"homogeneous" poems
Love trusts, lust twists
Love rains, lust drains
Love reaches, lust catches
Love couples, lust combines
Love retains, lust detains
Love relies, lust relays
Love cares, lust caresses
Love binds, lust blinds
Love floats, lust flees
Love belongs, lust longs
Love ascends, lust descends
Love fames, lust defames
Love creates, lust recreates
Love commands, lust demands
Love chooses, lust chases
Love boosts, lust boasts
Love at heart
Lust in mind
Love in lust is good
Lust in love is better
Love likes privacy
Lust looks for piracy
Love opens lust
Lust closes love
Love is slow, lust is fast
Love is steady and stable
Lust is mobile and fragile
Love is reliable, lust is liable
Love is long, lust is short
Love is homogeneous
Lust is heterogeneous
Love is defensive
Lust is offensive
Love is precious
Lust is pernicious
Love is supportive
Lust is supplementary
Love is refined
Lust is defined
Love betters life
Lust batters it.
Love has character
Lust has conduct
Love wins over
Lust weans out
Love combines
Lust divides
Love is cool
Lust is crazy
Love is peaceful
Lust is pleasant
Love is wholesome
Lust is piecemeal
Lust comes first
Love becomes best
Love is progressive
Lust is aggressive
Lust laminates
Love illuminates
Love is slow n steady
Lust is hasty n nasty
Love is dense, lust is tense
Lust is conditioned,
Love is air-conditioned
Lust is lovely to begin with
Love is lustrous to end up
Love heals, lust wounds
Love owns, lust disowns
Love is onus, lust is onerous
Love is basic, lust is allowance
Love conforms, lust confuses
Love binds, lust blinds
Be aware of love
Beware of lust
That comes like
wolf in sheep’s clothing
Let the fair blend
of love and lust
rule the roost
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
you in quail feathers means
that your red is my red
and the way that you taste pizza
is the way that I taste it
our
homogeneous brains
hard mother
hard father
the states we were raised in
melt running through
area 41 where the nefarious
Rolando implanted
our splitting
branches
qualia
what it means for you
to have mental states
pure consciousness
perceiving you there
in the corner
your toenails still painted
purple
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC
And while she lie awake pondering existence in itself;
she realised that it -
it and everything else,
would be always and unavoidably tied to disappointment.
The two are linked-
so closely to the point where they are almost homogeneous.
Because people were broken.
And because she was broken.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
Dear Sanity,
In the night, I wake to find myself without your company, but the warmth of the chain about my neck keeps you at the forefront of my mind. The heavy links rake across my flesh searing your disapproval; pulling me to your ankles so that I might kiss them for mercy. Branded at the chest by this heart of yours, though, I am the very antithesis of your will. I was seduced by the comfort of your homogeneous masses and tempted by the fruits of my curiosity. Yet, it is through fire—the deep passions of my essence—that I will be reborn. And you, who I loved through the eyes of others, will HOWL at my betrayal! Then stand upon your mountain peak and bludgeon me with reason so that I might know what your light looks like.
To what end? So that I might cling to this chain, this keepsake, which I did not need until you bestowed your judgment. Yes, judgment, though you would have me believe it is your friendship, your safety, your sympathy. Like the swelter of a thousand suns you oppress me saying, “Keep quiet your ***** yearning!” So who would know better, the hour of my discontent, than you who watches me, unblinking, during the day? It is here, at the tween of night, that I shed the scales from my eyes and throw off your burden of want—the goals for which you leave me always pining, but never appeased. Is this shirking to seek the dark? So be it. I will cloak myself in blood—for all that I am wrong—and dance in the pale light of the unassuming.
—Pandora
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And the faces of the homogeneous masses drew forthwith to witness dawn.
In a drawer,
There was found,
A locket with
A minor crown—
Of leaf: laurel,
And shaded night.
When opened up
All succumbed to fright.
For found inside
Was a broken light;
Pandora’s hope
Had lost the fight
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
i just need to sleep on this head
full of forgotten strengths and ever-present sorrows
and hope that the stale morning will come
within the blink of an eye
and
like thick steam
my thoughts will dissipate into the cold, dry air
and become nothing but a homogeneous mixture
of nitrogen and oxygen
soon consumed
into my waiting lungs
too damaged by smoke
to know the difference between clean air
or anything else
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 11:40 PM UTC
Before hearing about your death
I began a novel inspired by you
and your struggle with the truth--
The truth of who you were,
what you wanted of life and of me.
And it became a journey
into the past, into a life
that had happened before
we met, decades ago,
and after we parted for good,
I wove a new life out of remnants,
of things I knew or just supposed.
And like a good researcher,
I told of your parents' failings,
the darker side of love.
Of your grandmother and friends,
and even your cousin who
brought you to me,
Luring you out of the homogeneous crowd
and into our perfect valley--
"the land of spires and dreams".
I even spoke warmly of our artless love
and our drifting apart like ghost ships.
After our second parting,
when you left the mortal coil,
I tried not to reminisce about us,
for the story was yours, not mine,
But I fear that a mirror kept
cropping up behind me and
around corners, erasing mystery.
Narcissus caught me time and again.
Even so, I created times for you
that I had never seen or heard.
I have you swimming off La Jolla,
traipsing on mountain paths
in the wilds of British Columbia,
or arguing with your wife
in that mansion you dreamed of.
I invented a girl you would like
and two kids who loved you
in spite of everything.
Your memories of me became
less urgent, locked in a chess box,
in songs or on film, hidden away.
I analyzed your youth, your vanity,
lust, boredom, mistakes and age.
And when it came time for you
to make a decision: to stay or go
again, either west or east,
I stopped and looked over your life,
rolled out flat, like the American plain
from western crags to eastern city
and like a broken record,
the choice shuttled back and forth,
not letting me decide for you.
Glancing at a photo
of your childhood home,
I realized at last,
not that you had died too soon,
but that I really never knew you.
Apr 10, 2022
Apr 10, 2022 at 6:00 PM UTC
Numerology disturbs
my fragile mind
with its meanings
of numbers
which I think
have no real meaning
or use as symbols
or signs
and I seem to have
a built-in bent
ingrained in my head
toward assigning
definitions of meanings
to these homogeneous numbers
even though
my conscious mind
rebels at the thought
so, you know,
when some
sign of a monster
comes popping up
into my life
I get a bit
of a freak-out twinge
but, I know,
nothing ever happens.
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 11:26 PM UTC
So often I inhale your cathartic cocktail;
it swoons me from my study, my brain trails.
Homogeneous with my velvet red intertwines, all else hails.
All exhales whisper, loftily, a separate tale.
Your embers are like no other;
they glow of yesteryear and retract into the present.
The warmth and the darkness, you segment.
Each draw, intoxicating, one after another.
Like a con artist you remain vague, and disappear;
any remaining inflection sails beyond the oculus;
presence constant, but hueless.
Those unacquainted always sneer.
Knowing not, your gift is of the most diverse;
but, in the end, like all else, your essence is a curse.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC
By staring
I make it blend
It disappears
Into a grey
Filler my brain
Creates to
Take its place
But the light
In the window
Gets stronger
Fills more corners
The birds get
More social
They flutter
And tweet about
Louder each minute
Footsteps on the ceiling
Flooded pipework
Sounds in the walls
The thoughts keep
Racing dude,
They don't disappear
Though they blend
Not quite grey but
Mad colors I guess
It's just my
Eyes having fun
When they're shut,
They have a ball
When they're open
Too, isn't it true
That "this
Whole life is
An hallucination?"
I mean I guess so
Maybe that's
Why it makes
No ******* sense
Or maybe that's
Why parents leave
Kids to die
And why
Wives get beat
Or dogs deprived
I'm fairly
Confident that those
Things aren't necessary
For us to survive
But who could
I be kidding
Without the ****
There's no growth
Fertilizer for humanity
Pieces of filth
That sow seeds of
Contempt within
The homogeneous
So they don't emulate
Living as a ****
I'm talking to you Manny,
You disgusting pile of
Maggot infested
Skunk guts
Rotting on
Hot tarmac
I can't wait for
The mac's tires
To splatter you.
So little and defenseless.
A monster, at best.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 12:57 AM UTC
The pavement is full of spurious persons,
Training each other to pretend they're eclectic,
Using differences to assert the vilification of mankind.
Cross from them stands the truth,
Perspicaciously watching
The hedonists
Be not heedful,
Listening to their speeches full of trifling, inconsequential consequences.
A furtive plan snakes from the mouth to the ears of the truth,
Manipulating it to bolster the lies.
The belief that everyone deserves rights
Akin, alike, homogeneous, to the human nextto him,
Is brought down with the laud, the praise, the inception of the end.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 7:54 AM UTC
when the moon
draws a shape
maybe a flower or a heart
along the homogeneous equivalence of an
asphalt – oh are you driving so fast?
made of the frosty glitters of the night
show the generosity
to accept a gift
a gift that can make a difference
it’s been set apart for you
and only for the blessed you.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
Anna and I were sitting on an outdoor bench. To get some fresh air, our classes are virtual this week and we were feeling claustrophobic. I was working on a poem idea on my iPad and Anna was uploading an assignment with her computer.
The bench is by a walkway and there were a few people passing by. I asked Anna, “What’s an alternative word for paralysis?” And three rando students walking by answer my question, in less time than Anna can even look up from her Mac.
“Tetraplegia,” says a girl on the far side of the walk - who passed us right to left - her friends laughed at her for answering my question. “Palsy,” says a guy who was passing the other way, on our side - he didn’t even look up from his phone. And last, a guy behind the girls says, “standstill.”
I just look up and smile - I love this place. Everyone’s friendly and collaborative. There’s an almost homogeneous curiosity about the world.
“Maybe I should create a sidewalk, crossword-puzzling channel on Twitch?” I ask Anna, who just shakes her head, “No.”
Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 10:07 AM UTC
I can take you to the limit as x tends to infinity as you're the homogeneous solution to my infinitely many equations!
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 6:33 PM UTC
Gemini 2019 (Cancer)
https://youtu.be/xxKJlmVLkKc
Cancer homogeneous disease
inflaming and incurable, the third
heaven, death inevitable catching
living tails and tissues, final ending
of the young and old. My family, my sister...
With backs against the wall, larger than life.
Beyond the white star, luminous light, en-
closing her life, suffocating her living memory.
Why cry and why tear(ing) our hearts out? Cancer
our generation, we live on, hoping and praying...
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 2:01 AM UTC
As I was climbing the steps,
Today after school…
I felt a pang of claustrophobia,
Despite being outdoors…
As I watched the herd of students in uniform,
Both in clothing and in conversation…
I felt scared.
Because I was a part of that herd.
One which mindlessly spent its days,
Spent,
In accordance to the routines of the society,
Their personalities among other things.
All those kids,
In preparation for standardized tests,
Had become standardized as well…
They were forced to fit a mold,
For so long, that they didn’t have to be forced anymore,
And it had all happened so quickly, just like the way mold covers food,
And it had come to seem so permanent, just like patina covering brass,
Hiding the quirks and the character of the statue for all eyes to see, through corrupting it.
They had turned fit to false ideals.
The stair was full of black coats,
As if to make the uniforms even more uniform.
And even the rare spring-like winter day,
Hadn’t made me want to break the routine that day,
To run away into a field
(If I could find a field in the concrete jungle,
The one that I hadn’t yearned to desert just yet,
Though I should’ve made any place my field, anyways.)
And to dance & lie among wild flowers,
Each one unique and not uniform at all.
Even the trees around the stairs looked one and the same,
But how could the system curb even,
The one thing supposed to be unrestrainable,
The uncurbably roaring nature,
To bend it in its will against diversity.
Just like it had done to us…
But then I saw kids playing in the soccer field,
Not a field of flowers, but a field nevertheless
They did seem to be thinking differently,
Their laughs didn’t resemble each other’s
So it was growing up which had made us like that,
A premature maturity,
Which would be premature even at the age of eighty,
(If it could even be considered maturity)
Which had stripped away our individuality,
And had made us a homogeneous flood, sweeping away all identity
And I still am a captive of the desperation that had taken a hold of me in that brief glance,
I still don’t know what to do,
Humanity, help me,
Aid me in melting these cages,
Through the heat of the stars presents in your minds as well as your hearts,
To recover individuality.
For I refuse to give up,
And to loose myself in the flood
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
I know my steps are no more
the infinite wisdom of the masses has become
the hideout of the scoundrel
equality is the mirage of modern times
it has deprived of dignity
all personality and original thought
even to the humble
simple tasted elevated soul
since modern man entered the idea
modern blasphemy
of equality
nothing but mediocrity
flies atop purchasing corpses
of the living souls
to admire a great man you must first
belong to the unique members of humble
thought
a subtle mechanism of the mind
where awe and emotion still exist
but no
says thee equal man
you cannot enter the room
first you must (horrible word)
decline your taste and bent for
exquisite feelings and a sense of beauty
force has left the room
instead we have complaints
and a total lack of confidence in self
in adventure
and the legitimate claim
to own your life
suicide has become a crime
one of the sikness of deranged mind
it is a right
I do not belong to this world
rather to solitude
an american crime
Oh evil and murderous incantation
in nature we seek solace from the homogeneous man
civilised murdering machine
my artificiality claims the ultimate prize
in decadence and sanctity
no more shall the ruins of judgements past
will assail me
the levelling field and the love of thunder
behaviour of evil deeds shall flourish
and man standing bent on the greyish mud
will perpetually love his trap
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 6:43 AM UTC
Jet propulsion
My verbal compulsion
An anarchic animation
A philanthropic fascination
Writing for writings sake
But not as fast as my thoughts fall and break
A thousand pens, a thousand pages
Shining a light through our dark ages
At times medieval
Our futuristic principle
The world today and tomorrow, our cultures, our social status,
Thinkers, doers, lovers and haters
Our homogeneous habitat, segregated by points of view
A world that's not really bothered about the likes of me and you
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC
Good morning.
Welcome to this holistic Universe
of pumpkin spice lattes
with "organic" soy milk.
In this indisputably beautiful
multiplication homogeneous
to unidentified living growth,
we spawn the dawning
of a new era with our own
Purple Prose.
It's neither here, nor there.
Take a step back.
Notice It.
Smell the ripe air with both
Sweat & Smoke.
We reciprocate our feelings
Of
u n s u r e n e s s
With a firm handshake
And an
avoiding eye.
Here, we have fabricated
the abundance! of our Knowledge,
while We can't figure it out.
Are We real at all?
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
Jealous ants smite by envy
creepy crawlers always in dirt
brains missing acts on instincts
follow the leader and copy the actions
bite, bite, crawl away, bite, bite crawl away
alone, they are weak and small
but in big numbers we can swarm
just open those jaws and nip and bite
if we needed brains nature would have provided
so just bite, bite, crawl away, so bite, bite crawl away
small and fragile we are
but equal and homogeneous
we all look the same, no airs or graces
get in line and swarm together for the queen
so just bite, bite, crawl away, so bite, bite crawl away
we need no education
we can climb over brick walls
who needs a mind when instincts as good
we just follow the leader and march off as we're told
so just bite, bite, crawl away, so bite, bite crawl away
We can't take it easy with Caramel
tastes so good, ideal sweet unsurpassed
we'll march from east to west, north and south
tirelessly even climbing over each other to get Caramel
so just bite, bite, crawl, so bite, bite and crawl back to our holes
We, pirates of the underground
heartless thieves in nights or at daylight
savage, cannibalistics horned by instincts and numbers
we want the sweetest and prey on dead and the living too
all we know is bite, so just bite, bite and crawl back to our holes
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
I only like ice in my water
Because you cant water it down
Things stay the same and
the ice will just drown
homogeneous mixture
A tasteless substance
perfect diluteness
Be honest to me and
Help me get through this
is it clear to you now
Why I still pursue this
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
Awake or asleep it doesn’t mean a thing
There is an empty space between everything
We are carbon copies of cosmic iconography
And the dawn plays tricks on our vision
Swollen objects appear to arrest our women
Until we give them lemon and ginger in their water
A hegemony of homogeneous sums
Those Suns and daughters quietly shower
In the waterfall of their parent's fading laughter
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
with at least one of A, B, C, D, E
not equal to zero.
This equation has 15 constants. However,
it can be multiplied by
any non-zero constant
without changing the curve; thus by the choice
of an appropriate constant of multiplication,
any one of the coefficients can be set
to 1,
leaving only 14 constants. Therefore, the space
of quartic curves can be
identified with the real
projective space
RP14 It also follows, from Cramer's
theorem
on algebraic curves, that there is exactly one
quartic curve that passes through a set of
14
distinct points in general
position, since a quartic
has 14 degrees of freedom.
One may also consider
quartic curves over
other fields (or even rings), for instance
the complex numbers. In this way, one
gets
m Riemann surfaces,
which are
one-dimensional
objects over C, but are two-dimensional over R.
An example is the Klein quartic.
Additionally,
one can loo k at curves in the projective
plane,
given by homogeneous polynomials.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC
if you could shine
the darkness would evacuate
but since you're potent
you remain homogeneous to the darkness
your subtle presence
like that of a sickness
hidden only till its effects are seen
death far too sympathetic for you
your personality so evil
that transparency turns into opaque
that love turns into hatred
that wishing upon a shooting star turns into a death wish
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC
altered decency positive as provisions dedicated
tautologies in stated properties, indicators of philosophic
indecency, a plenitude of coins and even sources, a trick
of curiosity, means of kinesipathy celebrated
homogeneous deemed interests of objects, resources cultivated
anew, solid beginnings related to certainty mimic
kyriolexy, come puppets, committed to odd logic
and erroneous ideas, a spacial cases of opponents' rage unabated
and unrestricted, never matched never occasioned, external
perfection, pleasure, frustrated
hopes, a lack of evidence contributes
to predicaments, positive chances of infernal
balance, concordant with sardonic desires, kaleidoscopes
rarefying ****** opportunistic disputes
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 6:28 AM UTC
Upward drift in the quiet space
Things falling into place for once
What is the capital of your heart
let's travel it
Backstreet mouthwash cobblestone wordlocks
Sterile wipes on your cut hands
Find me out in the rotten Hyacinth
Wash me clean of the metaphors of understanding
I'm a child in the darkness crying out
Ripped from the womb with no say in the matter
Cold blank homogeneous liquid
Dampness constricted and concentrated
Four square corner games in crevices
Ceviche on salty chips in the backroom
The gloom you feel post coitus
Unravel the pieces of seed pod thoughts
Untravel every destination post-partum
Under the bridge drug overdose martyrdom
The forest is burning all around us
DRIVE FASTER
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 10:59 PM UTC