"inferring" poems
The orb of night is pulchritudinous tonight,
And not a breath of life in this house seems to notice.
My eyes on you, Your eyes on me,
Viciously music trapped between the bed and windows;
Innocents tiptoeing along the hall,
And us.
While walking towards your car,
I suppose inferring that:
The orb is pulchritudinous tonight,
But what I decry is meant for self-revelation or not at all.
You look at me and smile.
I will always admire the way you glow is so generous to,
Those unaware of the way she fills my eyes.
A delicate modesty.
You open my door,
And I am thankful;
But can’t help wishing to be with someone who notices that,
The Orb is Pulchritudinous tonight.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
I awoke alone,
after a horrid dream.
I turned to your face
to feel something comforting.
In the spot that graced your silhouette
were sheets weighted with regret.
My misdirected inflection
coupled with the misconception,
that 1+1=1 not 2 you see,
when the correct formula
is 1+1≥3
Fact is I lied.
When I pronounced "love"
with greater strength than "as long"
Fact is I lied.
When i said unconditional.
It is the beauty in song.
My regret lies in lack of earlier cognition.
This is not the first time this has happened.
Which means I never learned a lesson
inferring to my lack of a mission
or understanding,
in a man's mind muddled.
I took the position
of sitting down in the struggle.
My body fatigued, eyes bloodshot and wary
I refused to see your definition
of affection realized in the lines of the abstract.
Fact is I lied.
When I said forever;
Knowing I am temporary.
Fact is I lied.
I never finished my sentence.
A more complete thought is "one of many"
The complete truth is my love was uniform.
Designed to let any woman fill the mold.
I lacked passion.
Which gives direction in a sandstorm.
I gave up my attempts to understand why water is wet.
Returned to my dreadful fantasy
wherein my heart would contort and deform.
As I told the truth to you
in a Scarlett and Rhett fashion;
We caressed in a snowstorm.
The message cut deeper than I could ever myself.
Fact is I lied.
When I said I would be fine,smiled
and drank in the last light you would reflect.
Fact is I lied.
When I said it was me
It was the both of us I wished to confect.
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 10:34 PM UTC
*My nature, once pleaded for one of these darling ones!
The amazing hope only found in the fair women down here.
A strength found only in the wilderness having the ability
To drink bourbon until dawn being absolutely naughty
And then the next morning to show you how to properly
Use a fork and knife while signing thank you cards.
To be raised up to all the heights any man could bear:
Has my God ordained my fate to be southern reborn?
Perhaps he has indeed given this soul another turn.
Gullied without a patriot's name, have I lost my sense?
Yet to be treated as if I were by law a prince.
Am I so brave or just this Belle’s tool?
I never saw a patriot yet that wasn’t a fool.
Here comes she now with religion and the laws
Should I be Absalom or should I be David's cause?
But I am the instructor, or have I lost my place?
She has taken me over with so much grace.
Good heavens, how fast must a patriot pant!
She stole me away by saying “A saint I ain’t.”
Pulling off my shoes as she pulls me down from my throne
I cross my eyes as I moan and I groan.
A kingly battle within the sweetest of torments,
Was their ever a prerequisite or my consent?
The look in her eyes – flames, fire and fury – nothing to lose.
Inferring this infernal night is ours to depose;
Oh God it’s true she’s petitioned me to approve her by choice,
But are not my hands still powered by my voice?
So my pious subjects, for my safety please pray.
I do think this Belle has taken all my will away.*
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
.
Some say the scientific method
Is the ultimate algorithm and others
Prefer prayer.
For symbolists, all intelligence can be reduced to manipulating symbols, in the same way that a mathematician solves equations by replacing expressions by other expressions. Symbolists understand that you can't learn from scratch: you need some initial knowledge to go with the data. They've figured out how to incorporate pre-existing knowledge into learning, and how to combine different pieces of knowledge on the fly in order to solve new problems. Their master algorithm is inverse deduction, which figures out what knowledge is missing in order to make a deduction go through, and then makes it as general as possible.
Tea
In its simplicity
Can sustain concentration
For connectionists, learning is what the brain does, and so what we need to do is reverse engineer it. The brain learns by adjusting the strengths of connections between neurons, and the crucial problem is figuring out which connections are to blame for which errors and changing them accordingly. The connectionists' master algorithm is back propagation, which compares a system's outputs with the desired one and then successively changes the connections in layer after layer of neurons so as to bring the output closer to what it should be.
Hungry and cold
A holy condition
A warrior's position
Evolutionaries believe that the mother of all learning is natural selection. If it made us, it can make anything, and all we need to do is simulate it on the computer. The key problem that evolutionaries solve is learning structure: not just adjusting parameters, like back propagation does, but creating the brain that these adjustments can then fine-tune. The evolutionaries' master algorithm is genetic programming, which mates and evolves computer programs in the same way that nature mates and evolves organisms.
Arithmetic
A good shit's the metric
Of a dying man
Bayesians are concerned above all with uncertainty. All learned knowledge is uncertain, and learning itself is a form of uncertain inference. The problem then becomes how to deal with noisy, incomplete, and even contradictory information without falling apart. The solution is probabilistic inference, and the master algorithm is Bayes' theorem and its derivatives. Bayes' theorem tell us how to incorporate new evidence into our beliefs, and probabilistic inference algorithms do that as efficiently as possible.
I can't believe
I won't live forever, therefore,
I invented an afterlife to supplement reincarnation
For analogizers, the key to learning is recognizing similarities between situations and thereby inferring other similarities. If two patients have similar symptoms, perhaps they have the same disease. The key problem is judging how similar two things are. The analogizers' master algorithm is the support vector machine, which figures out which experiences to remember and how to combine them to make new predictions.
Prepare for a powerful anesthesia
Chemical processes irresistible
A good and perfect rest
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
To form a myriad of similitude
Thy were found in an ocean
following a flock of fish
without inferring the fact, that
only few shall reach the destination
who has determination
to follow the unendingly tiring
journey of self made dream
The rest shall only sashay half a distance
whenst thy realize their actual dream
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
ask for more?!
ask for more???
have you lost your mind, man?
i mean really,
ask for more! (said with a chuckle)
asking is admitting
asking is revealing
asking is believing
asking is expecting
asking is...
asking.
nothing is better.
nothing is nothing.
well.
nothing is nothing for awhile
nothing is something after too much nothing
surely, nothing is better than asking
can i infer?
i will infer.
i will make gestures.
i will not be so dumb to act as if there were nothing
but not so bold as to be asking for something
i will infer
i'll will things with my mind
i will desperately wish things
quietly...
silently, even?
that seems noble and perfectly normal
mind reading
inferring
making ridiculous gestures
struggling
and talking to oneself
is surely
a saner and wiser path.
ask for more!
ha!
madman!
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
You're wasting your breath
Just standing there finding another reason to ***** at me-
After inferring a ***** onto me, when I said I wasn't feeling up to go out,
You nag on my driving,
When I'm the one driving you around,
So find another reason to ***** at me-
If nagging me about not putting the toliet paper roll on the hook helps you sleep better,
Okay.
But let's remember whose going.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
Entrancing as the view is
It's like watching silent movies
Where overly painted faces
Gesticulate with solemn graces
Open to interpretation
Until the words appear
Surrounded by fanciful borders
Innocuously proclaiming
The weather is fine today, m'dear
And you laugh anyway
Because what they just said
Is not how it sounded in your head
Especially because how they are dressed
Lord forgive my misconstruing
a torrid expression so ambiguous
It eclipsed my ubiquitousness
I'm just trying to understand
From the arms that are flying
and the cheeks that are burning
Without the words inferring
If it will be a fine day today
or
If the world has finally stopped turning
I need the words to come first
Before the screen scene
Or else I'll laugh, when I should cry
To be misunderstood feels obscene
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:38 AM UTC
She doesn't say a thing
She lurks around in silence
Constantly watching you
Sometimes observing you closely
Stalking each stories you share
Digesting your words each day
Analysing, inferring, drawing conclusions
on a daily basis...
You don't even know she exist...
Weird.. but she is here..
and she knows everything about you
even if you don't tell..
even if you are being discreet...
Beware of this scary thing...
you wouldn't imagine could happen...
she is not anybody you know
She has no face...
She has no name...
She is in FACEBOOK...
and breathing your name...
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
The words on the toilet door
Travellers of the world
Leaving their mark
All amusing, till
Six words jumped out
WAS IT YOUR LIFE TO LOSE
What was he inferring too
Couldn’t have been himself
No, that wouldn’t make sense
Suicide, was it a selfish act of suicide
A surgeon, the impossible operation
Men going to war
Is he asking the generals
But surely you would direct that question to politicians
What the hell is he meaning
Is he asking the ultimate question
The meaning of life
Is he questioning God
The giver of life
The taker away
Who knows
WAS IT YOUR LIFE TO LOSE.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
Indearment relates to the conscious
mind in strange and inferring terms.
Too often and seldom
hath thou image
been engraved amidst the
fluttering pictorial slideshow lining my psyche.
When I want you, I need you
; desire sprouts from my arteries and spreads like wildfire.
But in rare moments of absolute tranquility (for example the the little death one experiences after ****** do I realize the futility of that very emotion I held to be sacred only seconds prior. "Love" is merely an emotional adaptation to a physical necessity
Self-indulgence is the name of the game.
Wanna play ?
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
I never had the chance
to hear 'I miss you'
uttered from your lips
with any hint
of you sincerely being serious
I can feel the freedom
tearing me
limb from limb
because my core burns out
but my ribs cave in
and every notch on my bedpost
doesn't feel like victory
or anything, really
because the last time I felt
was the last time I said
I miss you
and I won't put myself
through righteous hell
(again)
even though here I stand
pulling excuses from thin air
like,
you forgot your pen,
you still have my sweater,
I still have your virginity,
tucked into that drawer
that I won't open
because it smells like home
and
we both know that would drive me
right over the edge
yet you also know so well
that if I was presented with 'home'
I wouldn't be able to tell
the difference.
So when I say home,
I'm inferring
that it tasted like your absence
and passive aggression
and sheets tangled with sweat
no longer from passion
but from the constant
cage of dreaming
taking a weightless axe
to throats
to home
to anyone
who dares to say
that I've moved on
because
I've moved seventeen times
and never once
have I felt like
I did with your face in my hair
and my chin on your chest
like home.
and I've avoided it so long
and now it's or I am gone
and either way
your eyes shift past my face
past my naked sincerity
past my begging for
'I miss you's
that won't come home.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
for my tattoo girl
am admitting,
revealing, believing, expecting,
asking direct,
no inferring, no discerning,
needs answers,
need more,
need art in my life
need teach in my life,
need teach me
how
what
to ask for more,
when get one sweet answer,
get two new quests,
get two new queries,
need you to teach me
how to ask, how to never be satisfy,
anything else would be madness
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
Nostalgia
Is suffocating.
Inferring
Is perverting.
me
and you
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 3:55 PM UTC
I feel your eyes on me,
Pulling me towards you.
Your intensity heightens,
Till surrender is all I can do.
I breathe in your taste,
Enveloped by your very life.
Your lips embrace mine,
Cutting through protests like a knife.
They move with subtle dexterity,
Melting my very soul.
With your fiery passion,
And ardent resolve.
Your body moves slowly,
Stirring sensations deep within mine.
We begin to move as one,
Bodies, minds and souls align.
Something begins to rise in me,
Blossoming from my inner femininity.
I see your lips press together gently,
Hear your sharp exhale, and am thrown into divinity.
All the while, your eyes still on me,
Inferring something with a raise of one brow..
But those wondrous lips form no words,
Not a single vow.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 4:11 PM UTC
Watching my life live on video
Inferring everything about me.
From tip to top I feel it's all true.
I just want to break free.
Letting me go unconsciously
Knowing I'll always come back.
Injecting myself with the breath of life,
It's like a cheat. Life's very own hack.
As waves of the sea of life
Crash upon the shores of betrayal and lies,
Washing away all the memories
I realize how quickly time flies.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
See the TRUTH and shame the devil
Tell the truth and shame the devil
duplicity, chicanery, Machiavellian and being disingenuous
all have consequences that you will pay for eventually
You have ruined names, reputations, careers and a happy home
in what you lied is some revolution against 'Elitism'
when they truth is a racist mobbing of a successful black couple
who stood up to a thieving racist family and thus your racist war
Tell the truth and shame the devil
you and your mob of criminal gang-stalkers and fooled vigilantes
have framed, fabricated, manipulated, hounded and intimidated
gone through every insidious permutations of Gang-stalkers Manual
thinking I would have broken down or committed suicide by now
you taken an innocent couple, divided them and wrecked love
you've ruined careers, made me jobless, isolated me, spread poison
Tell the truth and shame the devil
you keep on fabricating lies to hide your evil deeds and manners
got unaware masses believing your framing and cover ups
after creating false and staged incidences and happenings
all done to keep stitching me up as you have always done
fooling people into believing they are gods controlling things
selling dummies to people and mugging their intelligence
Tell the truth and shame the devil
you racist bullies picking on a black man because he has no gang
because he is polished and calm, you assume he'll fall in no time
you diminish my strength, stoicism, by creating false reasons
my self-respect, self-assurance and self control you hinge on false
premises, inferring I can only maintain your enforced celibacy
because I am stripping women with my eyes or gaping at big *****
Tell the truth and shame the devil
You are racist criminals hell bent on silencing and destroying me
I am standing still cause I am innocent, confident, intelligent brave
I do not operate through the base instincts of people like you
who are governed by their simple minds and uninformed emotions
childish, immature, base, uncouth, crass indulgent, simplistic *****
your asinine attempts at manipulation or control is all a big con
on the masses who you have hood=winked from day one till now
Tell the truth and shame the devil
off-course you can not because you are all born liars and psychos
triggers, hinges, anchors, sensitizing, gas-lighting, hazing, softening, terrorizing, demoralizing, how long you have been at it,
I am still standing, I am not scared of low lives, **** and criminals
You can fool all the people some of the time and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.
Tell the truth and shame the devil
Tell the truth and shame the devil
Tell the truth and shame the devil
Tell the truth and shame the devil
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
Talk not of people how very sane;
They tear and burn, they droop inflame
Figure not how soon, they drift away
They were not yours, they go astray
How fine the fickle minded brain !
It tickles, turns and rocks and rains
Inferring merely in whims and charms
Reckoning unknowing at a single disarm
Misfired flames that bring to ruins
The gentle laughter into heckled fumes
Fuming rage that never could ****
Yet, had enough to sincerely reveal
Displaced prejudice or hurtful losses
Not the flower, that I knew apostle
Sincere my wishes, apologies true
I beg, conclude and give in to you
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 11:06 PM UTC
( )
> where drifts the self?
frore strath
where stalkers
drip their sultry rest
and our shoulders
thaw
into
the moor of dumb ”Earth”;
> where do the ARROWS lead?
to the soft cortège of gut
slunk in eve’s
inferring weave;
often whit’s
threnode
where bre^th ignores its end
> what stirs now?
wearing the guise of lack
[...]
ego, and
a patch of moss in sombre ”snow”
lurching
beyond limbs,
beyond need
> when loosens time?
the night clasps
thin as the sigh of origin
and i
(and we)
one sunken, shallow leaf;
do not rise /
do not recall
> none beside?
only the dreary,
detailed fatigue
of being
unmade, unmade...
> ▍
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 5:00 PM UTC
Watching my life live on video
Inferring everything about me.
From tip to top I feel it's all true.
I just want to break free.
Letting me go unconsciously
Knowing I'll always come back.
Injecting myself with the breath of life,
It's like a cheat. Life's very own hack.
As waves of the sea of life
Crash upon the shores of betrayal and lies,
Washing away all the memories
I realize how quickly time flies.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
extrapolate (v.)
"make an approximate calculation by inferring unknown values from trends in the known data," 1862
From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=extrapolate>
wadjew thank they was doin'?
I thought they was stretching a bit of known into a whatifery zone
we can defend, on auto,
our reason for being based on
doing the task of becoming,
we all remember being weak, once
you was a little bitty baby, and son,
yo momma coulda wanted you less,
doncha know,
sbeen so long since cain' been gone,
nobody hear or can holler
loud enough raisin' up
t' raise cain, hearken,
djathank it was u,
ambiguous u-un-uni-uni'n' so on,
you think
this and that, and think, I may absorb.
-------- the overrunning thing-stuff ----
The economics black box that changes
everything,
this witty invention, I heard,
it's a shemetic thing,
y'gnowadamean?
Phoenician ****** says,
his cargo master writes these signs,
that let not one broken amphora
be marked as delivered,
as it is written so it is paid, in common money,
with the exchangers at the bench,
all with ledgers, balanced to the mite/
- 2021, though, quest questing question
ever-like things, likeness is the significance of
such whys as modify the meaning in ever,
literal
actual
ever, every means like one of those ever
lasting things, forms, right, the idea
that functions as the spirit of an imagined
ever thing.
[[[[[
In this, these, yes
these common story tropes. Gno-
sense the comedies and tragedies
had casts and plots
to fit the needed emoting from the start,
since the first bee dance,
was done in human terms, the purpose,
show the way to continued life,
as a whole, human being mob.
Earthlings,
Earth,
can you hear the ....
no signal
[[[[[
Jul 14, 2021
Jul 14, 2021 at 10:03 PM UTC
The sun erupts at dawn, beaming a wistful smile down the broken fields of men. As roosters crow before the light breaks completely through the hushed darkness of night. A house sits staring at the sight of hurried feet clamoring up and down the cold streets of the morning, thick fog form silhouettes of weary flesh dancing at the sight of light. Warm sheets cloak my aching bones as I try to get back to sleep, turning from one side to the other, finding the spot where I can fit in. Holding onto that shadow drifting like a leaf floating on a river, under the inferring eyes of a smiling moon. A dame playing hide and seek, playful and sly, a demon disguised as an angel. Slowly, all the banter and dispensable chattering disappeared like air bursting on a bubble, suddenly there was silence. Silence creeping inside me like ghoulish arms dragging me to sleep. Darkness shrouded me and all the light became the cobwebs on a cupboard in a house rotting on a forsaken shore; tiny, fickle, weak. All the noise had stopped except for the voice screaming from the other side of my mind. Finding its way onto the surface; an overdue dream or an unaddressed reminiscing from the past. It gets louder and louder, until I can almost hear the shouting beside me. A knock on the door woke me up and reminded me that I wasn’t alone, and won’t be for an indefinite period of time. How frustrating, how futile.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC