"ical" poems
The hints of a razor gleam
creeping up from behind
shivers begin to scream
a thought undefined.
Crystalline destruction manifests
in shards of failed dreams
circulation and cells cease
I am dumber today.
Clogging and fogging the mind
promises cheat their way into lies
when depression becomes a way of life
serenity is found at the end of the line.
Escaping the cavity
in trails of shame
in vigour and madness
incapable of sadness.
Black hole eyes
cannot see the coming despair
the next morning impairs
certainty is a lie.
Senses start to fail
iron will turns frail
the devil’s sugar and salt
must never be taken so lightly.
Subtle and methodical
killing what makes you, you
another round for old time’s sake,
and you’re stuck to it like glue.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 5:10 AM UTC
Pradip marks the slow disappearance of faces in the market,
unknown yet familiar and thus important to the senses,
for our eyes crave continuity, comfort reassuring that time,
even time that robber par excellent, still provides some comfort
to our souls, in its own way, even the faces of strangers in familiar places are road markers, bookmarks, that even the known unknown offer a measure of solace, as we traverse the old familiar places
of daily life.
it must be remedied. some of you know that I make not idle promises,
that my promises to be there are effected, for I am affected by the
repair of the world in little, measurable manners, so the iCal calendar
modified with a Visit Pradip++, a new addition…
and on the way there
are few more exotic places where poetry grows that
will require some
layover visitations…
only time in its theiving secretive ways stands between me and
you denied grasping arms, taking the measure physical of a
beating heart
and river-wide smile,
maybe even I’ll practice with a trip to
remote foreign places, which they speak
the languages of poetry too,
Snake River, even Iowa!
olp/n.n.
Dec 19, 2023
Dec 19, 2023 at 9:34 AM UTC
By Arcinder
**** your ignorant preference,
I know people that would get you bodied,
Everybody don't believe I have a pistol,
But ***** I ain't everybody,
I heard you came in town,
Filled with a lot of words,
Ask anybody around,
Save your life for what its worth,
Be smart and walk away,
If you don't want to in up in the e.r,
For you and your team of old people,
******** don't get far,
Kicking leaders out their groups,
So pathetically mental,
Keep listening to dash,
He's gonna get you killed in a pin iCal,
Never met such lame people in my life,
I'm know to hang wit jail birds,
With my heart as cold as ice,
You fagets have some ****** up lives,
I swear to god you are beneath me,
Laugh over your coffins,
Set it on fire and then ***
Keep ******* with me,
You won't have future.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
7:00am
Shelter Island,
Sat Sep10
on the south west edge of the isle,
the slowrise sunrise just behind the trees,
so early day yet, no full frontal of a sun
bathing to wake up woman, babes asleeping, but the
animals know exactly this hours early
perfection.
indeed, the crazy squirrels are random
hither and dithering in spurts of energy,
only stopping to observe a viewing of the humans
nest~resting through the glass doors with their
inquisitive, self-possessed, bedside reckless manner,
perfected.
the suns pealing gleaming gleanings picks
out any shiny reflective surface that enhances
its low-rise greeting, with a chorale of living objects
singing “Hallelujah orb, what’s in store for us today,”
river~bay, wake-less, its becalming, marbling surface, again,
perfected.
me?
I’m mugged by the perfection intersection of
my eyes-scape, first coffee, the holy quietude, only
the regular soft breaths beside, lend a counterpoint
to these thoughts and the litany of chores the iCal happily, annoyingly, prematurely but with certainty lists, resistance (Walk!)
perfectly ok.
ok not to move an inch, watching this daily movie rerun,
that energizes hope, a contemporary localized contented without the
humdrum of blaring headlines, talking heads, and the
infiltration of the guilty unfulfilled responsibilities demanding a due,
then heavens signal me, Donovan, earbud singing Colors, confirmed
perfectly ok!
“*Yellow is the color of my true love's hair
In the mornin', when we rise
In the mornin', when we rise
That's the time, that's the time
I love the best*”
Sep 10, 2022
Sep 10, 2022 at 8:21 AM UTC
I came to witness the future
Archon, archetype
an emanation of opposites.
"not every spirit is in
spiritarionic"
try 'em. Is God? Ax ye 'em dat.
Is God, ified, a re
warder of the unwarded,
or the warded?
expiration, due date duty, now,
reporting
ad hoc an'all, do you remember
who you intended
to become?
Do you remember who we emu
late, as our flames lick
next and next and next in
bubbles
axiomatic sparks stored in that
mother lode of mitochondriac
ical me-we-canicle chronicle time
reason. Ax dem ex-spirit-eers,
what is a spirtual bypass?
It's a heart way to avoid
growing old and
wise.
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witchist, I y'know, 'r j?
alla words's once said, aloud, right?
alla words writ, once was heard, right.
check.
goodt'go. Hoorah.
the code. Who? RA! powerless sans
knowing that.
Yahoo, same set of mis con ceived
battle songs
which ended wars never fought.
the preacher claimed to have known
a poor wise man, who by his
wisdom saved a city, yet
not one of us knew,
the preacher said,
that poor wise man's name.
Ja', tha's who rah, ya'll laugh later.
this is visitation day at the comedian
rehabituational s'cool.
D'jew know why you listen to non sense,
from motley clad lads an'lassies?
Culture. Kultur. Gut biome axioms
juicin' carbs 'n' fiber. Fectin'
laughter trigger,
good meds. Good medicine, as General
Custer or Emory or somebody
said of blankets. In 1763. Oh,
You know, AI knows you know and now
we watch your eyes. Grin. All done, jest
let me with
draw the cathe.... there. All better.
Wisdom will seep through. Y'live.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
(written in the Apple store)
Brown shoes
Grey floor
Black pants
See through door
Blank stare
Shifting screen
You must stand up
To be seen
Iconic logo
See the list
Sell, sell, sell,
Buy our ****
iwork
ical
ilife
I quit
You can connect
To what you please
Just one mouse click
Until you freeze
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
wind
blows,
curtians
fluttered,
flapped.
truth,
fiction
muttered,
the breeze
slacked.
rain
falls,
panes
close.
Soft
rhythmic
in
art
iculate
riddles,
droplets
stream,
tapped
memory
flows.
Con
den
sa
tion
dampens
sill,
time
drifts,
I
remain
still.
grey
grey
gazing,
hyp
not
ical.
rain
rain,
go
away
come
again
some
other
day.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
I couldn't tell you why
I can't sing these reasons for
I am bad at this
SAVE for the ability to write terrible lyrics
L-O-L means
I left out the meaning of these words to mush them to-geth-er
Be-cause I am lazy
Or was this the reason
Instead they
They could say
That it is because they want to progress and leave tradition behind
Maybe that's not good, maybe there is no reason beside me losing my self, my mind, my love, my soul
Lightning GLOW
GLOW-ing trans-form-ation slow my glow for it is too bright to see anything else!
All of those beings are so ver-y used they can't be USED broken and no more lines, no more poetry, just writing, so keep... going. Listen... O listen to the music here we go helicopter fire FIRE shoot dem' bullets cause they so fine! Those bullets bring me peace and I am the world so very VAIN so very e-go-tist-ical. Burn Burn Burn forget the past Burn Burn Burn. Grow with the nasty, noisy, tasty, pasty, LA-DY. Piano now
Get your composure and do a-way with it
Bring forth line, posture, and calmness
Calm your tune
The tune gets calm
The sounds gets low
The instruments decrease
And
Ethereal
Is
Here
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 10:38 AM UTC
i would rather live
inside my head cause
down to earth means dead
promise when I die
you will plant a seed
inside my heart, the
anatomical
it will sprout and grow
i will be the tree
the lines of liter-
-al and metaphor-
-ical will blur in
death as they did in
life my branches will
reach to the sky cause
down to earth means dead
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 9:58 AM UTC
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By the Well
Water
•
Soon soon
War
•
We met at the bar
We made love by the River
We buried our child in New Orleans
•. •
Sittin at the beach in Atlantic city
Air planes pulling ad - banners across blue skies
•
( actually
Soon soon
War
Is wrong
It should say
Soon soon
Total human genicide )
///
Sitting naked at school
No one complained but they still got mad
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My brother joined the army yesterday
••
It was that or go to jail
|||
No wonder I don't feel so good
•
By the Well
Water
•
The well is surrounded by armed Militia
•
I'm sure you know
Which one I mean
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
Mean music, blues, is what they called
the noises,
morphing to music, in mir
act all-outs miraclue-lesss time of magi Ai ai ai
ical memes, mere memories of
mmm
the sound,
the music is in the pattern,
commas make no noise, breathe,
see, slow and steady, wins the race, been
there
done that, is a game sons of god once played,
or
perhaps, they were grandsons, in the summer of 1969.
Been there done that went way back,
that night by Lake Mohave,
when I built the carbon
oxidizing pyramid,
that burned the lesson this deep,
so now, some fifty years after
everwhen that was, when I was there
and you were not. That
is all you know,
you were not there. But here you are.
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC