"lambda" poems
your George Klooney appeals to your filter.
you brunch with Tungsten and straight up toxic marriages.
the mob rules the Jupiter, so therefore and ever after
you mop Hell's kitchen while you slideshow
your thumb through the wreckage
of your tender aggressions in the marsh
where the hard sky lobs acid and false globs
of character... we blur the chi chi's and wiz bang
the last dirge
we incur the wrath of our blissful innocence
and sweeten the Lama
with our Lambda, " all back of the bus, and **** "
we betwixt the twain.
and that's the grease
in the varmint. the tuft of luscious.
you gob-smack the kiwi and chip away at the porcine thunder
of our pagan banquet.
the lungs you drum with; are even now
less equipped to sermon the mount
where your meek inherits
lengua tacos.
and your life means nothing, really....
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
I originally wrote "its funny" as the first line
however I dont think
its funny
I started liking you far too long ago
and I got stuck on the Argo sailing
in sorrow under the statue of Rhodes.
I started writing a poem a day
just to impress you and I realized that
i only ever impressed myself
You like our car side conversations
maybe because I keep good company
or maybe because you were actually interested
in the hopelessness that
I am.
I start to make you a black hole
and I am past the event horizon.
Sunlight only escapes through my words.
My open lips meet your parted sentences
cut short by the warmth of human breath.
I made you into poetry
but I should have followed my sisters advice
and not smashed you into my poetry books
I should not have swirled the words of your
glassy blue eyes into golden threads
binding ancient books.
Thats where I went wrong.
I cared to much.
Our path wasnt a lambda where two paths meet to make one
we were an x
bold on the page but
only crossing for a mere moment.
I dont regret any of it. I just wish
you knew that I meant all of it.
Pretty poems
and movies on weeknights.
Masquerades hiding our feelings.
I never even asked where you stood.
What your mask meant.
What it was hiding.
I showed up to the ball dressed like art
and you were cinderella
waiting for her prince charming.
I shatter glass slippers.
and arrange the fresh fragments into
an ugly spectacle
of futility.
We are schrodingers cat
locked in a box.
Im just afraid that I am pandora
and that the hope of us died
when I observed the radioactivity within.
Cancer cells on skin
you called them cute moles.
I guess I kinda just wanted you to be mine,
and I always knew
that
Good guys
stay stuck at home
watching star wars box trilogies.
Dreaming of their Leia.
Id rather be George Lucas. I think.
This stopped making sense to me the moment
That I decided to make it about you
so Im going to end it
here.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
********
ever look... i can't believe i'm
doing this...
ever notice the
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.
.
.
constellation?
when i'm in a good mood,
do i seriously need to
be listening to the bangles
and reading
a dolly alderton
article?
reliving this 1980s
feminism death-trap of:
anything but useless professions?
guess not...
i'll be entrenched for 30 years
before my student debt
is written,
and i'm not expected to
work the supermarket
shelving troop
when i could be working
a chemistry plant job
up in Scotland...
sidewise lambda...
or a V...
which makes W
a double-u...
not a double o -
and certainly not what
it looks like: vv...
cheap choke joke...
what does BMW stand for?
Black Man's Wagon...
funny, eh?
i didn't think so either...
USNA!
USNA!
**** it... might as well
revive the old USSR...
united stastes of north america...
figured...
for me USA! USA! is a football
chant...
i'm liking this
new acronym pause...
with the added letter...
**** you have to think
of something with the long lost
USSR long gone, dusted and buried...
plus it's befitting...
with that's current happening...
Silicon Curtain:
a little of censorship here,
a little censorship there...
happy campers...
all the way!
like i said before: i'm star-gazing:
you have to be,
******** me!
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
A systematic endeavor, fevered by a passion.
Each problem, an expedition, an exaction
Of effort, time and will
In the search for knowledge - an unimaginable thrill
Newton’s discovery, my continuation:
Formulaic substance for every situation.
Seeking an answer, no approximation;
Making up for lackluster information.
We derive and we discover
One approach to solve another
Number lines, number theory,
Partial fractions and Taylor Series’.
Natural patterns give inspiration
To new problem sets and exhortation
Of genius minds globally impressed
Continuously working, forgetting rest.
Limited by time, we take shortcuts
Setting functions is a must.
e, theta, sigma, pi
delta, lambda, (m)u and phi.
Theorems and laws aid in the discovery
Of problems unsolved, answers a mystery.
New methods used almost “unpredictably”
As thought by leighmen, to scientists quite reasonably.
Forgetting what was once thought
Simply observing what is taught.
The applications of arithmetic
Endless, when you sit with it.
From counting up a child’s toys
To describing the bounds of ellipsoids.
A vital piece of money supply
It gives us reason for color of the sky.
Stretching our minds to surmise infinity
Hoping not to lose our sanity
Consciously peering into the depths of life
Our battle for survival, an endless strife
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
So far away from home
left in the rushing waves and pain
In the pouring rain all alone
So far away from home
left here with ghost ships
and the call of the siren's moan
So far away from home
Silence filled by the filling hull
The cries of seagulls
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
tenet fingers could ed braille,
hard-skinned fingers
could read nothing,
but morse-braille...
and then there's stenography...
why o why
is the diacritical tilde
( ~ )
used to vacate either m,
or the rattle-snake, trilling,
rolling implosion of the shape of R?
sure, b as 6... p as a copernican
north-by-north-west d...
P as chiral narcissus 9...
A as lambda (Λ)
and suma summarum:
a return to Phoenician
jurisprudence and lament...
or rather lamed, subtle variations
circa 90°...
E, I, K, V...
how much of injustice
is grounded upon the "logic"
of stenography...
which could introduce
tilde to replace either M, or R...
thus said...
compared to braille,
and the simplified braille via morse
encapsulation? stenography
is cuneiform by comparison,
what's the point of shorthand,
when certain cases are delayed,
and delayed...
and 20 years later on deathrow,
enough time to see Johnny Cash
die of old age... and still waiting...
needless to say,
braille combined with morse
makes more sense than
stenography...
almost as if...
you're begging to see a man
possessing a chronology of
20 years of sight,
attempting to discourage
braille writers from owning
punctuation marks, instead,
focusing on spacing...
of man's notion of serving
justice... culminating in the nonsense
of stenography...
with either M or R,
marked by a tilde...
should a blindman write
in braille... what the stenographer
writes in resurrected Phoenician...
as quickly as...
a death sentence becomes
a liberty,
for poor Xavier...
than the upper tier of
zoology, lodged in a life
measured by: x cubed...
man has another name
for passing law...
namely... imbedding itself in delay...
once a life, reduced to the frivolity
of micro-aggression,
culminating in, waiting for a bus,
five minutes late...
that death that sloth
that slouch, that... ******
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
one shift
two shift
red shift
blue shift
this wave has a certain tone
this wave has an antinode
some waves add to make another
some waves shorten in the summer
here's a wave that's really fast
this wave has really got to blast
but how to find velocity
find the length and take that lambda
multiplied by frequency
though when the amplitude is maxxed
a level you can't hear perhaps
the noise it makes is just the worst
so please
why dont you turn that down
that awful noise, it really hertz
May 3, 2024
May 3, 2024 at 4:19 PM UTC