"incremented" poems
*islam provided a change of etymology,
ha satan is no longer
a matter of definite or indefinite accusation;
more a case of the accusing
deceived, for it it now know
that the downfall of israel due to king solomon
was due to an accuser indeed,
but its resurrection could only be
incremented by a deceiver.*
p.s. a philosopher that does not meddle
in theological nouns will continue, time and time
again, entrenched in whether
hydrochloric is true to qualify
rather than already lose to the aristotelian
quantification parameter of naming, cf., properly;
apparently there's an atom spare
and it justifies socrates uttering he
knew nothing while being paradoxically engaged
in the previously un-discovered dialectics
to undermine rhetoric with a methodology (i.e.
knowing something).
before they pulled my upper madible wisdom teeth out
i was asked a question by the anaesthetist
to which i replied quo vadis, odd, because i
should have said qua vadis, meaning in translation
not where are you going, but in second in command:
*what is your manner of travelling the path being fulfilled?
by foot or by hoofed trot?*,
which would make up a chiral momentary inertia
where i, a poet, about to have his wisdom teeth pulled
out, and he, an anaesthetist induced a coma on me;
so it made sense, basically.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 8:45 PM UTC
Contouring each cheek bone,
Defining each bump,
With exquisiteness you were made,
A color palette used to make those beautiful eyes,
With your creamy white skin,
Emerald lenses were made that incremented your beauty,
Your hair so brown,
Fall on your face,
With your tone they reflect your appearance,
Each and every part of you-
Was made with such tenderness,
You were made with such love,
The power of surgeries,
The usage of makeup,
Or any other thing cannot make you perfect,
If God has made you this way,
Maybe you're tempting and attractive this way,
So why change yourself and fiddle with His gift?
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC
there’s a Dragon on my shoulder
a roiling mass of fire and smoke
burning me to my very core
strangling me until i weep and choke
there’s a Dragon on my shoulder
her embrace is a gentle deception
as she fills my mind with pernicious night
and darkness bridles my perception
there’s a Dragon on my shoulder
serpentine whispers ensnare me as she sings
words of loathing to all that i am
and becomes the blade with which i cut my skin
there’s a Dragon on my shoulder
her incremented tail wraps around my thighs
“food is a bane,” she chastises
as she waves my weight before my eyes
there’s a Dragon on my shoulder
and i believe her pseudo truths
i am a burden to those who care
and should accept her fatal noose
there’s a Dragon on my shoulder
and there are thoughts in my head
thoughts of starving, of cutting, of hatred
and of how i deserve to be dead
there’s a Dragon on my shoulder
but there’s a teacher of hope in my life
who says violent Dragons are grueling to tame
but will carry you the furthest when they fly
We all have dragons on our shoulders
We all have burdens We shall bear
until We become dauntless dragon riders
and when the strongest rise
We’ll be there
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 2:07 AM UTC