"quantifies" poems
**I want a home without walls -
I want the prison of your fierce embrace
One of us hears pretty lies,
the other swears they're true..
One of us measures time
in wrinkles, lines and sags.
The other quantifies
with kisses, laughs and shags.
One of us in the mirror
sees a sorry story.
The other only beauty
there, splendid in its glory
Thoughts enamor me no end
they tug at my soul
In their depth i blend.**
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 4:12 AM UTC
kites flew in his mind
& kept his head in the clouds,
forcing me to send messages to the sky
in hope he doesn't take flight
with my world on his shoulders.
he was a traveler
intent on conquering every mountain
he could lay his hands on,
& leaving every atlas
to burn beneath his fingers;
like pain searing on a map of hurt
on his lover's skin -
directionless but in motion.
cigarettes were his staple diet
with beer to wash out
the bitter taste of a quick fix.
his smoke & ashes injected adrenaline
into my wasted body
& set my vision straight
when i was getting drunk off of him
on a monday, or tuesday
(or any day mid-week).
intoxication was a breath of fresh air
on nights when he wasn't -
the nights that i had promised myself
i wouldn't cave in to my
drunken wishes.
spirits gave me spirit
& silenced my thoughts
to allow my body to speak for me
in a language i knew
he would understand.
he kept me close by his side
as he slept through the nights
that the weather shared our bodies' passion,
his heart unable to translate
the song his bag of bones played
into tachycardic rhythm
to match my own.
his arms would curl around
every inch of my being,
holding every ounce of me
but without seeing
that imperial measurements
held little meaning to someone
who quantifies in metric.
last love,
i send messages to the sky
in hope you aren't
my last love.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 6:51 AM UTC
Holding a mind and a heart working together
Fighting the moral conflicts that never end forever
They are the dreamers and the believers
Living a life different from the regulars
Emotions play an important role
Practicality dwells in the corner of the hole
They like to be in a state of utopia
Constantly looking for a better euphoria
But that is often sensed as a mistake and not as a gift
It creates imbalance and quantifies the reason of sorrow
Advises overflow to bring you down to reality
But they will never understand how hard it is
To ask someone to be somebody not meant to be
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC
Morning. Diffuse light
through frost painted panes
xylophone alarm quantifies reticent consciousness
warm sheets a Siren Song
or ****** Lotus beckoning
to stay in comfort and familiarity
crawling to a vertical orientation
jerking into up-right ambulation
the still tepid bed implores you to stay
Dredging subconscious anxieties
nebulous worries swirl; full blown gale
Lightning fears & thunderous uncertainty flash behind groggy eyes
Backhanded ocular rub
quells queasy qualms
life is ineffably uncertain
But there’s excitement in ambiguity
satisfaction in resolution
interest in intrigue
invariable inevitability
only begets; stagnation, complacency,
boredom & apathy
Uncertainty is positive, perhaps
a necessity even
but then again the bed is still warm
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
There is one distance or diameter through the center. There is only one D. Cir equals two pir or just pid, big D with e's pie-eating smile. If you look at e'm askant you can see how the i's drop out in a furtive way to leave only cr/p.
E wears cr/p as a badge of honor on e's tee. It's how e chooses to identify with the infinite Volume. Pir or pid, both are too circumspect. D quantifies directly, but really E's just two r or r as a diminutive D half step down.
As a minor E didn't fly. Twice promoted now, D is much happier as a major, three quarters of a Volare. E gets to fly three quarter skies with three roots dug deep, deep down twice into the sunken earth, a visceral connection to a Cantare.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
(1994-)
perhaps
(1994-2012)
is more accurate
but our world quantifies our lives by the number of heart beats
of inhale-exhales
so let me ask you this, World:
you can revive my heart with electric shocks
force air into my collapsing lungs,
but what can you do for my soul?
nothing
and so i claim the right
to write:
(1994-2012)
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
I know that this here world is dark and creepy at times.
That physically it can be a hopeless place to live in now.
But when you accept that your life is pretty mess up here.
That you do need a Savior, one that will save you in the end.
Realizing that people in their broken state here can not do it.
The only one that truly quantifies as a Savior anywhere.
Is the God whom died on the cross for this here worlds sin.
Is the only one that can save any of us from our sins here.
He is the only one that can save us from everything that we go through.
Thus he is the only one that can give us true hope in both life's.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
can we at at least agree then certain
things are non-quantifiable -
in that however much or how little
of a quantity that "exists"
or "does not" exist does not disturb
its (the "existent" or
"non-existent") quality?
(i just wanted to say the above,
the lower tier addition is, by my standard
of introspection, mere jargon).
there's no real satisfaction in
obtaining a quantifiable parameter
for a being that said quantifying
being desires a necessitated answer
to begin with...
there is no god
other than man in god, as primarily
instrumental to deface a need for
languishing desire for sabbath...
not everything in this world
is perpetuated by a fathoming
quantity - measure -
some things simply require a quality
and what is almost immediately
unmeasured - a qualified ordinance;
dare i apologise for sounding
like a quack?
science nonetheless quantifies,
it does not delve into quality -
to science 1% alcohol is just as true
for 40% content of a litre of ***** -
there just simply isn't a
"proof" for a god...
because there's no
quantifiable "evidence" for said existence...
and the "proof" of
a qualifying "proof" is twice-more
non-existent than the object in question
"desirably" requiring a proof of: existence!
we can quantify the speed of light,
but we can't exactly intact the quality
of travelling at said speed.
i'm not trying to dumb
down the process of an "investigation" -
it's only that the humanities belong with
the question,
the sciences could never, and
ever will give a life-insurance worth of
a question-answer....
why would the science ever give
an answer, and drain the immediacy
of a thrill away so easily?
p.s.
something that has no quantity-parameters,
is only quantifiable
if quantifiable at all,
within the framework of
a quality-reliability
structure...
but having said that,
a quality-reliability is not exactly
quantifiable when compared
to a quantity-replica
(there is no quantity-replica with
newton, there only was, one newton) -
it's sad seeing science become wasted
upon the "question" of god,
since there is no worthwikle
investigation for a necessary measurement,
other than the body count of
the next jihadist.
as ever, a much anticipated
unwelcome affair of discussion / "despair".
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 11:37 PM UTC