"nescient" poems
She had a tongue that could open a wine bottle.
Razor-sharp articulation.
A fine art, some might say.
Living sentences on a knifes-edge.
It started in a unblunted manner,
The force hit smacked splintered minds like a hammer.
Honed in cuspate motions,
Incisively smashing the nail on the head.
She wasn’t wrong often.
Vivacious wit vivid oscillating witch,
some might say.
Not I.
I followed in the downstream of her resonance.
A quivering wreck,
soaked from head to toe in her libretto.
She marched in stilettos,
locomotive tip-toe motion,
devotion to the traverse.
Deviating as s he ambulated across lurid cobbled paths.
How she manages, alas.
Evades my comprehension.
She had this brunt agitation,
as if,
she couldn’t hear the words you say to her.
Maybe it was her nescient nature.
A think naive conversant,
If only it was that simple.
Those dimples on her cheeks were like craters in the moon.
That cheesy laugh fractures.
She escaped from Alcatraz,
Caught only by the dereliction,
of her minds conviction.
Infamy lapsed,
as she collapsed in a pretzel of marvellous contortion.
She radiantly turned to stone,
a statuesque stanza.
Cloned in allure,
that never found answers she was looking for.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
Move as though on castors
Swept in to subdued void
Pierrot lacking puppet master
Shrunken waxwork melting
I rivet in two eyes black blue
For a scrap of validation
Mirrored tunnel dark chute
Deep abysmal contemplation
Blether. Prattle. Jabber on
Deaf ears nescient; inattentive
Blithely callous their indifference
Never yet shall be emotive
A flashlight glare. A glint?
Volt? Amp; electric neuron
No never see; pulse, or breathe
Frigid flesh left life extinct.
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
nescient of origins,
roaring narrow views--
a wend of finite specieshood
collides around a pond-shore
dreamt in colors algae soft.
car sized turtles sink
glow into the liquid cool
while stegosauri billow bottom silt,
their diamond spine-points
tacking to my gaze an oil depth.
time slows in,
viscous under water sun
silent evening stomp.
sipping breath above,
bone-dry families
coo their brittle nests
while scaly giants
skinny dip.
ripples red and gold
darken black as tar
as yawning maws,
eyedrop lashes
squeezed,
feel the draw of kismet
gravely wink in jetsam
at their young,
who, tugging tail-end games
despite a brooding storm
skitter jubilance.
i dive in stasis
nudely arched
above my shadow
as other apex mouths
arrayed in awe
foresee
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
Satan is on the hunt;
And a man peccant.
Treading path of sufism;
Man nescient, ignorant.
First learn the shariah;
And then tread this path.
Or else you'll be a loser,
On you Allah's wrath.
Satan will bridle your nose;
And put reins in your mouth.
Drag you wherever he likes
East, west, north or south.
A true Sufi is righteous;
And follows the prophet(SAW)
A false Sufi goes astray;
And is satan's puppet.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC
imperial candle light defies
breaths blown destructively
lives downed with double edges
****** by nescient beliefs
if we could have defended them
what would we have said?
preventing the taking of their last
with the power of our next breath
replacing new millenium latch keys
with a hand and body to embrace
loving all of our community's spirits
to pass with age. not by hatred.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 3:57 PM UTC
Your green skin sun-baked,
Crunchy and crispy.
Gummed rice lay over,
Sticky and mushy.
Orangey carrot sliced thin,
Fishy Fish chopped symmetrically,
Unwilling they aligned
bearing the cacophony of sticky and crispy.
Nescient avocado,
Addle-pated eggy,
joined the jarring combination.
Grudgingly they were rolled,
Trimmed into circular disk.
Melding of those was awry
Heedlessly the dish a masterpiece,
Loved by small and Big
Praised by all.
Whatever things may be,
Bad from the start,
Dont be sad for the end
For it may be different,
From what you expect.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 3:02 PM UTC
I spend my time on nothing
I am searching for something
Something that could help me understand where genuine worth and value are derived from
But this journey is leaving me as dried out as this land
This search has me circling and feeling as empty as a drum
There are too many axioms to choose from
Leaving me overwhelmed and numb
Maybe I'd be happier if I had a limited access to knowledge
Maybe I'd be happier if I carried along with the masses
Tuned into pop culture and became a bit more faddish
I implore
Why can't their be ONE universal truth?
Their seems to be so many layers of complexity
Regarding a belief system's origins and evolution
I want to commit to a religion but every religion has their ties to paganism and blood
Religion's appeal for me is it's security
Keeping me safe from all depravity.
But just because you belong to a particular faith
doesn't mean you follow strictly what your God says
In the privacy of your own home
Where we reveal to all we keep so near
The crookedness of our heart.
If I were shallow I'd be happy
If I were nescient I'd be carefree
I used to be
I used to be
Until I got curious
And now I've grown furious
With this conundrum I've imposed on myself
The New Agers are too "out there", I think the skeptics should lighten up, The Christians are confused, so are the Muslims and the Jews
Then there's the radicals, and I've had it up to here with them
The conspiracy theorists make me go insane
I just need more time to forage
For the truth
But I think my brain will need a bit more storage...
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
Pain can make people do
Terrible thinks...
To starve
To cut
To harm
To abuse
To die.
And at the end of it all
Someone is always left
Wondering,
*Was it really
All worth it?*
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
i shut my eyes and see the wardens bloom
their leer adrift above a nescient sea.
(i think the insects swallowed up my womb.)
they linger whist in ***** afternoon,
where sky and ocean taint what used to be.
i shut my eyes and see the wardens bloom.
the trees revive a name they won’t assume,
truth trickles through their twigs too slow, too free.
(i think the insects swallowed up my womb.)
the world gives in to predetermined doom;
the sun forgets, the branches disagree.
i shut my eyes and see the wardens bloom.
light limps in shreds through a decaying tomb,
and every ray once knew of memory.
(i think the insects swallowed up my womb.)
love was a ghost...
no, love was just perfume
now scentless, lost in stolid athropy.
i shut my eyes and see the wardens bloom.
(i think the insects swallowed up my womb.)
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 1:42 AM UTC
All thought must be offered up as a sacrifice
The sacrifice of the human will, but after this
The judgement as it is appointed unto men
Once to die as the hue and cry of Rhadamanthus
gavel falls netherwards fore death is the epitome
Of sins penalty; the epitome of sins liability is
Therefore the holy wrath of the First Cause,
Dispensing the empyreal quiddity of eternities
Wisdom as into the fire all things are cast due
To the hardness of the featherless bi-peds nescient
Hearts on that most ancient battle field where
Free-will and Destinies depravity bewrays the
Impenitent categorical imperative that all truth
Is worshipful and the wind blows where it listeth
Since by man came the mire of death, by man also
The resurrection of the dead; and the weights
Of life and the measures of death, (the general
revelation), under the karmic laws for which All
Are to have to pay in time to come are vinadicatory
Of God, the author of all things, whose drink for
The good of all beings is always compassion thus
Serving only to render men without excuse as
Either Elysium or Sheol await, because man
Does not cease to exist in the land of silence
As the region of darkness it is not non-existence;
But it is not life when both life and death
Concern the whole man to lift up thy heart.
ELEETE J MUIR
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC
What a strange world I live in
This is our world
But so many people live as if it is only their world
Blue orb speckled with green
Spinning around a gargantuan ball of fire at the center of everything
This strangeness is felt
Like tears on my cheeks
In a world with so many sharp edges
I'm searching for a soft place to land
Society is a socially acceptable form of prison
We're so accustomed to the prison's parameters
That we're blind to them
We work like little faithful working bees
So our kings and queens
Can reap the benefits
If we stay nescient
Then we will never have the option to break free
But some don't care to be free
They find security in the dull drum of certainty
So, I invite you to step away from this madness with me,
But only if you truly want to be free.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC