"provable" poems
the other me
the other you
so natural || parallel grazing... like soft kisses under cool sheets
never have touched, yet can tickle so much, again, again, experience the other explicable and envigorating, so much that the ___ just can't be contained/pressed/expressed truly in simple written words.
goosebumps, held breath, who would have thought simple presence could see & show & feel so much
so nervous, so anxious, so amazed, so curious, yum - it builds - this tension
such T.O... even if this other us will never meet on this side of the reflection, it's okay.
there's no off-switch it seems... and i love all that it is and i love All that it is.
the things to do to say to feel, so unreal and so-su-re-al
if there is such thing as an un-provable-un-disprovable bond/natural affinities/of us;
no motive, no agenda, yet muted from any role other than to Be... impossibly, but possibly
the other you
the other me
3:02 AM 9/23/2011
10/06/2012
Sep 23, 2011
Sep 23, 2011 at 6:07 AM UTC
Holed up in a closet with half a pint or so
Too slowly disheartening for the time it takes
And far too enigmatic for the plans I've yet to make
Yet I move with every atom drawn emancipated
Yet the context of neurons
And bitter sweet memory all a fabrication
Another thin layer of nostalgia to force feed the sleeping beast
And even as I disregard, it comes up through the latency so brazen
Another helpless mess of chemicals to feast upon
Boring
A **** shame as well
Charismatic yet moments away from being half adjusted
Using every empty vow of justice to reciprocate
He must've mustered every ounce of faith based forgery
And the internal jury applauds
All is for naught, but drowning in waste deep
Self pity is for suckers
I can drown in less than half an inch
Selfishness is only realized once
Pride stops you from making friends
Maybe the fear hits nearer to home
Reopen its wounds like the case that lay dormant but provable
Felonious though it may be once you disregard empathy
You know he did
And yet it bleeds
Still it moves
Cognition taken for granted, but by who?
Sure, the long since departed had so much to lose
But If with every passing breath they would've ****** down oxygen
With the same callousness he possessed
When cutting off their heads
Doesn't the burden fall on you as well...
Sending a man to hell is no easy task
Bask in the grace you made for yourself
Bending the page with ink that you've layerd
With blood and homage to past ruling lieges
That murdered their wives for no god **** reason
Tragedy only strikes in pairs
Taking the same heads off twice
One visible, the other not so much
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 4:36 AM UTC
Don't believe everything
you hear.
People are being
brainwashed
by the tellers
of tales.
History teaches us
"if a lie is repeated
often enough,
people will believe it."
Let us have
ears to hear,
and eyes that see.
May our ears and eyes
be open
to the truth.
Not just the tellers
words,
but provable facts.
We must each make an honest
search
for the truth.
Don't
let someone else
do your
thinking
for
you.
May we all
wake
up.
Cynthia Jean
copyright
February 8, 2020
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 1:30 AM UTC
Since I was a child I believed.
Believed in the near tangible,
The provable
The almost-rational.
I could never swallow the bitter pill of faith,
Religion,
God,
The dust and ash of rinsed out fables.
I still search the skies with a lack of avail.
I’d settle for a twitch of movement
But I dream of those purple beams,
So violent and foreign.
The opening of the doors
Should budge our closed minds.
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 10:45 AM UTC
On rainy days,
the scent of reminiscences
remain in the memory of thoughts
forever and always;
your absence is unconditionally felt
Considering the fact that
the aroma of rain mixes with
the pleasant smell of your presence
I turn up the corners of my mouth
to show pleasure amusement
up to the time that I fail to remember
the pain you caused
I was tortured thoroughly
As you walked out of my life
I cry myself to sleep everynight
Hoping to smile as the daylight arrives
And I hate it when the sky cries,
on account of the fact that
it reminds me of you
On rainy days,
I stand still under the unhappy sky
And I hate the provable truth;
I love you so much it hurts.
a.r
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
(alternately titled: aery diction galloped jocosely)
Abbreviation asper "FAKE"
abdication (wishful thinking),
an aberration Trump accepted
abjuration (or alternative) i.e.
ablation, thee apprenticed
president, would never forsake
abnegation (sooner his cold,
dead paws pried loose Putin
on the Ritz Carlton), this
abomination, his indiscriminate
abrogation appears (underwent)
acceleration autocratic accentuation
Americans aver acceptation,
acclamation, acclimation,
accommodation "FAKE"
accreditation, averse Hispanic
refugee acculturation, he blithely
asseverates, viz faux ******* up)
accumulation unfairly *********
accusation (baseless bigotry)
scapegoating fifty plus shades
brown illegal aliens despite
provable residency status
conveniently citing himself
perforce repetition validates
accustomation touts "FAKE"
non hardy laurels spilt, spelt,
and smelt acetification reign
ruination unleashing acetylation
promoting political acidulation
SCOTUS acrimonious activation
authoritarian smug egoistic
actualization nepotism, jingoism,
despotism actuation atavistic,
apathetic, allergic adaptation
acquiescent, arrant, abhorrent
adjudication Machiavellian aggressive
adjuration acrimonious atrocious
administration alarming, appalling,
arresting admiration abysmal,
artificial, asymmetrical adoration
awful adulation, ambivalent
apathetic adulteration avast
averse adumbration adulteration
affair advocation barren aeration
puffed hirsute aerosolization.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC