital... a fashion sense of the 60s 70s 80s 90s repeated -
that's right, the whole thing became heliocentric
and we became narcissists instead of solipsists
in the geocentric system of worked-up plagiarism
with adequate excuses.)
it's here it the poets apprehensive of punctuation symbology
and instead writing "sparingly,"
to write, e.g.:
i
hate
this
love
affair
claimed
to
be
the
world...
i
rather
chisel
chequers
into
geometry
of
x4
90º.
makes sense poets begot fear of
punctuation and not grammar, they
serviced to explore nothing else,
leaving grammar open long enough to *****
mathematics in... remember...
poets are firstly concerned with punctuation...
secondly with grammar...
philosophy for poets is grammar;
**** i'm um um so drunk i'll need to revise.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
You've had the world turn against you.
In a heliocentric universe,
you'd think people would turn towards the sun
but instead you're doused in twilight.
As the one you love pours whiskey over the poems
you wrote for her.
As your friends shake your shoulders,
trying to wake you up
until they realize -
you can't dream anymore without thinking of her.
You could be a garden flower growing
on the forest floor
but instead you're trying to grow in her shadow.
But you are an artist,
a collector,
a lover,
a poet,
a person
and you cannot keep waiting in the shade for the sun to come.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC
~
*stationary now
duct tape loves
mouth and hands
inside removable interiors
heliocentric discontinuities:
the racket club
and the backstroke
the rabid club
and the hallucinogenic backchannels
swallowing too many placebos
on his balcony
facing away from the sun
blank diary entry
open on the table
'from despair to where?'
stationary in the trunk now
he says it will all
make sense soon*
~
May 26, 2023
May 26, 2023 at 7:44 PM UTC
he is the sun. I used to think the sun revolved around me but
then I found out that I am heliocentric and if stars were infinite he
would never die but we do not live in a type of universe
where love can survive long distance relationships with hallmark cards our
wrecked art is a fire and I cannot tell if you are the gasoline
or if I am a lighter and i cannot tell what difference that makes
or if I really care about either all i know is that space does not exist
to me all that is relevant is the distance between us and they
say young love does not exist they say that this is only infatuation
but it can't be because I know everything about him religion does
not exist if he can't go to heaven the world was not made to
last but he was because he is a shining ember that doesn't
burn he is a form of poetry that never ends he is my favorite book
the chapters are long but I can never get enough and the way
he lies right through his teeth like a magician just about to draw
a rabbit out of a hat is not okay the way he inhales the toxic fumes
of requiem into his lungs is not okay and I know it but the
world was not made to be survived the world was made to be lived
and every time he breathes I swear I feel infinite it's like I'm drowning
but I'm not falling and he is not the brightest star in the
galaxy but he is mine and he is special because he is the sun.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
Cal-i-fornia (verb) the state of being golden.
Can you see the way the sand sparkles on the shore?
Golden shards of glass, or broken dreams.
Who possesses the Midas touch now?
The crushed gates of Atlantis on our shores.
Aphroditic bronze goddess of the sea,
Hair blown by the breeze.
Sea air & salty &
more than anyone could need, or was used to.
Giant sequoias stand
As mighty and proud protectors
Behemoths of lifetimes past.
Explosion of seeds inside
Fireworks waiting to explode
Pinecones, little grenades of life.
Ghost towns reminiscent of the Wild West
Mining camps from the Gold rush days.
Tumbleweeds & reptiles & powder fine dust.
Some say the earth is red from the natives’ blood spilt, and sunk in,
Reality – Oxidation turns iron in the dirt to rust.
So that’s why Mars is red.
After a bad storm in San Diego
Dollars lie broken & shattered on the shore
A bankruptcy of marine proportions!
Just go see for yourself,
The sand dollar apocalypse.
We were echinoderms too.
Life gone dormant, and violent beginnings.
As if Calliope’s harp needed to be retuned,
Sun god, Apollo & Helios with his chariot in the sky
When did we become so heliocentric?
Solitary white cross on the hill.
Never did anything to harm anyone, yet they fear you so
Enough to try to remove you from our presence.
Mount Soledad, or their SOLEs-are-DeAD.
- You know San Onofre is a power plant right?
- Radiation, is that a problem?
- Only if you want to have kids or stay cancer free.
- 25 foot sea wall -- To keep the waves out, or the kraken in?
- 4,000 tons of nuclear waste, who’s gonna get rid of that?
Ghostly tendrils of death
Blown fifty miles down the coast.
They call it SONGS, how quaint.
A symphony of catastrophe.
The greatest arias of death and destruction.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
it was in glasbury-on-wye (wales),
school trip,
two teams, driven out of the
house we were staying,
i was in team no. 2,
we were given the assignment
to read maps...
team no. 1 got dropped off
at a shorter distance to the
house we accommodated...
my team was dropped further afield...
getting out of the mini-bus
i got the map... and just asked
'where are we, on the map?'
'here,' said the driver's index finger.
i figured out a shortcut,
via the fields, the forest, via cow grazing
patches...
we beat team no. 1...
but the moral of the story?
i still think you need to be greek,
i.e. you still have to "believe" the earth is flat...
a flat earth makes sense with directions
like east, west, south, north...
i cruised the team to an early victory
rotating the map in my hands...
i wasn't being ignorant...
i wasn't being competitive...
but to be honest i had one thing in mind...
copernican east? copernican west?
huh?!
how can you work that one out?
i know copernicus was right to stress
the earliest signs of an anti-heliocentric way of seeing,
but if there's no lucifer looking at a 2 dimensional
map of the earth... geocentric improvements
don't really help to just argue rather than get from
a. to b.; what good is geocentric copernican east
to my flat plateau need to co-ordinate a group
of people? heliocentric copernican east is
geocentric east, west, north south put together,
given the earth's orbit and the expanding universe...
geocentric my *** i had to turn into a inverse
heliocentricity... i had to navigate on a readable flat
plateau, moving the map one way up
one way the other... and we got there... beat
the other team... didn't push any cows onto the pasture...
so that's how lucifer read the map.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
I turned eighteen, and the floor dropped out.
The summer before, the clean-shaven men
at concerts, the ocean, at grimy
gas stations, would gaze at me
with their sallow eyes and creep
closer, stuffing their tarnished
wedding rings into their pockets. I pretend
I don't notice the approach.
I'm sweetheart now, and the world is dying
to know about my day. The artless
small talk ******
my cheeks a shameful red--
always this crass, unsolicited
acupuncture.
Now, I'm darling. I'm baby-- my
age the next delicate question laid
across their taste buds.
A year ago, I could blush and remind
them of my mere seventeen trips around
the sun, and off they'd retreat as if
the law were the only thing keeping
my clothes on my body.
The eighteenth trip has come and
past; from here on out
I fly alone, braving the flocks of
pitiful predators.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
You pose as my sun
In my synchronous orbit.
When my life becomes dark
The night begins to fall along with my leaves.
The sun appears
Transcending it's light down.
Warmth and happiness radiate off the sun.
The flowers grow to meet your beautiful gaze.
My eyes glisten in adoration every time I look up at you.
Lost in my world of leaves and roots,
The sun still rises every morning.
Waiting for me to wander outside.
Without the sun my life would be a barren sky.
The world would be a bleak and ominous place.
I shall always know you're waiting outside,
Shining down on me.
My world shall always revolve around the sun.
There is no brighter star in the galaxy than thee.
I shall always look up to you, my sun.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
sing to me the harmonies
of your resounding truth
teach me how to live with the light
of your heliocentric life
mend my messy human heart with
your strong yet gentle hands
show me how to fight like a god
with your bow of silver
strum me the way you play your golden lyre
on starlit evenings by the sea
let me kneel before you and worship you
in the ruins of your temple
and every morning
when your trot along the clouds on your chariot
to bring the sun across the sky
look down and find me,
and know that i will be waiting.
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 10:40 AM UTC
West of nowhere, East of nothing,
directly in the middle; an anomaly has been born.
A galaxy in her own right, a star in her true form.
In stellar nurseries compressed the matter and frequency
which made the core of her being and the corona of her beauty.
To the left is void, to the right is eternity,
directly ahead is he; both together in the middle.
Binary stars bound by heliocentric law,
all else revolving in their gravitational well.
They make love over and with the earth
as tadpoles fly through paisley skies,
bound on by iridescent solar winds procured by her painted lips;
circling a black hole in which all of everything is the beginning of nothing.
On the event horizon is spoken the law, stretched and pinched into pureness, eternally devoured into oblivion.
Which the sweet flavor of is relished by the infinite being of darkness that stretches ever on.
Only to reappear in the farthest reaches of the universe,
the whole of the law spread out into the cosmos.
Her name is Andromeda, and what she wilt, she does.
93 93/93
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC
It's always me
My fault
I know it's not
Not really
Yet I apologize
You are the one
The one at fault
You apologize
But it's hollow
So I beg forgiveness
I did everything right
You took the good
And broke it
I lie alone
So so sorry
You are an addiction
And no matter what
I always come back
You hurt me
So I comfort you
You are the sun
I guess I am
Heliocentric
So when you are gone
I am left in darkness
I get so angry
Furious in fact
Torn to pieces
Yet I apologize
I'm sorry
Saddest thing?
I really mean it
I beg for forgiveness
For a crime that isn't mine
Pardon me
Forgive me
I am truly
So very sorry
Pardon my anger
Please don't leave me
I am irrevocably yours
Without you...
The world loses color
So I'll mend the tear
With an apology
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
I am heliocentric and you are the sun.
I think of you all the time until I believe we are one.
I love your flaming hair,
your chocolate brown eyes.
I love how they shine when you look at the sky but even without they still are so bright.
Your eyes are the sun and I am heliocentric.
can I gaze in them for forever until I'm blinded?
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
Retrograde beauty
Sparkling, smiling down at Earth
As dusk falls and fireflies illuminate our own planet
She shines even more brightly
Despite the pressure
And despite the sulfur
Her terrestrial surface gleams
Having no moons
She's a solo entity
But our sister
She circles the same violent ball of heat
As heliocentric
As we
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
heliocentric; life abound & abundant too
it stretches far beond its reaches
who dared to say that light could not
exist in the trenches of “empty” frontiers?
-
it was not I, nor so the sun…
it is those; who can only absorb, who
can not reflect ( or at the very least
refract…)
-
heliocentric; I am, as well as utterly
transparent. & when you are blinded
by the inverse; I will cast shadows
where there once were none
-
& in the brand new silhouettes;
I hope you will see the outlines
of what has always been,
of what will continue to be
-
you shall not be alone
you shall not remain unknown
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 5:32 AM UTC
side show tickle tackle
fickle gabber earth battle
pillow blanket thought shatter
mass matter pitter patter
putter thither butter hither
liver wither ***** bottle
chicken shiver beak waddle
heliocentric planet model
wrong and boring after all
wrong and boring after all
lol ol ol ol ol ol ol
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
It isn't often that the sun refuses to rise.
Lately it seems to need encouragement.
Rising just a little later each day.
And when it is the sole reason that the passing of time is so named.
Everything caters to meet the new requirements.
Disregarding lunar activity.
Heliocentric minds have never felt so embellished.
A chaotic routine indeed.
Favoring those who won the right to stay apexed.
Only when so many fight to stay at the top.
Do all those in the middle lose center.
Compressing the foundation into neat distortions of the past.
Like laughing at irony meant to sting.
Or playing a stringless instrument to a deaf audience.
Captivating all the more.
For beauty lies in the only I that matters.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
No matter how I try, it’s tough
To give up on the notion
That I am at the hub, and things
Revolve me in predicted motion
Since evidence suggest that you
Are funneled through, per se,
My heliocentric point of view
To form the milky way
---
Time after time, it all comes down
To my unshaken, firm refusal
To dig the dust of my own past
And face my own accusal
My fetal limbs still probe and poke
The sheathing warm placenta
As if to perforate some stars
In skies of deep magenta
I’ve never felt so hugely-small
So focused and off-centered
---
I pleaded once, I begged you twice
A third time I implore
To stow your truth away from mine
If possible, in different drawers
Since neither of us knows the dose
That let us sleep at night
---
*You
Simply do not
Understand
Just how much
I am
Right*
---
I swear, I’m just a laborer
When all is said and done
Who drones on towers that adorn
The banks of Babylon
My breath is getting shallower
With each brick laid in place
My words like sweat evaporate
As I inch out to space
Without this nuisance of a tongue
This need to comprehend
I might have been a god like you
And we could make amends
---
*When used alone, the reason fail
In quelling arguments
Like throwing stones into the sea
To form a continent
As reason is perspective prone
And tethered to a soul like strings
To bridge the gap, souls must align
To form the sturdy anchoring*
---
Even if
Glued back to back
We both refrain from blinking
And even if
The world will turn
And we just let all sink in
And even if
A compass draws
Trajectories into conclusion
This revolution
Will sum up
to yield the same degree
Three hundred
Sixty
And a bit
Is all that we can see
---
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
no-
what are we doing??!
i will not feel badly for you,
or pretend to.
yes-
it's true i hope you lay awake at night
resenting the constant reminder of your missing me,
each time a rain drop hits the roof above your head.
i will not be sorry.
when you told my friend you're empty, when
she showed me the messages of your admitting to needing me-
i laughed for a solid 9 minutes.
and i do not feel badly.
i told you, i told you i told you LUST DOES NOT PREVAIL LOVE.
i shouted it from rooftops, i yelled it into the phone, god ****** i tried.
' i told you so. '
this is not a math equation. and i'm no mathematician but
you didn't believe me. i wont lie
i hope it pains your heart to see me gone and alive and well,
i hope you miss me more than the horizon misses the sun each night.
i was your sun.
i know that.
now, wasn't it silly to think you could replace your sun with some star that attends the same school as you?
i'm aware we don't reside in a heliocentric universe but **** do i know
you need me.
do your day-drinking habits subdue the ache in your chest you're exposed to every time you find yourself sleepless for two days' length of time?
i sure ******* hope so.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
mind you, ancient egypt has infiltrated modern languge with the digital age... whatever you want to call them, acronyms or emoticons or emoji... whatever... they're the same as ancient egyptian hieroglyphs to me... please tell me that :) isn't a modern hieroglyph; sometimes i'm really & desperately searching for a modern rosetta stone.
trying to introduce diacritical marks
to english is probably
as hard as trying to push a whale
through a man's ****
(camel & the needle counter)
saying that,
introducing the german
ß into english?
two words: systematisation vs.
systemize
so much shorter when
the grapheme (ß) is used
in either example...
trickier when you look
at the devolved trill of the R
in both hark (french)
and anaesthetic numb (english),
sure, the former goes well
with the cigarettes,
and the latter?
general apathy
of the british public...
apathy, hidden emotion,
acting, a numbing experience
with regards to a hope for trust.
saying that, i have found not
diacritical application onto
the R... unlike the spanish N (tilde)...
i had to go to russia,
and find something
that might resemble
a diacritical mark, indicating
a requirement of trill...
i came back, successfully...
indicator of a trill in R?
яobot.... яow...
яed...
the english are like the japanese,
although the japanese
pronounce:
R = L
while the english pronounce:
R ≈ W...
(e.g. row and w'ohw)^
obviously the latter example
is more subtle than the former
example... as noted by
the conjunction sign,
why я to imply a trill?
|/ Я
O
R
rotation
and then, invoking a mirror ( |/ ),
for the chiral representation.
^ i'm not learning the silly linguistic
alphabet... the americans already
simplified it, by using "the left hand of god",
(yes, hebrew is written from right
to left, which makes it easier
for someone who's left handed) -
how? the H...
look at these two linguistic notations
hope, the english /həʊp/
and the american [hohp]...
i'm not learning this silly notation system:
an area of study, conjured out
of thin-air,
or, given examples
such as ə ʊ
in terms of copernicus?
would that be grammacentric?
or homocentric?
comparatively?
grammacentric = heliocentric
(that life revolves around words) -
or?
homocentric = geocentric
(that words revolve around life)...
right about now, the two seem
hardly distinguishable...
well... at least a galileo
wouldn't have to worry about
a vatican censorship...
since in this dimension,
the "vatican" is mob rule...
or as i like to call it:
a crowd of klein führers.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
She doesn't wear sunglasses
to be hot or cool
She doesn't wear them
as a fashion statement
She doesn't even wear them
while in the throes of mysteria
She simply wears them
to hide the bruises
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC
dew drops
balance
between the pull of gravity below and the suns warming light.
the drops
hang
systolically pressurized into a mist that clouds the horizon for a few early hours.
they then
accend
to hold themselves as cotton quilts that intermittently blanket the kansas sky.
the clouds
contemplate
the heliocentric allure and draw themselves up from out the atmosphere.
waters gift
departs
To rise through the celestial heavens and eclipse themselves into the void-stained rapids.
were left
dehydrated
scratching at the surface for a taste of nothing and everything.
present humanity
falls
as the water rises, up and up until the world shrivels up just as quickly as it was inflated.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 10:37 AM UTC
If you're going to bleed, bleed sunshine
Spill light from the cuts on your knees
Paint the grey thing in your chest cavity that looks nothing more than scarred tissue gold
Pretend you are the sun
Pretend you are the sun
Might as well scream some, too.
Only call it laughing.
And when you try to explain your sadness to them, let them not understand a word you're saying because you're supposed to
Be the sun
Even though you didn't ask for people to orbit you, they did so
Give them warmth, give them light
One day you'll burn out but
If you're going to bleed, you might as well bleed light.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC