"indefiniteness" poems
Jordan gave me rose quartz prayer beads. Freddy picked me up and spun me around.
I kissed the beads and kissed my hand and blew it to the stars, over and over again.
Thank you universe, for the kind hearted people you have dropped into my existence.
Thank you universe, for the good music, the good **** good wine, and good company.
Thank you, for the smiles, the laughs, the cigarettes, the numbers given out on backs of receipts.
Thank you for the swing sets, the campfires, the coffee and tea, the cars we drive around in.
Thank you for emotions.
Thank you for the feeling I get when someone kisses my forehead,
the feeling when someone compliments my smile,
the feeling when I notice the moon for the first time that evening.
Thank you, for the moon, the stars, the clouds, and the autumn breeze.
Thank you for the sounds, the crickets, the leaves rustling, the clinking glasses,
and the sound of small kisses.
Thank you for the snort I get when I laugh to hard.
Thank you for the bass, the guitar, the drums.
Thank you for the shouts, the soft spoken, the loud, and the whispers.
Thank you for the doors, the staircases, and the windows.
Thank you for everything that ever was, is, and will be.
Thank you for the indefiniteness of the now.
Thank you for everything.
I once read in a book, that the likelihood of our proteins folding just so to make us what we are is comparable to that of a twister rolling through a junkyard and assembling a jumbo jet.
This is something I like to remind myself daily.
It is so miraculous that we are here today to experience everything and everyone around us, and be able to document and share it.
I hope one day someone can look at my photographs and writings and feel these immense and overwhelming emotions that I feel in these moments.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 6:10 AM UTC
"strange"
is declared
of person
who rationalizes
that matter if
non-human
non-animal
non-living
merits recognition
as being good
on it's own
but really
are we
the ultimate stewards
of absolute purpose?
what confirms our judgement
in deeming what deserves
to exist for it's own
and what belongs
to our means
and ours alone?
is it so fantastic
to suggest
that by some means of
indefiniteness
of intangible
comprehension
all matter
is fundamentally intertwined
in the sense
everything is stardust
created by
the universe's omnipotent hand?
don't you
ever get the feeling
inside of your conscious
too?
doesn't your awareness
ever whisper
as a sentience
you have an obligation
from some unspoken contract
signed before birth
to uphold the integrity
of everything
that inhabits this earth
whether or not
it thinks in the way you do?
for what purpose
we exist assembled into
abrupt profound togetherness
remains undecided
earth's fabrications
will survive
harmoniously
but
will you
do the same?
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC
I foster an incremental relation to the cosmos, enticed regularly by its indefiniteness and appeal.
Its evolutions, innate behaviors, and formidable sciences are recompense for earth’s meager discrepancies.
I often engage in the caprice to dismount much dissatisfaction by the constancy of riveting celestial events.
These beings possess no artificiality.
Its prophetic order, ornate and stupendous architectural facets have allowed a crescendo of dispositional hysteria.
Prosaic imprecations are deduced from its auxiliary wherewithal.
There is no contrition in immersing in enthrallment nor is there fickleness in trust.
Magnificent bodies orbit in finesse and probability, achieving universality and control.
Though these incitements are exponentially cheering, my origin is but connoted in despondency.
Usurpers and ill-suited vandals proliferated by the intemperance of the Ptolemaic discipline.
Rustics, miscreants and idle minds misdirected by less virtuous planetary derision.
My cognitive severity asserted by ominous consummation.
Oh how these preponderant truths confine me unfortunate.
Soliloquy is but an affliction amidst this era of anachronistic reign.
Grandiose passivity is intolerable at this time.
I plan to dichotomize my adamant fate from precepts and conditions anew.
The deposition of malfeasant kings will be sought.
Ploys I have already configured; propagation is near to instigation.
I will exhort my ascent to prime eminence.
The stars will sanction me to a rightful end.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
Dear Anne,
I am crying now. Not because of sadness, not because of anger or frustration... But because I am overwhelmed. Not a bad kind of overwhelmed, but one that is full of awe and joy.
I am overwhelmed that after all the pain both of us have gone through, after all the hurting, anger, and fears... I wake up one morning and find myself in love with you all over again. But not the same kind of love I felt when I first had you, or during our most wonderful times together - believe it or not, it was so much more. It's the kind of love that transcends through distance, through time... My heart never settles. You know that. It is never still, it always wants and you know that the way it wants something, it does its best to get it right away. But now, it is different. It has learned to be still. It has learned to endure waiting, to endure uncertainties; to endure the fear that it does not know how you feel - or if you will be willing to accept it back or not. But amidst this indefiniteness, it fights... With a smile. It fights the good fight. It wakes up every morning beating hard and loud with purpose: that is to make you happy again. To show you how much you mean to this heart... that every heart beat, every drop of blood flowing through its veins are all with beautiful intent.
This heart is beating, this heart is in joy. It skips a beat when it senses you, it speeds up when it remembers you.
The only prayer I have now is that you will listen to its every beat. :) That you will hear what it has been trying to shout, what it has been fighting for. :)
You are loved, Anne. Remember that somewhere, someone wakes up every day inspired, motivated - to be a better person for herself. With high hopes that when you get to meet her again, all the familiarities will rush and you remember this stranger who loved you with all her joyful heart.
Yours and yours alone,
Mims
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
Love is mythical
as it bears indefiniteness
and truly immeasurable;
love has infinite variables
in meaning and applications!
Love is myth
as it is invisible
with no physical identity
that it can not be appraised
for its viability and significance.
But myth or not
such being an emotion
has possessed every heart
be it a commoner or royal
for its impact is great in life .
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
the reason it's flawed...
is because it's doubly definitive,
i.e. drunk, e.g. the lord of the rings,
it's drunk! it's an aquarium dizzy in sight!
the definite lord cannot be
an analogue, a replica, a cloning,
an imitation... invoking such demands
would counter the success of the story...
for no divisive act can follow a divisive act
in english grammar - backgammon point lost i.e.
definite and divisive K.O...
let me apply the rules... what symbols
akin to mathematics could be applied to
words as they are to digits in such a simple
way as to modulate arithmetic rubric, if
there be no grammatical rubric?
engage in language to such an extent
that it defeats you, in order to see
the irrationality of others; the double definitive
is the route easiest to spot - i guess it's
worthy to mention the cinematic affair,
that you might be mesmerised by a lord, who's the lord,
and all the marriages under the sky:
metaphor for marriage?
not to mention that he was the omni- and invisible.
cursor via this digression through to:
there is need... for juggling...
both hands must be present;
definite indefinite, even odd...
but i guess
the lord of the rings, with its double-use of
definite articles is like all stories sold
to the public, sold meaning forced,
****** art conducted in the spare-time,
art without gamble to live a life of modesty.
find the weakness of your creativity, find the weakness
of your creativity, and you will find creativity itself
by it being exhausted, each time you begin
the process of writing;
with Einstein's space-time relativity
came Rembrandt's spare-time relativity...
art and plumbers... oh noble indeed...
but still the double definitive of expression...
there is necessary ambiguity to mind,
an indefiniteness for exploration of universal interpretation
whether that be the populace of the 17th or the 21st century
needing it.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC
When I told you
I will go the distance just to be with you
Just to prove you
that I have changed;
and that I have realized that
you are the only person
worth taking risks for...
I meant it. :)
And yes,
even if it means
miles and miles
of uncertainties
and indefiniteness
I will jump blindfoldedly
keeping my faith, trusting completely...
for I know we're worth it.
You are always loved, Anne. Always.
Yours and yours only,
Mims.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 12:24 PM UTC
When you know
you have emptied out
yourself;
hollowed your soul
and found within you
that beautiful realization
that in the centre
of the centre
of the depth
of yourself,
it is still her.
And you smile
at the thought
that this heart
will be resilient -
through time, fate and chances.
For amidst the indefiniteness,
it is certain
that this heart
will be whole again for you.
And that it will
have every heart beat
only for you. :)
You are always loved, Anne. :)
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 9:02 AM UTC
I feel so lost and confused in the graveyard of my dreams
Like a crystal circus ball where the timeline's infinite
Although I am young and full to my capacities
I am shackled to a sorrow that has no destiny
For so it's been told at least it's been making me believe
Of someone that I know nothing of nor ever even seen
Just a comment just a thought
Maybe the ignorance of fools that just might be
That lurked into the deepest part of me
Where I've been used as a tool
To be the one where they have unburden their own self pity
As here I am now in the remainder of their ashes
There is filth there is darkness
An uncertainty that scares all calmness
There is more than only madness
There, I lay there in the obscureness of my answers
Of the person that I might be or never ever see
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
I pour a cold one down my throat
To subdue the rage, or perhaps anxiety
Underlying and insidious.
Though more likely to swallow, with it
Regret. The small things, and the large.
I suppose it does not really matter,
Regarding to relevancy. But I drink,
I write and then I reminisce.
The past, her lips, and the discussions.
Yet, never quite feeling able enough
To be. Vulnerability, it escapes me.
And as one memory passes onto another,
Never does it become anything less
Than meaningful. Each moment
Shining as a star to define the
Indefiniteness which both calls to me,
And more accurately eludes all
That I wish to be.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC
There I was bathed in the suns forgotten
just a child then, an innocent to evil
but the sun knew me for what I was
and I grew wings and became Gods child
All on Earth are children
in this giants playground
my own spread wings
and pity judges you all
To be awoken again
to fight once again
hold your heart in one hand
and be willing to die this night
Oh mortal me
oh mortal we
do we die
with such indefiniteness
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 1:36 PM UTC