"logically" poems
There are some people
Who think very logically
They have a hard time
Seeing anything that
Doesn't make sense in
Their minds and that
Doesn't fit into their
Ideas of what is
Logical and right and
What they can see right
In front of their eyes
There are also the
People who understand
And comprehend the
World around them
Through their feelings
And emotions and
Can see the bigger
Picture and the bigger
Plan easier than most
We all make up our
Own parts and we
All have our own
Purpose and even
Though we are all
Different in our own
Ways we must learn to
Appreciate the wonderful
Differences that make
Up the whole and
To see and take notice
Of the wonderful and
Beautiful diversity of
Life and of people and
Of thoughts and even
Of the Earth as well
As we begin to
Celebrate the diversity
Instead of trying to
Segregate and separate
Ourselves based on our
Differences we should
Be trying to learn and
Understand from each
Other instead of trying
To conquer and subjugate
People to our ideas and
Ways of thinking we should
Be trying to see things
From the other side of
Things and understanding
There is more the life than
Right or wrong and trying
To prove yourself to others
And seeing that even with
All of our differences we
Are for more connected
And alike than we all
Could imagine and once
We understand that simple
Truth everything else starts
To fall into place as we start
To see the beautiful diversity
And the wonder of life as
We begin to see things
More completely and
Understand we are all
Parts of one big great
Diverse community that
We call the human race
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC
Maybe I’ll never make a good father,
the world has shown me it’s ugly face.
I see things too logically,
too realistically.
The things I’ve done and seen,
my dark sense of humour,
twisted sources of entertainment
and sexuality.
My sedated emotions
and even my choice of forensics profession
all these things probably makes me
a pretty bad father,
bad husband,
bad boyfriend…
And probably
a bad person.
N.H.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC
The decision was mine,
and throughout the day
I own it.
But late at night,
home alone,
lying in bed,
the façade crumbles.
And I think about
everything we had,
how perfect it seemed.
I wrote poetry proclaiming
my love for you,
But now I'm stuck with these
tear-marked pages.
Logically, my head tells me
it was the right choice,
but it's hard to explain that
to my heart sometimes.
If I let myself,
I miss you so ******* much.
But this was my decision,
so I have to own it.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
I wish I didn't know why
Yet crazy will have
An eye for an eye
The giving
That eventually takes
Life and love
Make no mistake!
Fear and karma
Are nothing more
Than crazies way
To Heaven’s door
Crazy teachers
Crazy test
From such labor
There is no rest!
Crazy enlightens
That is true
Crazy enough
To play so cool
While jumping into
The logical maze
Attempting to hide
Your crazy aways...
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC
Beliefs
Effect areas
Of our intelligence
That sould otherwise
Contemplate logically
Waiting for
Miracles
Impossibly real
Stuck in caves
Where kindness
And fear
Come together
And ****
More than an image
The sky outside
Turn around
And run for the real life!
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 6:29 AM UTC
None of it seems meaningful.
Why waste time scratching on a page, when it all feels like garbage?
I need to convince myself, before anyone else, that it matters.
That I matter.
Because, I do, I guess.
Don't I?
Certainly I must.
Why else would awesome people, amazing people, phenomenal people, give a **** about me?
They matter, so logically speaking, I must.
It doesn't matter if what I say feels useless or self-serving.
It matters, because I matter.
Because people that matter love me.
And I love the,
And isn't that really why anyone matters?
To love, to care, to contribute?
Love, love above all else, is truly what matters. What makes life worth living.
What makes us all matter.
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 8:56 AM UTC
a treatise on compatibility this is theoretically
presented
by a linguist with limited trigonometry sense
and since the heart beats and is 360 degrees
I sought out a tangent to measure her with
or sine to figure out logically
whether we were compatible
like functionally
on a straight line or tangentially
perpendicularly
in degree and cosines or measurement mathematically
similar
then found no co-efficient to portray
her smile
fell out of my array
with nothing else
to equal
her.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
To physiciologicaly love some one
Do you have to talk yourself in to it?
Can you one time open your eyes
From a blink
And realize i dont love this person
I need this person to feel how i want to feel
How i think i should feel
To live directly from the heart
No thought more powerful
Than the systematic thought
Comprised as a future setting
The mind in the motion of
Calamitous decent
Into the distant abyss
A following into sympathy
A brightened bliss
Of a systematic reprograming
Of why do i always think of you
When a star burns out
And a fire does settle
A distinct remeberence of
Hey
This burning in my body
When i let my mind
Drift away from. You
Is not anything but the universe
Humming the wind through my ears
The way things should be
Hearing how under the love you give me
Without even knowing it
I am complete
Even when im. Alone
Snd youre alive
Happy
Even alone
With the figment of imagination
Of other people
Being able to handle you
Why wont any other mind perceive
The distinction between
Me chemically loving you
The way you insist your ways
And dont see my own
Because youre so worried about your body
And i frown but inside smile
Because i am the same way
And. You are far too scared to admit it
I am what you wished for
Because youre body was
Either wishing your mind wasnt
And you always decided
But wait. A minute
I wander into the desert
And all i can think about it my band
Hidden some how from the stars
Not there viability
But their influence
Since their pull has way more vibe
Than we would ever think
and so would other people to you
The way i lose pull of the world
And you notice
But only like it for a second
Untill you grasp back
At the blanket you call time
And the way i make it skip for you
Would you even hear all of this
Read into it in your own respect
Because. I love you and i wish you were but only because spirtually i wanted to fill the pop boop bebop
Biochemical rap once
Response
With the fact that you are the best thing that could happen to me
I have no idea why
But you are all i want baby
This is from the heart
But logically i can not depart
With the fear
That you will never love me
The same way
Sister.
The wind dies down untill i mention
That it is all we have in common
But the embers
Oh the embers
1122
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
You never fail to mystify me
Love out of reach
A devastating fallacy
I wish you the very best
But only feel sorry partially
There’s a smile on your face again
No use for thinking so logically
A hidden curriculum so easy to mask
I’d love to know you but hate to ask
You are all I dream about
-And there you were-
A love aptitude that’s entirely illiterate
Your pearly smile stays stretched continuously illuminate
Save the feelings for the archive
So foreign and entirely glamorized
They fail to represent what reality is waiting impatiently
Your looks are intense
They compliment your insanity
But in the mean time I’m failing miserably
I can’t even look you in the eye
I’m too shy
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
I **** on your grave for I have had too much to drink!
A glass 'o ginger beer and shrimp crackers I ate today.
Thou art not to fall! To tartuffery for a drink is as good as the last.
But alas, I am not to drink.
For my heart is heavy with woe.
Those stoics! They bring me much misery.
Oh the stoics, with their logically given truths that are naught but prejudice! Prejudice in truth they claim, liars.
Oh the stoics, with their ****** analogies of nature and so fourth.
To be! Like nature, is to be indifferent and prodigal.
That's probably why we love the intelligent uncaring character. He is nature.
She too! O' who's heart is full of love! She brings me roses and kisses upon my lips. She too, is nature. Stupid also, unbelievably crass.
Is crassness then, what we call nature? Then it is he! He! Who bring us our daily news who is unnatural. But then who is the preacher?
No, nature is to live. To live! Hah! A joke! To live is not a command for you cannot conceptualize living without living.
You'd do better as a pretty little scarab, but he doesn't drink ginger beer.
So too, our conclusion is to be natural. But not the scarab. To live, obviously. To be correct! by our own prejudice. And to reject divinely given truths. I do not know how I would feel about children of my own, we'll see when I have one.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
I would much rather think of my style of writing as "Philosomancy" than as "Poetry",
I would much rather think of my Music as "Phonomancy" than as "Music".
I think of myself as a Philosomancer rather than a Writer; perhaps a Writist.
Language is simply a mutual Medium for concepts; a means.
I think of myself as a Phonomancer rather than a Musician; perhaps a Musist.
Music is the name we call ordered sound; a means.
There is deeper Mythic significance to these things
than the mere words "Write" and "Music" lead on;
The Suffix of "-mancy" indicates a style of Divination;
a sort-of improvised Oracle.
Take, for instance,
Geomancy: Divination of Earth
Pyromancy: Divination of/by Fire
Astromancy: Divination by the Stars
Aquamancy: Divination of/by Water
By this pattern, it logically follows that:
Philosomancy: Divination of/through Ideas
Phonomancy: Divination of/by Sounds
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Mythic Overtones are ubiquitous and implicit,
yet perception of them is more rare
due to cultural dissonance
'twixt Mythic and Logic.
Plus, Philosomancy and Phonomancy
sound so much more badass
than mere Writing and Music,
if I am to openly opine!
(It really helps to have a sense of Humour, as well!)
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
Here I am sitting, hurting and aching.
I am Jealous indeed
I am Jealous because,
You showed me value but you suddenly took it away.
I am Jealous because my love was ignored
I am Jealous because I gave my all,
and I couldn't convice you of my love.
I couldn't convince you,
that I love you.
I am Jealous because you yelled on me with anger and rage
and the next, a photo with you smilling.
I am Jealous for I could not trace logically,
For I could not see the source of your hatred.
Deeper than your hatred for me,
There's a reason why,
There's a reason that you blinded yourself to my good deeds.
That you saw none of which i gave you that was good.
Love, time, strenght, service, you saw none of these,
In your rage you only saw my folly, in which is not even valid to say.
I am Jealous, for you say you loved me,
yet another you said you never did.
and yet you said you can lie to hurt me.
Which one is true. I am torn.
I am Jealous that my small mistakes are drilled through my being
While their's, they are justified beyond all senses.
I am Jealous, because you made me feel special,
you made me feel like I am no other,
I am Jealous because you convinced me you'll never leave me
Yet now, like a nobody, in which you threw away.
Perhaps I may assume the best from you,
that you threw me away, because you wanted my heart safe.
Because, I brought out the monster in you.
How is that, I do not know...
All I knew was that I loved you with a sincere heart
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
I love love, I love hate, I love love before it's love, I love love after it dies
I love sunny days, I love rainy days, I love overcast , and I love the snow
I love walking, I love breathing,
I love listening I love speaking
I love interactions with factions upon factions and I truly love being alone
I love the rich, I love the poor, I love Liberals and Conservatives
I love they got meanings of the terms twisted and preach so vehemently about the superiority of their ideology
I love those who speak logically, I love those who listen, I love words that were written to be spoken, and those that were just to be written
I love racists, I love blacks, I love whites, and every ethnicity with any pigmentation that falls between them or against them
I love all cultures equally, And I love cultures that hold themselves to a higher esteem than other cultures
I love Cops and I love Criminals, I love Order and alcoholics and crack addicts who just keep gettin back at it with bare minimals
I love Devote Christians, I love Krampus, I love Christmas,
I love Baphomets, I love Marvin Gaye, I love The Doors Greatest Hit list
I love Batman, I love the Joker,
I love marijuana, and both those who are and are not avid smokers
I love the freedoms I enjoy everyday and I love that men are systematically taught to hate me on a spiritual level with such passion that they would strap a bomb to their chest just to end my existence
I love the Persistence, Of time, Life, Movement, The Cosmos, and I love that it keeps on existing so fluently that we feel almost lucidly that our existence is significant =)
I love the inquisitive look in the eyes of babies asking questions without the means to ask questions that, in due time, will only be answered by questions and answers that evoke much larger questions. And I love both those questions and the appropriate answers.
I love those with and without an appreciation for the nonsensical
I love you
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
Time To Meet My Seven Other Selves...
With Me, Everything Is Happy, Joyful And Fun
But, Then Again, Me? Not The Only One
There Are More Than Me, There's Myself
Myself? Not Such A Happy Chappy
Myself Is A Depressed, Sad, Sorry Excuse For Split Personality
There Is Also Him, Him Thinks Logically, And Has Not One Other Emotion
Him, Is Deadly Cold, Not Meaning To Be, Its Just How Him Works
And What About He, He Is Very Violent, Angry, Full Of Ferocious Rage
He Isn't Angry At Any Particular Thing, He Is Kind Of Just Angry At Everything
Have You Heard Of Mr, Mr Is Alittle Different, Just Alot Crazy, Inverted And Insane
Mr's Thought Patterns Are What You Wouldn't Call Sane, He Is Unusual
Mr Should Be In A Mental Institute, If Only, Mr Is At Odds With Him, The Logical Thinker
And Best Buddies With Mister, Mister Is A Kind, Caring, Down To Earth, Lovely Personality
Mister Makes Everyone Feel Wanted, Mister Makes People Feel Special, Wanted.
Now Master, Not Exactly Happy, Nor Sad, Nor Angry, Logical, Insane, Or Kind.
Master Is Kind Of A Meeting Ground For All The Other Personalities. A Mixture Of Them All
But At The Same Time, None Of Them, I Guess Master Is The Most Normal Of The Seven
The Common Controller. It Takes Alot To Bring The Others Out, Except Mr, Mr Shows As Much As Master
So Now You Know, Do You Think I Need Help.
Master Doesn't, Mister Does, Mr Doesn't Want To, He Is Angry At The Mere Suggestion Of It, Him Thinks It's The Logical Thing To Do, Myself Is Too Sad To Do Anything, And Me Is Too Happy To Need Help.
Not One Of Them Asked I, The One Who Sits Back Watching The Other Seven, Never In Control, But Always Watching.
Do I Want Help??
Do I??
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
Aries bound I need boundaries
Not to be the rebound
but I believe things beyond
and so work with some stupid clock
but we all do that do we not?
not astrology - though logically
there has got to be some piece of you in me
or some "one" that we all come from
and pull on the long robe of
when we find ourselves in need of love
What doorbells and picture frame
take me behind the scenes -
to the make-up and gossip of God's escapades?
of course times of a willing wage; both the wars and lustful ways
in a club he slapped the room with a rage- as the beat grows fonder
and more closely - immediately forgotten
even as it just begins
but of course only after, reminisce
with our pure imagination
the scenic route with a violin
whether its out or just come in
or **** like the economical loot
depending how you chose to hear it
and you can still choose
certainly the sounds that aren't there
that we think count like the accents
that shape a world of difference
is it enough for you to redo
I find too often I smile with a frown
I am a boundary but still Aries bound
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
Seriously!!
Feel free
Tell 'em these are your words
Read them out loud
Fear not the gathering crowds
My word know how
To logically survive
Come into my thoughts
All you really need to do
Is live my rhymes
Go now you'll blow their simple minds
Make 'em laugh and certainly cry
Perhaps even sing
Like I say
Share my words with your whole team
In the end
(my favorite part)
You'll sound like me!
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
You have no pear to share with him, standing so far away, eyes never meeting, in the harsh light of a barren field, not one of the many hills has a view, near, near the beginning.
A chaste experience you were for him, shut off by your mouth that blinks like a dying fish I wouldn't take your pear ever, again, it isn't his turn immediately as she isn't fast enough to give me her pear, ever again, never to feel the gaseous caress, the distant beastly past has been erased.
Amber wheat is still devoid of desire of the dull and cold earth, quickly, distance is a joy, the best sobriety Sell yes sell civilizations splendour, you are no longer part of my bloodstream.
He will shy away, knowing your crowded mass of discontent, quickly donning his pants secondly, two by two, the work, running away from you while dressing, ugliness personified.
You are logically, logical earth, laying in the fire: him, you used to bury his flames, cooling his geysers
He has no desire for your pear, you long to taste his; with its lies and sweetness, you shall not indulge, his gifts are no longer yours. Now you kiss dogs. Your lies.
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 4:16 PM UTC
I think I doubt myself too much
Or is it just a lack of faith in my heart
I think my mind won't let me be
I think it might be that I'm lazy
Or is it just an excuse
I think I keep allowing myself to get away with metacognitive ******
I think that I am strong
Or is naïveté catching up to me again
I think I am wrong on this
I think I need to slow down
Or am I just listening to people who can't catch up
I think I'm not fast enough
I think I believe in karma
Or do I just desire that the universe has a balance system
I think, logically, I just brought this upon myself
I think and act strategically
Or I don't and I move instinctively
I think I think too much
The truth is I keep lying to myself
The truth is I want to think I doubt myself
The truth is I hope I'm more than just this
The truth is I'd like to be on top
The truth is I think I might need external validation
The truth is I can't stop
The truth is I'm only human, no better or worse than anyone else
The truth is so are you
The truth is I'm not a runner but I keep sprinting away
The truth is gonna catch up to me
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
I have violent thoughts
I hate and hold grudges on you all
For not acknowledging me
And talking to me
Like my talk is cheap
But I can't let you all take control of me
I can only push myself to the brink
I can only break myself under pressure
You are just my psychological limitation
You are my negative motivation
But not why I positively persevere
I will not let you occupy a vacancy in my mind without paying an outrageous lease
I don't want to snap
Because control is the only thing i have this far
And if I do
I will give whoever is there everything
Every sarcastic remark thrown at me
Every unfair criticism
Every smug remark
Everything I didn't want to hear
And everything they didn't deserve
Beat me ****** with sticks and stones
Break every bone
Leave me conscious enough to tell me it's my fault
Then slander what I have left as a human being
What's a word without power
What's an idea without a motive
Watch the steps you tread
The steep path can lead you to what he or she said
While the truth discriminates
And the reality that we all search for doesn't exist
Freedom and unity can't be forced onto the same plane
Those with the power to send their malicious intent
You sully my docile side
So when tears form my rage and release my wrath on a stubborn mule of a man
By nature
I didn't really want to do it
Silently sobbing in the corner shackle as I have given the confession to the act I committed
Emotional distraught
Being taught
To never point the finger
Logically perplexed
Watching
These acts being committed
It angers me
So blame me
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
I read it all the way through
My cybernetic code is a mine set to implode until my heart bursts through to you and
Although I know I learn in reverse in
My mind with words never heard it's
Best to let it go boom
Like I have no clue what else to do for you, so it's zoom
Or whatever, but bet it's even much better than an anti-bloom so
Click-clack, I'll be back
Yeah back to the past and right on track be-
Cause "off" is not for you and me
But when given an opportunity amidst all the scrutiny
I found it shocking to see nada blocking the tune of our unity
Now automatically, baby it's nothing and that is why I'll truly be
A liquid metal
The one on another level
The one that'll never settle 'til our love isn't under pressure and
And with a punch to my chest it reforms for another us
But better
So let us re-wire me in dire need of
Of love's red letter ink from
The depths of my Red Sea
Oh and that's neither a low glow nor a slow growth
But a high blow
Reaping what we sow
Only absorbing their bow and arrow
So here I go
Now look at me and see how it shows as I grow
My deoxyribose flows like a Rambo on 'roids
Talking and toking a Tolkien prose a
Token story that goes to the hearts of those closed I adore
Because I call for you by your door al-
Though you always make it my shore so
Know that I'll be clothed naked like before
Restored down to the core
Words from my world girl and now
We'll encore the reform, it's
This liquid metal
The one on another level
The one that'll never settle 'til our love isn't under pressure and
And with a punch to my chest it reforms the rest for another us
But better
So let us re-wire me logically like chess pieces it's
Whatever sits in peace in love's red letter ink from
The depths of my Red Sea
The depths of the Red Sea
The deep Red Sea
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
Two-tongued and long,
Slander and smooth,
Naked and wicked.
Moves hissing,
Delivers kisses of death,
With tongue flicking.
A revered reptile.
Lives in dead piles of woods
In trees, and deserts,
The cold earth's hugger
Crawls like nature's gymnast.
Never has he ever laughed
Never made any friends
Never trusted by anybody.
Sadly he has a king,
Black like me
But has no soul
he lives in Africa
And in parts of Asia
He bites and hisses
But I don't bite
only on my food
He doesn't chew.
I do, and I swallow.
Him, his preys whole
I despise him.
I have many reasons
He social-engineered his ways
Around Adam"s woman
One day, he ****** eve up
With smooth lies
What this even implies,
Empirically, logically,
I really don't know,
All I know, I was told!
Hold on, I know not
From whence it came,
Maybe from the good book,
That's a Long and twisted story.
It says he used his tongue
Not on her as a woman,
But to break her home.
Adam was a **** fool,
To leave that girl home alone.
Unannounced, he came in kool
Using his double tongues.
Was she kinda blind?
He isn't even cute.
This story I can't refute
Yet millions have concurred
I'm not a friend.
Not of the story.
Of him, the notorious,
The venomous
The infamous heel biter
Once again, I hate him
Never was a friend
Never will be,
Because of that poor woman.
He's the First home breaker,
Frickin' liar
Cursed by God
His head to be severed
Using a sword,
A stone or stick,
Day or night,
Right or wrong,
Because of poor little eve
Adam's kids will strike
At his tiny little head.
Death to the serpent!
Eternal condemnation
Even if he repents,
Strike his elongated body
With a double-edged cutlass.
Don't you ever feel sorry
For this sorry ***
Chinese add him cooked
segments by segments to curry.
He has no class
He Kills at will.
I hate him very much
And I do have my reasons.
He's the infamous snake
The symbol of evil
Father of confusion
With evil intention
Perpetual guide
To eternal hell
From the garden of Eden
Who gave Eve a heartbreak.
He's toxic and venomous.
©IvanBrooksPoetry
29/8/2018
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 3:25 AM UTC