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"mnemonics" poems
Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion Straight up forever ontology on high Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice Orotund sonorous diction obliquitous Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics Guidon gyration excursion integration Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics   Chaos charisma objectified tribulation Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis Exude emote surrogate extrapolation Astral projection littoral hypotaxis Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra Intensely cogitational abstract mantra Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 6:16 AM UTC
Asylum
you would want to peer myopically into the id-entity of any poet?. to stroll down his or her mnemonics lane shaded by white towers full of his or her worthless and shallow memories?. How can you expect to see with truthfulness when even the poets eyes are,like yours, are blinded by their version of "truth" and tapestried by the colours of wealth with its intellectual and aesthetic attendant triviality?. How can you exect to hear with truthfulness when even the poets ears are stuffed up with their version of "truth"and the oligarchy owned recorded sounds of counting houses and insincere celebrities babbling ?. How can you expect to speak truthfully when not even one poet alive cannot distinguish between the duality of yes and no and the non-duality of neither?. Whattya want?. Religious Enlightenment?. A Cathedral of Corruption. Gnosis?. Union with dead failed prophets. Buddhahood?. I will be your Bhudda tonite. Christhood?. Great View of Yerushalayim shel Zahav. Union with Allah?. Teach children to blow themselves to smithereens. All these have  been banned under Health and Safety rules. All decisively proved by history to lead to War. And ****** Chauvinism. And Alcohol/Tobacco/Opiate Drug Addictions. And Medicines whose side effects **** And Alcohol and Tobacco fuelled Violence and Psychosis. And Racism. And Poverty for the masses. And Adulthood. And TV Dinners. And Strictly come  dancing. among others. so tell me once more why you cant be a normal human being.
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
so tell me why
you would want to peer myopically into the id-entity of any poet?. to stroll down his or her mnemonics lane shaded by white towers full of his or her worthless and shallow memories?. How can you expect to see with truthfulness when even the poets eyes are,like yours, are blinded by their version of "truth" and tapestried by the colours of wealth with its intellectual and aesthetic attendant triviality?. How can you exect to hear with truthfulness when even the poets ears are stuffed up with their version of "truth"and the oligarchy owned recorded sounds of counting houses and insincere celebrities babbling ?. How can you expect to speak truthfully when not even one poet alive cannot distinguish between the duality of yes and no and the non-duality of neither?. Whattya want?. Religious Enlightenment?. A Cathedral of Corruption. Gnosis?. Union with dead failed prophets. Buddhahood?. I will be your Bhudda tonite. Christhood?. Great View of Yerushalayim shel Zahav. Union with Allah?. Teach children to blow themselves to smithereens. All these have  been banned under Health and Safety rules. All decisively proved by history to lead to War. And ****** Chauvinism. And Alcohol/Tobacco/Opiate Drug Addictions. And Medicines whose side effects **** And Alcohol and Tobacco fuelled Violence and Psychosis. And Racism. And Poverty for the masses. And Adulthood. And TV Dinners. And Strictly come  dancing. among others. so tell me once more why you cant be a normal human being.
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S is the 19th letter of the alphabet. I had to count twice on my fingers to be sure of that. It glues together many, many words. It fixes people to the walls. It shrivels fruit in the bowl. It sticks us all in the same soup **** Let's swim. You have 19 reasons to die, written out like manuscripts in manila folders     populating a small cubicle containing your confidence    pasted to the walls, and neatly nested on the next door desk      at least you told someone. The logic of your feeling breathing life into the spreadsheet, The simple clicks of order covering up the shame of dead weeks Day in Day out working toward a little more Waiting for the future where the ability to break out is yours. Cage around each arm. Suffering in small doses. Never overwhelming the epicenter. I have 19 reasons to die. Scrawled in sidewalk chalk on 17th street.   Ringing in the ears of all my close relatives and their next of kin.    They say, "Hurry up and usher in the next generation so we can stop worrying about fixing yours." The crumpled cover letters in my compactor spell pure love, and the reasons it's never noticed.   Simplicity in disarray, a life of static colors. Repugnant sorrow odors. I am the only town crier left in this town.   Always complete but never fulfilled. The sad sequel to a Mexican standoff with a self-referential story.   Narcissism and narcotics.   Nihilism and Mnemonics. Space and the stuff of the stars. Love and the war of the heart. S is the 19th letter of PSEUDOPSEUDOHYPOPARATHYROIDISM No it's not but what a great word. No it's not but aren't you glad you tried to count? No it's not but aren't you satisfied with yourself for trying to decipher? No it isn't and wasn't it worth it to try to speak the sounds? No it is not and wasn't it the sibilance in your mouth worth every second? No it is not thank you come again have you had your fill when we're only 19/26? Reasons to live: Seemingly unneeded. We're here aren't we? Doing what we could only be meant to do. R is the real 19th letter. One more would have been S. But you'd never know if you didn't count. So let's count. Ready? 3...2...1...
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Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 4:08 AM UTC
Penny For Your Thoughts
S is the 19th letter of the alphabet. I had to count twice on my fingers to be sure of that. It glues together many, many words. It fixes people to the walls. It shrivels fruit in the bowl. It sticks us all in the same soup **** Let's swim. You have 19 reasons to die, written out like manuscripts in manila folders     populating a small cubicle containing your confidence    pasted to the walls, and neatly nested on the next door desk      at least you told someone. The logic of your feeling breathing life into the spreadsheet, The simple clicks of order covering up the shame of dead weeks Day in Day out working toward a little more Waiting for the future where the ability to break out is yours. Cage around each arm. Suffering in small doses. Never overwhelming the epicenter. I have 19 reasons to die. Scrawled in sidewalk chalk on 17th street.   Ringing in the ears of all my close relatives and their next of kin.    They say, "Hurry up and usher in the next generation so we can stop worrying about fixing yours." The crumpled cover letters in my compactor spell pure love, and the reasons it's never noticed.   Simplicity in disarray, a life of static colors. Repugnant sorrow odors. I am the only town crier left in this town.   Always complete but never fulfilled. The sad sequel to a Mexican standoff with a self-referential story.   Narcissism and narcotics.   Nihilism and Mnemonics. Space and the stuff of the stars. Love and the war of the heart. S is the 19th letter of PSEUDOPSEUDOHYPOPARATHYROIDISM No it's not but what a great word. No it's not but aren't you glad you tried to count? No it's not but aren't you satisfied with yourself for trying to decipher? No it isn't and wasn't it worth it to try to speak the sounds? No it is not and wasn't it the sibilance in your mouth worth every second? No it is not thank you come again have you had your fill when we're only 19/26? Reasons to live: Seemingly unneeded. We're here aren't we? Doing what we could only be meant to do. R is the real 19th letter. One more would have been S. But you'd never know if you didn't count. So let's count. Ready? 3...2...1...
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Diastolic memory fills mind with blood Heart purges other unforgettable serum Gushing in and out; valediction, invasion Scent left on bed sheets binomial theorem Calculus, physics computing mnemonics us Trust not sum of it, exponents baying flux Participles and components abject humbling Stumbling bio discourse create sedentary crux Stupefying brain surgeons, those of heart too Call in mathematicians, astronomers as well No making sense of it, linguistic doctorates few To tell of this push-pull sensory denoting hell Not much time to live after lungs dispensed Entrenched questions remain to be adoring Extravagantly historians exploring Unanswerable examining of this imploring Must breathe the linens till all dissipation Your essence in the ether of our resting Place turned into mad languid laboratory Conjuring back moments I am requesting
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
Memory Does Not Fail
Underground with the worms? It's another fine moist You've gotten me in, Stanley. N'est-ce pas? "The night was moist," wrote Billy Crystal, As the writers blocked scrivener in "Throw Mama from the Train." You run into many old friends, here. Here in the slime is where I'm at. Let me show you where it's at. And that's a fact, Jack. My ROM brain is prewired, Yet subvocal mnemonics filter thru, A RAM cache, stored for future amusement, But crossing over now, randomly.
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Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
"Another Fine Moist"
Could you, Loosen your grip on my reigns? Obviously, you Can't see how you're, Killing me softly Where am I now? Where do I sleep? Over and over it replays on my mind, Reverbirating sound of whips tearing my skin Kindly put me down, and just put me out of my misery.
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Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
Clockwork Mnemonics
“The hottest love has the coldest end.” -Socrates You were there. Like stardust ever dancing in the light as if infinity swirls to you. Your existence declines my being. You waived all presences, defying the mnemonics of what qualifies existence. You were there—not now. Before, we were strangers looking at some abyss. After, we are strangers excited of what the future holds for both of us. In between, we are still strangers cursing all pains stinging our hearts. Time inflicts its greatest wound: recollection. Malt ferments. Soul dies. Mind breaks down. Bubbles in beers imploded to every motion of the hand swaying, wishing it never touched you. Dreams stitched to rags given to wipe dusts and rusts. Time betrayed us, then and again. You were there but not now. Time cursed the being. Time stabbed us causing my heart to burn. If only I can love you without time minding us all. Atoms fall. They swerve a little, says Epicurus. Repulsion with others creates the world. That repulsion is a lasting encounter. What holds that philosophy to be true is antimony. What holds us after all is just an illusion. When I stumble upon old things finding some boxes, I remember you. When I see your picture in an old frame, forgetting becomes a sickness. Is there a pill that can selectively erase your fading silhouette in my memory? Confession: I took that pill long ago. My mind fabricates immunity. You were there in the horizon standing, holding an umbrella, ready to swerve from the rain that once made our love so cold and true. I was there. That night, the rain substituted to a poet’s tears.
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
You Were There
“The hottest love has the coldest end.” -Socrates You were there. Like stardust ever dancing in the light as if infinity swirls to you. Your existence declines my being. You waived all presences, defying the mnemonics of what qualifies existence. You were there—not now. Before, we were strangers looking at some abyss. After, we are strangers excited of what the future holds for both of us. In between, we are still strangers cursing all pains stinging our hearts. Time inflicts its greatest wound: recollection. Malt ferments. Soul dies. Mind breaks down. Bubbles in beers imploded to every motion of the hand swaying, wishing it never touched you. Dreams stitched to rags given to wipe dusts and rusts. Time betrayed us, then and again. You were there but not now. Time cursed the being. Time stabbed us causing my heart to burn. If only I can love you without time minding us all. Atoms fall. They swerve a little, says Epicurus. Repulsion with others creates the world. That repulsion is a lasting encounter. What holds that philosophy to be true is antimony. What holds us after all is just an illusion. When I stumble upon old things finding some boxes, I remember you. When I see your picture in an old frame, forgetting becomes a sickness. Is there a pill that can selectively erase your fading silhouette in my memory? Confession: I took that pill long ago. My mind fabricates immunity. You were there in the horizon standing, holding an umbrella, ready to swerve from the rain that once made our love so cold and true. I was there. That night, the rain substituted to a poet’s tears.
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Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion Straight up forever ontology on high Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice Orotund sonorous diction obliquitous Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics Guidon gyration excursion integration Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics   Chaos charisma objectified tribulation Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis Exude emote surrogate extrapolation Astral projection littoral hypotaxis Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra Intensely cogitational abstract mantra Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
Asylum
Time spins circles of recurrences I'm never sure if it's the past or present The effect you have on me, Cares nothing for time It is immune No defences to wear away There were never any built You seep into my consciousness And surround me with your frequencies The reverberation of your soul enlivens me Your energy spellbinds me Memory and fantasy merge You words quaver through my senses Your love keeps me warm Wish you were never here
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
Heart Mnemonics
Mistakes are embellished upon my skin, a permanent reminder of the past hidden within; mnemonics of the delinquent, disastrous path I once trod; these marks are just the aftermath.
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
Bygone
Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion Straight up forever ontology on high Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice Orotund sonorous diction complicitous Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics Guidon gyration excursion integration Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics   Chaos charisma objectified tribulation Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis Exude emote surrogate extrapolation Astral projection littoral hypotaxis Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra Intensely cogitational abstract mantra Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra
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Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 9:18 PM UTC
Asylum
Every pattern is a cudgel to pain Every equation rings out your reign Its on the whispers and tirades of the wind Its in the ripple of water and crashing waves of the sea Each sinew tugged at and tortured Frayed nerves screeching and screaming at me Begging for the holy oil, the balm of relief The anointing of peace Yet even that hope lies shattered in the broken pieces of usefulness   Dis-ease distorted harmonics resonating agony where once was perfect and sound cohesion Each moment now a taught tension a pugnacious trap for excrutiation Every device is a loaded trigger for wretched pangs all I want to to do is merely write Of beauty and hope to soothe What sabotage for a poet Whose pain enscription was a grateful muse I find nothing of comfort Because, every idea breathes nothing but signals heralding yet more and more pain Just like the photo of us dancing in the rain I feel like it might never happen again Memory is a Pain upon a pain Mnemonics are the seat of my suffering again And your mighty reign of anguish An insanity that devours me But I will not succumb I will remain I will come through this somewhat sane And you'll be that forgotten memory I refuse to let inside my brain The rent will be sky high And I WILL BE ME AGAIN!
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Mar 29, 2023
Mar 29, 2023 at 6:19 AM UTC
Mnemonic Pain
Letters and hues So warm and inviting On the sheets that entice So full of delight. Leaflets I make Deliver unto all Mnemonics of compassion Fair and unselective. So grants the mass Whose love is for the meek Whispers of concern Hearken truth to offer. If only I could make Leaflets of eternity To offer truth to all And long until infinity.
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
Leaflets I make
I'm writing our song The moonlight is the rhythm Stars the mnemonics
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Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 6:21 PM UTC
Our Song
Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion Straight up forever ontology on high Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice Orotund sonorous diction obliquitous Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics Guidon gyration excursion integration Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics   Chaos charisma objectified tribulation Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis Exude emote surrogate extrapolation Astral projection littoral hypotaxis Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra Intensely cogitational abstract mantra Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra
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Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 10:04 PM UTC
Asylum