"quod" poems
Toking on a cloud with ******* Jesus and his family
Lame folks ask me how,
its cause I ******* smoke
religiously
No God I smoke religious tree,
I get ****** in the name of heresy
You angry penguin ****** preach acceptance
So praise the Lord and ******* shame on me
My guise is Satan *****
and my swag is undisguisible
heartless and no conscience,
sicksicksix most recognizable
-that statement may surprise a little but since we all surmise a little
Why deny me as the devil when
When I clearly play a golden fiddle. . .
From Hell I made a deal
and there is no repeal
nothing you see is real,
I will invade and pervade your mind
So wait in anticipation,
life's a figment of your own imagination
I'll watch you dissipate into oblivion
Pound for pound,
I'm a cenobite at heart,
I just haven't a heart to be found
It's not hard for me
its profound,
the sound of suffering
your soul is ours now
and I will tear it apart
Here's a toast to our orchestral
Symphony of the flesh
My swag's so ******* flawless
100 carrot diamonds,
******* love me cause I'm gorgeous
can't stag no more, fat stacks galore
embrace the force it opens doors
Is there a source, but of course -
it just lies dormant/
What's a ***** to a floor except a doormat
And you know that I'm no diplomat
It's just a fact I ******* hate those stinky ratchets
And I sharply lack tact
tell that ***** her ***** smells like Magikarp
Body language, that of Snorlax
someone once asked
why don't have an open mind
brains would spill out
if my ******* snapback
weren't so tight
Its the season to seize C's
and hallucinations be dazzlin em
don't believe your eyes son,
its only a phantasm but
Words are like playdough,
fun to play with not to eat
So clap your ******* trap and get lost to the beat
I can't be defeat
So suckle my teet
My verses are perverse
I'm high as **** words: failing
Get low
ill as **** so ******* sick,
blowed half past belligerent,
tweaking off my nasal drips,
There's serenity in debauchery -
***** I ******* bask in it
have a taste
basketcase,
I drink red bull it gives me ******* wings
"Memento quod sumus lascivio venatus"
Remember that you are playing the Game
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC
THE VERY THING IT WAS REQUIRED TO BE SHOWN
( for J.L )
"I like birds
more than books."
a young Edward
Thomas thinks
scribbling it
in bad Latin
on the fly leaf of
an algebra book.
A chaffinch chuckles.
"Vink...vink...vink!" it urges
in a regional accent.
"Fringilla Coelebs!"
Edward addresses it.
"Sheld-appel...spink..blue cap!"
the bird disowns its names
content with being
itself and itself
only.
It looks as if it has
just stepped out of the 15th century
illuminated maunuscript
The Shelbourne Missal.
"A caterpillar skeletonising a leaf
mmm...breakfast mefinks!"
The year 1895
madly in love with its own
sunlight
never such sunlight
as this
the window holds the scene
as if it were
a living painting.
The bird behind the glass
poetry in just being.
The torture of
an algebra class
"Quod erat demonstrandum."
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC
Through the darkness I part the Veil,
And walk the hidden paths,
In the brightness beyond the pale,
I see what none have seen.
There's danger here in the world beyond,
In the gleam beyond the gloom.
And all my days it waits for me,
The calling in my blood,
And through the years I walk the paths,
That very few have seen,
The Veil grows thin as years go by,
In the gleam beyond the gloom.
Through the darkness I return again,
From those fair hidden paths,
And as I walk I learn to talk,
Like I once knew I could,
For few have been beyond the veil,
In the gleam beyond the gloom.
~In the Gleam Beyond the Gloom by Bethany "Lorekeeper" Davis, March 5, 2015
My attempt at translating it into Latin:
Velum parte post umbram,
Et ambulate per semitae occultae,
In splendóribus supra pallidus,
Non video quid viderim.
Non est hic mundus extra periculum,
In splendóribus post umbram.
Et omnibus diebus meis memet maneat
Vocatio in sanguine meo,
Et per annos ambulate semitae,
Valde pauci, quas vidi,
Velum crescit tenuis quod eunt anni,
In splendóribus post umbram.
Per tenebras revertentur
Ex his latet semitas occultae,
Et ego ambulo illis loquela,
Scientes semel ego potui,
Pauci abierunt trans velum,
In splendóribus post umbram.
And a translation of that Latin from an academic translation site:
And the hanging for the part after the shadow,
And walk by the ways of the hidden God,
In the brightness of beyond the pale,
I do not see what I saw,
He is not here the world is out of danger,
In the brightness after the shadow.
The call waits for me,
In my blood, and all my days,
And I will walk you through the years, the highways,
Very few men, that I have seen,
As the years go by the thin veil of the increases,
In the brightness after the shadow.
From these things it is hidden by the darkness,
They shall come again the paths of the hidden God,
And I, I walk the angels have speech,
Yet knowing that once I was able to,
They went to the other side of the veil of the few,
In the brightness after the shadow.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 5:48 AM UTC
Lautréamont Disco
beckons the neon
to those
travellers of the night
. . . words.
"What's a nice sewing machine
like you..."
asks an umbrella
"...doing on a dissection table
like this?"
Miss Sewing Machine
tells the umbrella fella
"Hop it buster!"
He hops it.
She is looking for
a Sugar Dalí.
A cute de Chirico statue
is getting chatted up
by what I guess is
a poet.
The poet is
getting his face slapped.
The nostalgia
of the Infinite.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
Why do I hold on
To the stranger's perception
Of who I should be
Feb 8, 2024
Feb 8, 2024 at 10:07 AM UTC
*
arcanum arcanarom, argumentum ad hominem
animal disputans, dixi.., animal bipes implume
cessante causa cessat et effectus, damnant quod non inteligunt
audiatur et altera pars, hominus libenter quod volunt credunt
multi famam, consientiam pauci verentur
boni pastoris est tondere pecus, non deglubere
bonum virum facile crederes, magnum libenter
non omnes qui habent citharam sunt citharoedi
currente calamo, cave quid dicis, quando, et cui
gigni de nihilo nihil, in nihilum nil posse reverti
**
..love always...*
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 14/03/1432
**
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
I'm ignorant, shameless, and dense
I can't understand what you don't say
Sometimes I don't make sense
And I end up missing you everyday
I'm telling you I'm not okay
"Don't leave me, I need you"
How many times do I have to say?
Now, I don't know what to do
If I apologize am I forgiven?
Your words stabbed me
To you I'll always listen
You can **** me, can't you see?
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
"O Fortuna
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.
Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis;
obumbrata
et velata
mihi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.
Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria,
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!"
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
In this world, you live asleep like the dead
Distorted dreams through a prism unclean
The colors your see are not what they seem
How can you see with your eyes wide shut?
Kiss the demons at their feet
Praise them for their artful lies
Let them lull you back to sleep
Singing sweet dark lullabies
In mundo vivunt, somno velut mortui
A deformato per somnium inmundum carcer
See your colores non sunt quod videntur
Quomodo clausis oculis vestris wide?
Osculamini pedes eorum daemonum
Laus eorum est artificiosa
Ipsi vos ad somnum otium
Cantus dulcis tenebris lullabies
--Christian J. Clark
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 10:11 PM UTC
Luna (Latine Lunae) est terrae sola naturalis satellite. [E] [F] [VIII] licet non amet naturalis satellitis in Systemate Solare est, inter satellites maioribus signis maxima quod ad magnitudinem orbes obiecti (primarium) [g] [a] et post Io satellite Jovis, qui est secundus densa inter densitates satellite cognoscuntur.
Luna est in vna *** orbem terrarum, et semper, et faciens facies, *** cis insignis, quae per tenebras inter maria volcanus editis clarus, et veteri crusta impactus crateres prominent. Est enim post solem in coelo et immutari. Quanquam autem id candidissimam, obscurus etiam superficie *** bitumen reflectance fessis tantum leviter superior. Huius temporibus perquam cyclus regularem habere in coelo, quia antiquitus in luna lingua maximus culturae opes, fastos artis fabularis. Producit vim gravitatis luna dies et tempora et levi freta. Nunc de orbita lunae distantia diameter vicibus terra in caelum facit ut fere idem sit qui apparet Solis. Nempe per id fere totum solem lunam eclipsin solis tegere. Hoc simile est de magnitudine visuali fortuitum apparens. Lunaris a terra distantiae lineae sit amet, crescens ad rate of 3,82 ± 0,07 mm per annum, id est, non tamen semper. [IX]
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
Novis te cantabo chordis,
O novelletum quod ludis
In solitudine cordis.
Esto sertis implicata,
Ô femina delicata
Per quam solvuntur peccata !
Sicut beneficum Lethe,
Hauriam oscula de te,
Quae imbuta es magnete.
Quum vitiorum tempegtas
Turbabat omnes semitas,
Apparuisti, Deitas,
Velut stella salutaris
In naufragiis amaris...
Suspendam cor tuis aris !
Piscina plena virtutis,
Fons æternæ juventutis
Labris vocem redde mutis !
Quod erat spurcum, cremasti ;
Quod rudius, exaequasti ;
Quod debile, confirmasti.
In fame mea taberna
In nocte mea lucerna,
Recte me semper guberna.
Adde nunc vires viribus,
Dulce balneum suavibus
Unguentatum odoribus !
Meos circa lumbos mica,
O castitatis lorica,
Aqua tincta seraphica ;
Patera gemmis corusca,
Panis salsus, mollis esca,
Divinum vinum, Francisca !
1.2k
Satietatem potare dulci nectare tua desiderium ego
Ad nos transeat, usque mane
Nostra corpora convol
Corpora nostra lusibus
Sol ortus, Sitis commoratur
Amorem vivere devora tua suavita
Vitae caelestis
Nostra ad et aut angelus diaboli
Quod viget, vitae singulis nobis,
Retorta peccatorum gaudium de salute nos
Corpora *** carnis luxuriam
Tenebrae concupiscentiis saginatus
Dolorem voluptatem servus
Impium impium fames
Sanctus diversitas peccatorum
Ita et nos, in manus nostras et amore peccatorum nos
Nos ad unum corpus est cor
Translation Latin to English
I drink my fill of sweet nectar of your desire
To pass to us until morning
Our bodies roll
Our bodies dance
The sun rises, thirst lingers
Love, live, eat your sweetness
heavenly life
Our call to the devil or an angel
That is active, the life of each of us,
Twisted sins, the joy of our salvation
Bodies with carnal lust
Dark desires fed
Pain and pleasure slave
wicked, wicked hunger
Holy diversity of sins
Even so we, in our hands, and the love of our sins
We are one body and heart
~Wes Noneya
My Latin isn't the best but I gave it a go. I like both versions.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
Occam's Razor blades burn through the air
around us.
Because You blush when you laugh.
Because I pay attention when I joke.
Obvious.
So ********* obvious.
Because I swell to see you,
and you meet me among the clouds.
Frustra fit per plura quod potest fieri per pauciora
Obvious.
I can't tell you. I've told you a million times.
But it's too hard to say it right.
The words are difficult.
I love you like a religion.
I worship you with the devotion of the faithful.
I know, the atheist claims faith.
I love you like the spot behind the
living room recliner that a dog hides
behind during a thunderstorm.
I love you like a thunderstorm.
I love you with the depth of an
Irish song about heartbreak.
I don't know how to do anything else.
Because you blush when you laugh.
Because I notice.
Because I...
Obvious.
So ******* obvious.
Sep 23, 2011
Sep 23, 2011 at 12:16 AM UTC
what a shy event,
considering it,
to be supposed
to encompass, "life"..
a few fractures,
and an antithesis
of the river of Heraclitus...
the stillness of
the lake...
whereby Narcissus
was born...
from the philosopher
of the river,
to the demigod of the lake...
to the god of the sea...
grandfather god Poseidon
begot
the father demigod
of Narcissus...
who begot the son
Heraclitus...
what the sea is,
is what the river encapsulates,
which is what
the lake will never be...
the paradigm,
the writing of Heidegger...
spurned me to think,
to think, rather than "to be"...
how much of
cogito ergo sum
is ontologically, "satisfying"?
probably the nil of it...
counter Latin: in german:
denken werden sein?
oh, the shit-list goes on and on...
denken als sein?
reiterate that for me...
in Latin...
thought as the becoming
of being...
in German, first...
denken als die werden von sein...
now in Latin:
cogitatio quod dacens ex esse...
you know that almost all of
my childhood friends ended up
in prison?!
i'm just an oddity...
i infiltrated the theater of
intellectualism...
and i said: bogus, ********
and the supposed lost brimstone!
scent of cooked sulfur that stank
to the high heavens!
free speech, blah blah,
"free" & "thought"...
whatever the **** that means...
an antithesis of a claustrophobia?!
thought?
thought is the equivalent
contraceptive in terms of being...
thought liberates, but also
provides constraints...
thought is a being
that has non-being in its focus...
thought is a "being" that has
non-being as its focal point...
ontologically:
thought is a form of being,
that doesn't necessarily relate to
the existential "arithmetic"
of thought: thus done...
thinking is important,
but it's completely unrelated to being...
the thing itself,
and then... the thing in itself...
and subsequently: the thing for itself...
phenomenon, noumenon,
phenomenon...
since how much of
"thinking" is translated into
"being"?
i guess... not much of it
is ever translated within the confines
of the imagery of a cascade /
a waterfall...
zilch...
not a lot of thought crafts
the impetus to be...
as...
not a lot of being crafts
the impetus to think...
coincidentally a lot of:
out of every instance / insistence:
i.e. existence, happens,
simultaneously to said expression.
sam cooke:
don't know much about history,
don't know much (about) biology,
don't know much about a science book,
don't know much about the french i took,
but i do know that i love you,
and i know that if you love me too,
what a wonderful world this would be...
i could write this candy floss ********
point blank statement with
adverse feelings...
i have a pact of uninhibited
lying...
i could lie... but then lying
requires a prior experience in lies...
and...
i hate the economics of lies...
however much i might cherish
thinking, i seem to have picked
up a pattern whereby:
thinking doesn't translate into being...
so i guess...
as much of thought goes
into being, as it goes into non-being...
and that being said:
what is post-existentialism?
ontology.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC
❁
the skylark summons the dead to rise as you watch with cloudy, wishful eyes
our sisterhood survives throughout the dark
they will never silence our voices
when we call to the tune, the world rejoices
wild child, living in a fantasy
wild child, the myth lives on within you
wild child, you create your own dreams
wild child, enchant them
do what you do
the white cat knocks over the lamp with a smile
a sea of tears flows from your eyes as deep as the Nile
a mirage is in sight, a vision it seems
the fabric of your sadness is ripped at the seams
we weave a spell together, fashioned stitch by stitch
you look to me and laugh, mischievous like a witch
our sisterhood still lives on through the dark as we wait for the time to leave our mark
they will never silence our voice
when the world calls our tune we will rejoice
fuera puera, vivens in autem fantasia
fuera puera, quod fabula vitae on intra vos
furea puera, vos creo tuus agnosco somniums
fuera puera
lamia
facio qualis vos facio
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
Volo pro totus meus amicitia vivo grate ,
per optimus fortuna quod sapiens amicitia.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 7:44 AM UTC
Nos docti, pensantes — Sed non semper veridici
Nos docti, Sed plus Scimus — Non spernentes
Quod dicunt alii
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
Yesterday you were swallowed by the sea.
Gasping and screaming air bubbles
and smoke.
Flailing and laughing your laugh
that made the room raise their
eyebrows in suspicion.
Yesterday the sky swallowed you.
Somewhere in the vicinity of
Howland Island.
Without a trace, without a sound
save for a single cry for help.
Yesterday the earth swallowed you
cracking and splitting like a
peanut out of its shell.
Suffocating and squeezing the
taste of soil and decay down
your throat and into your lungs.
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 9:49 AM UTC
Voltaire said
if god did not exist he would have to be invented.
But god does not exist,
except in my imagination.
Therefore I have invented him.
And according to Montesquieu,
if I were a triangle
my god would have three sides.
But god is of my mind
and thus . . .
god is me, and
I am god.
quod erat demonstrandum
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 6:19 AM UTC
*amemini,
semper amandus,
te amica mea,
ego sum amator,
est ductor noctor,
et quod suus 'peregrinos,
in hoc itinere vivendi,*
siete amati,
sarai sempre,
amato tu sei il mio amore,
io sono il tuo amante,
l'amore è la nostra guida,
e noi che di pellegrini,
in questo nostro cammino
di vita.
**you are loved,
you will always be loved
you are my love
i am your lover
love is our guide
and we it's pilgrims
on this our journey of life**
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC
Ut me demergat in hoc esse
Mea conscientia de in quod ibi est, nulla alternative ut vita sed ibi sunt alternative vitaes habet me sperans maybe unum die ibi numquid fomentum de hoc desolatio.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
Once again lonely winter days and frigid nights
Hibernation or desperation flutter one’s mind
Oh how we long for those summer day, as we
Basked in the warmth of the sun rays,
Pink umbrella glasses of Pinna Coladas or
Coconut-flavored Malibu ***
Now it's what will be will be
Quod erit, erit!
The last bikini tan lines of summer fade like autumn leave
But here today it still lingered in one’s mind
It was a summer of secrets or was it too much exposure to the sun?
The gleaming sand upon the Caribbean shores
Summer! Oh summer where are you?
Oh summer, oh summer where you,
Please slapdash with your misty blue skies
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
Quod superius sicut inferius
As above so below
As within so without
On earth as it is in heaven
As the universe So the soul
All things are interconnected
The sky and the hell
The land and the sky
What is first shall be last
To accomplish the miracles of the one thing
We are the gods of the atoms that makes up ourselves
But we are also the atoms of the gods that makes up the universe
Man's spirit comes from the stars
His soul from the planets
His body from the elements
We're made of star stuff
All is mind
Everything flows out and in
The pendelum-swing manifests in everything
The measure of the swing to the right
Is the measure of the swing to the left
Everything is dual
Everything has a opposite
And opposites are identical in nature
But different in degree
Nothing rests everything moves
Everything vibrates
Every cause has it's effect
And every effect has it's cause
Infinitely,
The Cosmos
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
Women being tamed like pets
In a golden cage of love
Not a few, but many
Clipping their lips so tight
With silence of fear
Taught to love her husband,
children, parents,society
But not to love herself
Compelled to respect the feelings of one and all
But no freedom for her emotions
Becomes a servant without salary
Suppressing their grief with in
Tears too scared to fall
Maybe there are many too bold
But many jolted in a quod !
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
Fearless,
The way you would storm into
A room of judgement, without a care
Never thinking about how they saw you
Though many thought you were
Irrational,
Which was most of their opinions anyway
They’d never understand you
What made you the way you are
The darkness between the suns,
Betrayal,
You know it better than most
A victim of your own decency
Giving out too many chances
Trying too hard to understand their flaws
Weakness,
Something you’ve always lacked
Never understood the notion of giving up
Using your pain as a drug to drive you into the red
Running on empty, watching more of you break
Determination,
You wear it like a bag that's too heavy
Never sharing the load, never asking for help
Refused to share the pain
Claimed it was the best for both of us
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 9:58 AM UTC