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"levies" poems
‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway, In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay. Practicing semantic contemplation, In willfully prevenient interpolation, Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray, Forecasts in vague extrapolation Contrasts the millennial contagion Already underway, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates. An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion, Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion, The personable recluse fighting an illusion Breaking down the nuances of every institution. Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility, An opinionated adversary, to the realist without evidence, Theorizing in futility, Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community. Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified, Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified, Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide, Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide, Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified. Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity, As consequential regiments are expounded universally, To unstratify the residents indiscriminately And identify quantum elements spiritualistically, Changing collective behavior individually, Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
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Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
Paradoxical Tendencies
‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway, In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay. Practicing semantic contemplation, In willfully prevenient interpolation, Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray, Forecasts in vague extrapolation Contrasts the millennial contagion Already underway, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates. An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion, Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion, The personable recluse fighting an illusion Breaking down the nuances of every institution. Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility, An opinionated adversary, to the realist without evidence, Theorizing in futility, Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community. Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified, Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified, Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide, Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide, Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified. Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity, As consequential regiments are expounded universally, To unstratify the residents indiscriminately And identify quantum elements spiritualistically, Changing collective behavior individually, Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
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Howl me cowardly scream it in my ear story me bore me bury me try to scare me You’re livid and I’ve lived with no petty injections till now you hate i don’t relate you bare your teeth and i’ll smile badger me bother me regret it forget it just dam your overflow i’m tired of your wounded levies cover me smother me but wait, please, till i’m gone Rain it Drain it drown me insanity your annoying tickle on my ear-drum save your breath spill on me in your imagination because i don’t listen anymore
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Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
Drama
delicately, our dragonfly conversations dance in Japanese gardens, where jewelled concrete pagoda’s stand stilted, like timeless geometries, in greening water then wind rustles timidly through creek beds and pebbled leaves; bells ring like wine glasses at a dinner table and we feel our arm hairs stand on tiptoes, pricked up to weary voices (chanting monks, those that sit in circles monkishly chant, in unison “there are three meanings of loneliness”) here, chanting also, we find ourselves again not alone enchanted in the fragmented daylight. but then again, I turn, apathetically, and declare “let us rest in the immense imagery of our imagination for it is easier to sleep, as rain creeps closer to our doorstep, than to ***** barricades, levies and trenches around our house” Oh, but the way the light reflects upon the Japanese trees is so splendidly delicate, and our delicate conversations feel all so perfect… so now please, time, lose me in your whisper.
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC
Delicate thoughts of Japanese Gardens
The password to the entrance of your home is I brought beer I love you with my liver If you were a city You'd be Atlantis I would be its shorelines We have both participated In each other's floods We were never levies for one another I will not hold back the ocean for you I will pick you back up when I can though So that you can be a landscape that is timeless In your presence we are never killing time We are defining minutes into laughter So that we can walk away happy Even in silence We are living I called myself homeless and you said I wasn't but I couldn't stay here forever Then you asked me "Is it solipsistic in here, or is it just me?" Then we sank into sleep And I know your mornings Your noise Your wake up call Takes getting used to But that is fine Because I know your flood and your drought And I love you with my liver And yeah I brought beer
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Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
The Password to your House
Time has put a vagrancy on my mind Subdues conformity and material worship With scalding epileptic convulsions of imagination My mouth blood-stained, shrieking like a pianting A painting by Munch gives way, yields, yes yields To an unrelenting detonation of the unconscious An existential filter of real or imagined transformations Which by miraculous tongue restores a belief To wonder and levies no compass on perception Yet reveals a tormenting estrangement That does mount a strenuous and contemptuous protest Against familiarity with agonized shrieks of obdurate tenacity Where the phantoms of my imagination enact their mysterious mysteries And produce a poetic alchemy of violated imagination
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Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 3:31 PM UTC
Think, ha, ha, yes think
This is an ode to a boyhood I wish not to remember But it can't be put out like a cigarette's embers Yet it burned my skin tender I hope to mail it off in letters, no return address for sender If only to be washed away by a April rain Down the streets of my youth into old and forgotten storm drains But the recollection remain, in the banks of my mind forever stained The levies will break and the ground to mud As the river floods The current warm like our blood We will say what has time done to us
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
Boyhood
Nothing speaks to the heart Like the wind whistling alarming the dark Hurricane pains a innocent man behind bars Or the water that dripped through.. That the levies should have caught Katrina I remember that girl I promise no one was meaner Of course she rain dropped after her uncle ***** pedals from her flower No sweetener that's why her kiss was sour Its wild how pain produces prostitution now she linked to a coward Pimping ain't easy cause we all were birth from a woman Mothers dealing with men with frozen tundra emotions Heartless what speaks to a chest cavity where a heart is missing Just Jesus
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Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
Untitled
Awareness becomes acute, shadows fall into darkness, eyes transition, dilating to scoop up day's fading light, a tingling of verboden awareness. Heart rate increases... The hearing filters the white silent noise probes record temperatures change while a moon's waning prepares our body defenses for the new evening waiting. Adjusting to the black and white... The shift when smells registering locations as we walk along levies and back streets. A chill of anticipation prevails in the darkness uneasiness with a sudden changing wind. A tactile sensitivity slams our senses... Withdrawing into our second nature as night falls upon the day. Animal instinct replace our norm to guide the human animal safely on it's way. Ajerry Oct 29 2013 http://a.allpoetry.com/poem/11078316-Enhancing_Changes-by-Ajerry-noguest
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
Enhancing Changes
Not because you choose to, but because you cannot. Feelings such as love do not wash in and away from shorelines. It breaches levies. If you don't love me now, you never will. Because you cannot. I am the tide. And that is all, Lust swelled me in. Emotion pulled me under. And consistency dragged me back. I cannot compel you to think of me. I cannot focus your wandering eye. I can only accept what is true. Reality of an unrequited heart. Oceans and the riptide tearing me apart O' sailer wondered to here In a nights course of dreaming I lay here in fear. No returns and no tomorrow I gave you my heart And now you return it back with a fee Tainted ***** of salty ocean weed, algae . As if I have the stability anymore to recollect: I don't.
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Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 3:56 AM UTC
If you don't love me now, you never will.
We the people, floodwaters rising over Kansas City banks and marketplace levies, are channeled into rooms the size and shape of shadows to be given direction, to give direction; waiting our turn to be churned through turbines. Our mass is growing stagnant by this massive **** This feels like surrogate thinking. Our water is wasted on greco-roman men chopping up districts into blues and reds dividing and conquering the ocean.
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
We the People
My dreams have become waterlogged: floods and unstable bridges, broken levies and water leaking into our house from the crack beneath the screen door. I see you from the streetcar window, as the flood climbs the sides of our city's monuments; its storm-darkened cathedral. At the far side of the bridge, in your rain jacket and arrows of wet hair, against the swollen sky, you stand holding a sign to your chest. Your eyes like lost pebbles in a stream bed. I walk to you over the rails, the deluge raging under my feet, purple storm clouds tinged with sick yellows raging overhead. The sign says the end. and perhaps it is, perhaps it was.
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Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 5:15 AM UTC
High Water
Storyline/storytime....by me... Are we doing time? Or is time doing us all equally? What a disgusting question to ask such an unpaid slave, where snow falls tear dropped to all snaggled brains! Du-rag heavies, untamed, unashamed levies to be breached! Young ones to teach not to come where we are. Where the birds meet the bars, where man and woman leave in cars, as we shall not!!! Where emotions run dry, smoke runs high to clouds that don't stop.... Share with another you selfish generation, you greedy of celebrations, you hold to thy god no feast!!!! 666 is your name, fires you've tamed, as on thine own knees you worship the beast!!! Blizzard time sledded children's fun is naught to be found, just shackles around to frighten your inner cold! All stories here go untold, for you are apart of that story! You yourself are the story!!!
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
storyline/storytime
Something that stopped me in my tracks was the weight of the air around me. we're all sitting in traintracks on a baseball field and we dont see the cars driving past but we can **** well feel them the balloon of pressure air sprinting away from the grill of a two-ton hunk of metal glass rubber knocks you back just in time to get hit by the train you never saw coming. jump off the tracks and dive into my opened chest the sea is swelling and it will swallow you whole You're just standin there. You look stupid. Wonderin' why.. Why, man? be the tide and raise these storm waters until they crash your levies leveling your time-built empire your stockades made of billiard *****
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
english class ramblings 1
Think it best today to jump page Says the inner sage, wild man escapes Headline banner, fear campaign Mister misinformation, propaganda minister Save face by way of erasing occupied space Grace diminished vehemently as secrets leak persistently Honor bound gentlemen hound wolfishly at the unseen What revelry, in snow toned detection Earth spotted idles of another prayer Looking like this one is satiated, mistaken vision The over crowded barge, sinking half way back to Cuba Now they owe what they never before had owned From the get go, loaned out credit levies buckle heavily Mass selective gravity magnified their electricity Grave deep run lines of inter-connectivity ******* summer of next celebratory existence Excluding the pack of wicked sack-happy vandals Hunger groans honestly, with choir hymns preaching holy honesty I am a dumb spectator with a gun.
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 5:39 PM UTC
Untitled #2
She did not intend to be with to him Though she did care for many of them She's refused many and few But She'd never fall for Don Quinn She'd been to many places and many a ride She'd seen many faces and broke mini man pride She paid no mind to the attention of men She did not desire the hand of Don Quinn They would jump and trot and stride Speak and shout And whisper lies They were merely entertainment for her eyes A trail of dead hearts lay broken that tried Still steady was the stature of this man named Quinn All ready from levies he battled within With family with money and with the closest of friends He weathered and learned and discerned to grin While others were eager to dash in front or behind Don Quinn had a plan he thought worth the time For she never took pleasure in being pushed off her line Don Quinn for the win had a plan more divine While others took leisure and gusto to sway Her focus was steady and kept on her way So Donny took heed while walking this day Still she was not looking she need not be saved He tightened his noggin and sharpened his eye He gathered his dignity and he leveled his guide She continued to dismiss the distractions of guys He paced himself on this path he would try What was his secret or his future demise? Would he falter fluster or fall before her thighs? No. Because his aim was the same as her prize He was becoming by running towards the Skye's So when she got there he found her right by his side She was not looking for Donny or a handout freedom All she needed was a companion with whom to share a sunrise Dr. Quinn practiced medicine while building a horizon he was willing to walk wait and work towards their golden Skye's Mr Quinn out did many a men simply by fixing his vision
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 5:01 AM UTC
Don Quinn and His Beautiful Vision
She did not intend to be with to him Though she did care for many of them She's refused many and few But She'd never fall for Don Quinn She'd been to many places and many a ride She'd seen many faces and broke mini man pride She paid no mind to the attention of men She did not desire the hand of Don Quinn They would jump and trot and stride Speak and shout And whisper lies They were merely entertainment for her eyes A trail of dead hearts lay broken that tried Still steady was the stature of this man named Quinn All ready from levies he battled within With family with money and with the closest of friends He weathered and learned and discerned to grin While others were eager to dash in front or behind Don Quinn had a plan he thought worth the time For she never took pleasure in being pushed off her line Don Quinn for the win had a plan more divine While others took leisure and gusto to sway Her focus was steady and kept on her way So Donny took heed while walking this day Still she was not looking she need not be saved He tightened his noggin and sharpened his eye He gathered his dignity and he leveled his guide She continued to dismiss the distractions of guys He paced himself on this path he would try What was his secret or his future demise? Would he falter fluster or fall before her thighs? No. Because his aim was the same as her prize He was becoming by running towards the Skye's So when she got there he found her right by his side She was not looking for Donny or a handout freedom All she needed was a companion with whom to share a sunrise Dr. Quinn practiced medicine while building a horizon he was willing to walk wait and work towards their golden Skye's Mr Quinn out did many a men simply by fixing his vision
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“Blight into cold blue and obsidian water sky. I await to graciously glance at sunset and smile, I must renew my bones in dynasty of deity, I have been feeling an awakening sensation, I must still clear all my earthly levies, As I sense awakening of a simmering rage, The day that since has died a desperate light, That light that must get stronger by the day, Today is dead latency in the desolate land, My heart welcomes you once again my love, My season my woman my deity my immensity, Every road leads to the door step of my heart, For without thee I will roam with a hungry heart, It is blunt to pause to make an end majestic creature, Nefarious it was for suns to store and cache my will, Skies black water befuddles me and constrains me, Moving heaven and earth that which we were, Made all the stars weak by time and fate, Every ode will disperse and die as soon this will,   Ode to Blackwater” By Andrew Guzaldo 09/20/2018 ©
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC
“ODE to BLACKWATER”
#*From the iron red sea flows an infinite forest of white roots and gray leaves Unequivocally woven in response to the senses of each unique being Ahhh, if timeless beauty is what you seek, let the transcendental levies bleed For that which may be perceived internally, will be embellished eternally*#
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 7:44 PM UTC
Immortal Sanctuary
No amount of prayer to any deity could've prepared my pebble creek veins              or my rope burned hands for the 40 days you'd test my levies and flood my port of thought Your pull extinguished every chance of navigating by the light of Polaris,             the soundness of my rusted compass heart cannot weather the pull of your fingers in my hair I used to sleep in my nail beds before they were cut to stinging quick- They say a sailor has no home but his letters                         entwined in rope lattice to his bones
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Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
beds
Flee from the borders Let the walls fall Crumbling buildings and buried roads Bullets, mortars Claim them all The dead overwhelm us Too many to mourn Proud soldiers and prouder mothers Ashes, dust The levies of war
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
War and Peace Revisited
remember when we talked at all hours of the night such a time ago when you needed me a body to listen to hum in understanding nod along to your plans chatter idly in the night you wanted me a mind to comprehend to feel your pain be filled with sorrow mend with great care it's all i ever was to you and to you but  an outlet for your fears a face with barely a name a fixer a mender a repairer of broken dreams someone to piece you back when your tears fell too hard and the levies broke and dams collapsed when no one else heard your shouts turn to cries turn to knives but when the bones had been set and the tears laid to rest you hid yourself away forgot my hint of a name and laid our friendship away.
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
former friends
you pay the levies you grant the deceits you fall behind you fall from grace you freefall you get what you deserve you deserve what you get you take your time you partake you mistake you get the point you get by you yearn you learn you lone you moan you atone you know the stakes you do what it takes it’s all you
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Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 2:13 AM UTC
it's all you
He has no suspicious ideas about these hidden thoughts of mine. The "Got it Twisted" wickedness Boy Have I got ideas of what I could do to him, The experience of my prowess The sensual heights I could bring him Service him the vice of moist Lips of this mouth The levies I could break... Even now (ONE Mississippi) The Earnestness of the warmth in my groin (TWO Mississippi) trains of thought / tight caboose / and whistling steam (Thrice Mississippi...) My imbalance seems becoming obvious So we hurriedly converse, Our talk : Brief with business lingo (My eyes high on his physique) In the interim Exchange our dimes, Buddha in my hand... "Wuss up?" 'Sup bro... (a synchronized nod) In the pause of dead air, I mad dog him with my eyes                           (Drunk off his musk). He has no idea about these ideas The silent stealth of the naked thoughts in my ******** The twisted scene of my imagination's Motion pictures... ******* him off to completion.*
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
Animal Attraction
in the thick of it all love will always be the storm that tears apart your houses and drags your cities back to sea. no matter if you built levies or walls ten hundred yards high, the waters will hit hard enough to flood the roads and knock flat the barriers in the moment when your tallest skyscraper kneels down before the power of the ocean, in all her grace, you will always wonder what could I have done to forego this destruction? but when another storm comes one that you could not see one that you were truly not prepared for love will be your shelter in ways that are both obvious and mysterious all the same she will come to you in your moment of final prayer and you will ask yourself how else could I have diverted this catastrophe? after shutting for the final time the next sight your eyes witness will be singing birds and blue skies and you will wonder how, and eventually, why? this I cannot answer perhaps this is love’s true poison that she will not let you die until she kills you herself or perhaps that is simply her price or perhaps even there is no reason and love, just as I, know not why we do the things we do but we do them with passion, with commitment, with love.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
the shelter and the storm
Scratching off my skin and digging my eyes out. The cracks branch off at the corners, swollen and puffy. A busted lip, some pills, and a drink to help me relax. Didn't work. Little levies break now and then to spill small kernels of my locked up consciousness, then retract back in on itself. Functional. Motions, actions, procedures. Pushing through the grime towards the bathtub. Through the haze typing delicately to oneself. Giggle. Glorify yourself. Lose your voice in explanation of everything except the important parts, the parts they already secretly know. The stomach churns, sudden twinges pierce all the muscles. Conversations swim about other things. The oncoming memories, the irritations of daily life. Just being here.
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
Showing Up