"indeterminacy" poems
when we think idle thoughts and ****** with our mind
we might as well just blandly look into the sky
and absent-mindedly pursue the flights of distant birds
against the matrix of blue firmaments
which seem less infinite than our imaginary universe
trying to look beyond that globe of blue
we venture into depths that really make us think
about the cosmos out in space
infinite stars and planets of unknown identity
we soon become aware
that our idle thoughts are dwarfed
by the immenseness of the space
through which not quite discovered forces
propel our planet with incredible speed
to destinies we do not know
perhaps in order to avoid acknowledgement
of this precarious reality
we fill our lives with more comforting things
fashions wars power games religion money
internet chats with other avatars et cetera
anything to distract us from the contemplation
of insights into how to live
in such a transient indeterminacy
with a determined sense of goal and meaning
think about it
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
over two billion people
these days are waiting to commemorate
the birth of one whom they consider
humankind‘s savior
it happened more than 2000 years ago
since then it has not really been established
from what he has saved us
looking at our history
does not help much either
maybe this is a good thing
such indeterminacy can be quite uplifting
after all
who does not like to be saved?
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
The sound of a car alarm,
"Detonating" might not sound inappropriate
Like waking into a fight that's
kicking off-
on Sunday mornings.
This is the realisation
Of how the world intrudes
Of how the the inner sanctum
is detached from the private self.
Car alarms -the drones of greater Western suburbia.
How are we expected to be overwhelmed by life
When we desire all the apps and whistles
Of electronic distraction
to keep our heart rates
Steadily rising?
Seeing a jettisoned supermarket trolley
Abandoned in a riverbed
Close to a church whose peak attendance
Occurs at summer weddings
Explains more about the human capacity for tragedy
Than most schloarly texts on Greek Drama
Surely this the curse of socities who best express sentiments through images?
The ability to make exhibitions out of emotions, of replaying journeys
Without speaking words
Somewhere a girl runs away from home
Somewhere else a boys runs to his bedroom
And even the streetlights betrayed with shattered glass
Make the sound of thunderstorms
on warm evenings.
The moon too bright to decipher as a circle
with unshielded eyes.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 8:45 AM UTC
back to normal so quickly
in an instant melting
the alien coating
that flavored my ache
layered my peculiar humor
night with every one gone upstairs
sitting with toxic concoctions that
i only knew i needed
when my mind went
blank
the pizza box i stepped
on melted by snow fused
to the ground i stepped
on it twice and the moisture
soaked itself stuck on my bones
passive bellicose falling asleep screaming cleaning down the dark street nobody there shave my neck with a switch-blade and we sink together into a comfort that makes us sick sad and listless just this quiet nowhere
my nowhere in the sterile kitchen
scrubbed with a solution fading
with circular wipes but ring stains
persist condensation lifting me out
of my body to see where the real
indeterminacy lies
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
the day blinks,
the sunset stinks,
the rhyming is de-fining,
is this how low you’ll go?
to get their blood hot, earn
their likes and hearts, a lot?
your personal side slides,
means you don’t need to
repent, nyet, been sentenced-sent
to the zone of indeterminacy
*the day blinks, somewhere
tween day dying time and
maybe nighttime resurrection*
*unless you been there,
you missed it when,
the day blinks, then all them
souls, sinners and saints,
(oh yeah, the **** poets too!)
sneaky snuck out, went forced marching*
into the zone of indeterminacy
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC