"morphology" poems
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form . Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet . As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form . The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction . The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience.
As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born. Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .
The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved . Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms .
Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility . Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus .
Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation. Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor.
In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form . Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet . As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form . The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction . The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience .
As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born. Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .
The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved . Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms .
Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility . Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus .
Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation . Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor .
In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
Swoon to a tearful night, unknown to its grief
Dialogue of peace, and those of plight
Ringing of morphology, raindrops on the roof.
Such things heard from the peasants’ seat
In the many wet heads sopping
In the sonorous waves, upright in the city clime
Untending to their beds.
At the bottom of that something
All told are destined they will find
Be pliable to the ills they’ve dealt
To carry on, to work, admonishments
Said once to justify these red romances
That in every rain storm melt
As pity through the night, forever unclasped
From shackles of their blame
Since life and ideology somehow are the same.
‘Tis destiny for abating storms
As some will rose from their thickened thorns
These nights deliver their gentle morns
All the same as hemlock grows as poison
And is best to be avoided.
How—this, I fear only rain my know—
Can we still bathe in fraternal glow
When some still heal from Death himself
Each breath that enters is quickly prayed to leave
High on seated thrones
Those mean so quick to thieving, the poor
The lazy deserve no quarter
Those dusty pockets afford not one
So steal the heart upon his sleeve.
May we help man wrought our kin and kind
By common tongue, free, as we are ought?
Since another may make my world
He is mine to protect, not throw to bytes
So ludicrous and feeding back upon themselves
For destiny can be remade
If hatred weren’t so blind.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC
Thirsting
For subterranean
Blue morphology
Azure dreams
Flitting about
On butterfly wings
Mining stalagmites and
Stalactites
Sipping nectar
Numinous ruminations
Illuminating
Analogous mimetics
Allegories of the Cave
An altar for
Pluming rhetoric
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:55 AM UTC
Vertebrate beginnings,
I collate each chordates morphological traits
Striving to understand their profuse, evolutionary attributes.
Memorize the fusion of Latin and Greek roots
Interwoven just enough to complicate
Instead of differentiate inarticulate invertebrates.
Inhibitions confine to an educational institution
Discombobulated and ready to *******
graduate.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 12:57 AM UTC
Here he comes
The elliptical young guy
Shaky
Anchored in his
Interrogation wood
An interjection hanging chest
Pieces of the night between backquotes
Certainly
He lived glory days adverbial
Between clouds of exclamation
Today, he lies circumflex in itself
Barefoot. With faltering feet
About oval ellipsis.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
Do you See
the cracks
in the pavement
and you are the hammer
Sometimes it hurts
to exhale
You are it
a more i'd roller-coaster
What if, you
gave life
to bring our dreams
our intuition and morphology
Becomes we
and i will replace
every me with
the druthers of you
i no longer
exist in singularity
because it's only need
is an abstraction of idioms
Heartstrings & Intangible Things
Strung out like
prayer flags
and telegrams
twelve dots and dashes
i'll forever
make it
My pleasure
to find
infinite endeavor
Me way
to say
.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..-
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
You are a galaxy.
From the way gravity pulls your lips
back into a smile when you laugh
to your stellar remnants of Vegas.
I thought it would take parsecs
for two distant galaxies to even come
into visual morphology with one another
but we collided into an elliptical love
that is practically observable
throughout the universe.
And as we fall farther into space,
we grow closer together because galaxies
are gravitationally bound to one another.
© Matthew Harlovic
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
i am a passenger
free to roam on the east sides
of redundancy and table manners
flower markets thrive on dawn skies
arranged as tourist spots
the baker's fair selling eggshells
cracked on cobblestone soup
meatpies sold out too soon
appleseeds scattered for birds
i sweep them all up
and see patterns grow on my skin
let it not be said i did not try, i did not do
for too soon the the heat covers the shade as well
and not even the acacia can go without thirst
fill my cup with honeydew milk
and add bittergourd and salt
i can let philistine warriors come from the backroads
and enter the frontlines
if only to join you
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
I saw my knuckles in sunlight.
Seems I’m doing alright,
in that their crocodilian terrain
showed survival
I recall a science class
where they asked us to pinch skin
on the back of our hand
to see how quickly it returned
now, it appears
I’m learned
#age #skin #morphology #longevity #content #knuckles
Apr 23, 2022
Apr 23, 2022 at 11:13 AM UTC
the pathophysiology of
you and i
something between
love me so ******* hard i
combust and
caress the sharpest edges of me
gently, softly
sometimes it’s only in the aftermath of lust
that we begin to dismantle people
now we’re in the graveyard of
all things good.
i am like a child
innocent in my adoration and
my cells respire for you
skin yearns
because i am foolish
you were a paroxysm
of breathing in light
fast
i found the atlantis
in your eyes
and then drowned in the
distillation of colour
your lungs were
coated in lies
that i breathed in
like air to survive
so dismantle the self
deconstruct the heart
find the morphology of love
for it was not shaped like
us
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 8:36 PM UTC
all day the weather men play at meteorology
it is about the science of change, a morphology,
where weather patterns are now living
things and their habits are hard at clue giving,
the rain drops that are fired from cannons aimed at Earth,
make the sound of soldiers charging for everything its worth,
Peace,
after the storm as night falls with thunder
and lightning flashes, steals and plunders
the shadows that ,soaked the trees, fell in pieces they dove from the sky
and those loudest of wet pellets that pop, and ricochet off metal stovepipe
chimneys,
and the wind lashes out and drags wet fingers on every window pane
and why, why
do I now crave the sound of popcorn hoping the melted butter will keep me sane!
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
Your name is buried under my tongue
Its syllables percolate through
My taste buds haven't settled yet
The morphology of the word, its bones
will now turn into brittle dust
Debris will injure me -
I am afraid of the power of words
Because a simple one lay heavily -
Inducing landslides of rubble inside.
One day it will come back
In another form unknown to me
To either bring me back to life:
Fire versus. Fire
Or put me to sleep
caught restlessly in the void
Not finding a way to forget;
Or be forgotten.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form . Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to its progression because realistically nothing had happened yet . As it continued it became according to its innate inflections as a functionally integrable form . The questionably understandable nature of its conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction . The enigmatic consciousness of its relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience .
As the relative complexity of its interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born. Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of its conjunction yet the totality of its ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .
The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet its diversity exceeded its physical complexity , understanding evolved . Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms .
Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility . Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus .
Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation. Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor .
In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC
I sat at the edge of the metallic seat my bare buttock sizzling electric shock as she knelt there her head buried between the V of my leg as she embarked on a mission to make my snake weep
My wet eyelids twitched playfully i shivered though my naked body was saturated in my own sweat
Her workmanship was undeniably a talent
How her sleek cold tongue and her soft palm worked in mutual partnership was a cryptic mystery
She swirled the tongue round my sugarcane and her hand stroked up and down in calculated steps
The feeling was magical ripples and goosebumps decorated my African skin
My warm blood coursed all over my body as the body pistons pumped with herculean energy
Her warm saliva covered my hard snaked as she worked with painters concentration
A real proffesor she was in her trade
At time she would lift her eyes and wink at me she understood too well i was possessed by her tongue's magic
For the next half hour her tongue studied my maleness morphology
She ****** pinched and cuddled my ***** and the pentacle of love
She neither lost the momentum nor slowed the pace
Deeper n deeper she let my snake explore her mouth cavity
At times she would gagged as the eyeless ***** probed in her throat
Her smile gave thumbs up she enjoyed every moment of this job
My nose was flared as i breathed like a charging irritated buffalo
The pleasure rode me to the realm of gods
From a dead slumber she awakened my glands
Whirlpool of sensation swirled on my sensitive glan
And euphoric spasm swept me till i was one concentric feeling of fluids
Warm milky tears gushed and hit the back of her throat she paused and breathed deep then resumed her unfinished business
She hungrily lapped the oozing cream and once more winked as my snake went limp.....she bit her luscious lips with lust
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
I have been racking my mind out driving myself nuts trying to solve this jigsaw puzzle until i found you and realized u were the missing piece all along
After i met you all the broken pieces of my heart fitted back together
I used to think i had a hole in my heart after it was broken
loved oozed out n all remained was a desolate pumping *****
But that day we met you touched my heart with clean hands
you put your key inside my dark hole and once again my heart opened up for love
Since then i have been swimming in an ocean of commitments
Every night i hear whispers of your voice soothing me to dreamland
The fragments of my dreams revolves around you
And when the sun rises you are the reason am tempted to breathe again
Distance has made our love stronger
At times i fantasize of your arms tracing my morphology ua lips snatching i love yous and i miss yous from my mouth
At twilight i stare at the stars searching your beautiful image among the mystical beauty
Sometimes i wonder could the stars be a map to escape this world to a paradise of love
Am certain i can love you in a million way in million different worlds anytime i would always choose you
For you are my reality
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
My Poetry brings all the readers to my ink
and there like
mines better than yours,
linguistically its better than yours.
I can verse for you?
but there is a charge.
I know you want it,
the syllables conjoined, making them read mine not yours.
Their lost in my metaphor,
ways I lock them within my harmonious chorus.
words are like milkshake
different tastes imbued within
aromas differ
My Poetry brings all the thoughts to my page,
and there like,
mines better than yours.
Structurally its better than yours,
I can word for you?
but there is a charge.
I know you want it,
the morphology, making them read mine not your.
Their lost within my visual acuity,
ways I lock them within my syllable verse.
aromas differ
different tastes imbued within
words are like milkshake
Welcome to my ink-shake,
its like a taste that others will like,
woven in thought.
But my ink maybe not to your liking,
my tastes differing from yours.
But enjoy what I pen hopefully I'll enjoy yours
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
O pathfinder,
you wanted to leave unsung.
One day I will track down your footmarks.
Last night I understood
the unholy drowning of the truth,
before the priests of innocent surrender.
Jealousy was the secret of
downfall.You can use the parenthesis now
to defend the corporate
blunders.
Politics has become a
grammar to cheat the morphology
of gospels.
Do not go like naked truth
in the crowd.I wanted back
my eyebaths to see clearly.
The gap between the lips
was widening..
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form . Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet . As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form . The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction . The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience.
As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born. Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .
The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved . Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms .
Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility . Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus .
Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation. Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor.
In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the immitigably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
Oct 1, 2021
Oct 1, 2021 at 12:53 PM UTC
You are beyond words
how am I supposed to describe you
using metaphor
sometimes metaphor isn't obvious enough
You are the best simile
and so are your family
you are beyond words
Morphology and syntax alone
can't represent your tone
Words can't explain how precious you are
all in all , you are ethereal
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC