"simplification" poems
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*This coup
A new nation
Loyal dedication
Its classification*
‘Species procreation’
Prevents us from facing
A human cessation
selective mutation
Gestation
Creation
It may help explaining
The reasons
Behaving
*But not the foundation
Or actions
We’re basing*
A simplification
is “continuation”
A checkbox
left vacant
*Fulfillment
We’re chasing*
We sweat
Eyes are gazing
A slight
palpitation
In need of hydration
Complete excitation
Without
hesitation
Intense stimulation
**Deep urges
Heart racing**
*Driven
By sensations*
**Unbounded fixation
Pelvic
Undulations
Clothing
Perforations
Time no longer wasting**
***This capitulation
a Sanctification
****** gyrations
Hint of ***********
The bedroom
Safe haven
For what
we are craving
*Once out
and displaying*
It all had been taken
Before
Feeling vacant
Freed imagination
A resuscitation
Indulged depravation
A rhythm
we’re setting
The giving and getting
**Destroying
the bedding**
All else I’m forgetting
Entwined
with each other
Like entangled netting
*Both
on the same trip
In a unified heading*
Now comes
the summation
A true
Revelation
Final
culmination
Smash all expectations
***Volcanic
eruption***
That lasts the duration
**Loud gasp
We unlock**
Filled with gratification
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 3:19 AM UTC
The Brandon who was sure of a god is deceased,
But his memory is visible in my idealistic wish for one.
Who would not want a loving, personal god
Forgiving their wrongs and guiding them
Towards ever-lasting happiness?
Answer me..
No matter what you want,
In regard to matters of forgiveness and happiness,
You are on your own,
At least that's what I think.
I have to forgive myself,
Even if everyone else will refuse to do so.
Ugly and beautiful both describe me equally,
And these qualities apply to every
Other human being as well,
From the poor to the wealthy,
The atheist to the religious,
The prisoner to the police officer,
The terrorist to the president, and so on.
Failure to acknowledge this
Underscores moral supremacy,
And the over-simplification of humankind.
No war between Good and Evil is being waged,
And as far as happiness goes,
No man or woman can give it to you,
They can only supplement it.
It is not a plateau
To be permanently established,
It waxes and wanes like
The phases of the moon,
Tending to glow whenever you smile.
(c) 2013 Brandon Antonio Smith
9/20/13
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
***Fell heal over heads
in love with a poet,
he's mostly a rhyme schemer
likes Poe and his dark Raven,
in actuality, I'd fancy him more if
he were like Pablo Neruda, but I digress
I'm much accurately fashioned after Emily Dickinson
chasing heaven's June bugs toing and froing,
we'd meet at a perfectly superfluous coffee shop
he'll be murmuring elegiac pentameter
I'm simply looking to devour precious words,
we'd argue about abstract destinations,
straight forward persuasions and
premonitions of wayward ink allusions,
some days I want to claw mine own eyes out
amid all that nonsensical alliteration
others, I want to rip out embellishments
of his black heart's magnification,
he mutters tumult under his breath,
states he's abundantly sickly tired of all my
fanatical froufroutant flourished fantasies,
albeit, we're mild mannered artistes
of overstatement and simplification
thus, we continue laying it on thickly
I, with my hyperbolic cuppa tea and honey,
he's all brass tacks, no nonsense black coffee
ultimately, we reservedly seek gratification,
envisioning who functionally makes it first
to a finished line of manifestations's publication,
in eternity's poetic intentions and beyond***
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
*simplification
complicated endeavor
a lifelong cycle*
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
To simplify,
To complicate,
These questions, on repeat,
In my questioning, confused head.
What do I want from this world,
Beyond simplification,
Yet a fraction of complication?
I’ll never know.
All I know, is that incarcerated birds,
still cheerfully chirp,
And nothing is ever what it seems,
Not even people.
I learned the hard way,
Achieving desires means,
Losing drive,
A sense of purpose,
And all fulfillment subsides.
Success is a state of mind,
Placement is what brings you peace,
So much to experience,
Yet so little focus.
At a certain point,
When getting old,
This contemplation follows,
And leaves me with nothing to show,
For all that I’ve experimented with—
Because staying put is too hard to bear.
Nov 18, 2023
Nov 18, 2023 at 11:49 PM UTC
bitterly i remember
in my first simplification class
i forgot BODMAS.
boys around me
solved gleefully
while my pencil
showed no will
to budge with the clock
bent on making me a laughing stock
before my peers.
it's such times in life
when devils raid
to come to your aid.
i gave a furtive look
to the notebook
of the boy next to me
put an equal to sign
and to the sum's next line
wrote nine.
what followed i would keep to mine.
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC
Are you prepared or even aware that you have witnessed the very beginning of the slow unwinding of me? You’re looking at me like nobody else and witnessing first hand my rediscovery and simplification. Complex structures have failed me I am searching for my foundations. Releasing all hesitations and irrational reservations I have chosen the middle path never the path of least resistance.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 6:28 PM UTC
Everything I said,
Was from fear of the stake,
Purity and plainess,
A radical simplification,
Not living or loving,
I wouldn't have missed you,
For the world,
Never to my god,
Than these things.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 6:52 AM UTC
Always In Preparation #2
(a rather long simplification)
Always in preparation for an interview:
What will I answer? Never know.
- What do I like? do things I do, the way I do?
- Write poetry, play jazz, do yoga?
Body/mind my mental window in my mental interview:
And I must justify it all.
Some germ, some theme begins the whole:
The technical; word hurdles
When I write or sing;
All challenging,
Performing, writing or just doing.
T’ween two covers it’s official;
Everything grist-for-the-mill,
I’ll likely publish ‘til I’m still.
No special motive winks or flirts,
No motive hides behind my skirts -
My ears hear musically,
It all comes naturally, substance counting most;
Not tricks, not formulae, cliché -
If there’s a Corwin idiom
It’s in the DNA.
I work out tunes, -out poetry, -out ******
The mind works out spontaneously,
I (wherever I is to be found) give in, give form,
Substance from-and-in the frame.
In short, I paint myself into a box
And creep around
Until some [final] satisfaction binds.
A futile paradox:
To clarify and satisfy
The interview,
But there am I,
Always in preparation.
Always In Preparation 7.6.2014
Pure Nakedness; The Processes: Creative, Thinking,Meditative II; revised 11.21.2017
Arlene Corwin
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC
Roman-Hindi
kal taq thaa khaali kaagaz yeh dil
mile aap thoe rachi yeh khoob ghazal
raah thoe thee par thee na koi manzil
chalen saath thoe hai har raah saral
English Translation
This heart a blank paper till yesterday
You came along poetic verses it communique
Roads were aplenty but no destination
Walk with me every stroll a simplification
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC
i wasn't satisfied with the cartesian
cogito ergo sum...
it's not that i couldn't stomach it,
it was just: not enough?
people claim that maxim to be the source
of all subjectivity,
and there's nothing objective about
it.
all this modern talk of subject vs. object,
i had to employ a θήσαύρύς.
i needed a square... a solomon's star,
two squares encompassed against each other,
nothing akin to the star of david...
i mean solomon's star, of two squares
imposed on each other, layered
so you get an oκτάγωνον oktágōnon
oh **** a macron over an omicron = an omega!
oh k'tah goo non...
wait wait... i was going to write something
concrete, and yes, it was based on solomon's star...
6 things -
cogito sum
subjectivity objectivity king david (6)
reflexive reflective
thinking = subjectivity = the reflective
thinking = subjectivity = the reflexive
thinking = objectivity = the reflective
thinking = objectivity = the reflexive king solomon (8)
being = subjectivity = the reflective
being = subjectivity = the reflexive
being = objectivity = the reflective
being = objectivity = the reflexive
(alt. given the atheistic scissors of definite / indefinite articles
of the / a a reflex, a reflection)
what this means is, what's generally thought of as
the tetragrammaton, but it's not four letters,
it's the interpolation of the four main faculties,
that are now seen as tripling up, or call them: cubed;
a lament configuration representation.
thinking is subjective in that it is also reflective
(the narcissus bias)
thinking is subjective in that it is also reflexive
(i need a shave)
thinking is objective in that it is also reflective
(i am ageing)
thinking is objective in that it is also reflexive
(i'll just stop looking into a mirror)...
dear apologies for the geometry of the arrangement
of words, i know you'd love to see a tartan pattern
of interchange, but this **** seems rigid, in the way
that i wrote it... i couldn't find a way to write a b a b
as stated, it only came out as a a b b,
or a b c a b c rather a a b b c c.
but do you see what is even more fascinating than numbers?
the arithmetic symbols... arithmetic symbols
are very much akin to diacritical symbols...
i write an over-simplification of a concept using =,
and then all these conjunctional words pop up!
and yes, in terms of citing heidegger as opposed to
descartes there's a great disparity between
being and i am -
self-evident, being = the sum, a total, Σ,
while i am? it's a unitary representation of the total (sum / sigma)
of the possible mode of being -
it's also called ego interference / pronoun inteference
in the conceptualisation of the cascade that's ergo
into the basin that's dasein.
what philosophy call metaphysics?
linguistics call orthography...
what chemists call para- positioning on
a benzene ring;
or what non-chemists call the paranormal.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
Ontological definition
Driven crazy with inquisition
Pondering the implication
When what I need is simplification
Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 10:44 PM UTC
Auburn introversion
Will by its arm hold on
Stationary sanction
A constant fissure line
Coming insurrection
Feathered scavengers intrude
For complete cessation
Between the vein and valve
Cutlass complication
Devised the elements
Defiled justification
Wilt into a hardened blame
Fuller indentation
Wreak an engulfed compliance
Its gestation
A bitter control
Chipping fortification
Nails its own mimic
Boweled duplication
Inflicts compounding mirrors
Slowed decimation
From flesh unwilling
Adorn fancification
A scream its teeth
Separation
Impending with haste
The nullification
By removing all proof
Divination
Demand nothing less
By holy vindication
Come clean and silenced
One simplification
As fall essence from claw
Heavy by degradation
Left behind lessons
A home desperation
Cleansed opened to breathe
Now that implication
Is taken in the wind
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
Knowledge is now very simple
Single word questions
And answers in a breath.
Knowledge is now aplenty
Evenly cut pieces of bread
Within easy reach of the laziest
Then why do you
Lift your eyebrows
When forty line answers are spit out
For question that won’t hold in four lines.
The Thaj Mahal is not a wonder, its snobbery
The vain argument goes on.
From the other lone
This lone doesn’t look greener
but only a funeral patch
You are argue with yourself
And throwing a set of fruitfulness question:
Why the evening’s rosiness nestles in the snake bird’s eyes?
Where does the garden lizard leave its memory for a while?
When did the owl start cleaning the day’s dirt to end the night?
Who feeds the pair of rabbits on the moon without fail?
In what soft tones does the ant whisper secrets to its mate?
In which impoverished month did the white ants burp and wipe their lips
Who wrenched the cricket’s courage that they make such noise?
Why can’t the **** wake up the neighborhood without loosing its sleep?
Why can’ t the peacock break its contract with the rain clouds?
From where did the fox gain its cunning?
Which river entered the forest, fighting the sea?
Why war, floods, poverty, quakes?
In word : God’s fury.
Look how simple knowledge is,
Beautiful in its commonness.
Still you argue
You swear
What met isn’t knowledge
Nor the way to knowledge
Then of what
Does it symbolise?
Tell me in a word.
======
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
When misery dominates cognitions,
Morals travel to a foreign land,
Leaving logic to solve problems unassisted.
Guidance is challenging as thoughts think ruthlessly,
Trying hard to find the right perception,
But life always hits into hardships.
We want a solution back to meaning,
Where simplification from life seems to make sense,
A place that can be happier through our own ethics.
The return to principles starts with remembrance of purpose,
Recognizing the fight we have been struggling over,
As realizing goals will help discover people’s beliefs.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 4:33 AM UTC
Maybe I'm just too childish to be Blind.
Perhaps it is that simple,
This easy
If only you would allow.
Just be Honest.
Maybe I'm just too Childish to be Blind.
Innocence reigns through each and every vision
Not enough wisdom;
Cannot make differences coincide.
Cannot take more;
Comfort in so many options.
While others have less than none.
Maybe I'm just too Childish to be Blind
This weakness of over Simplification.
Most say it's Utopian.
This perfect world that can
Never Exist.
Causing this insane world view
That is actually the most sane.
Maybe I'm just too Childish to be Blind.
Something happens as we age...
Added complications, useless reasons,
Just the bully on the playground.
Something changes as we age...
Pain of others easy to avoid,
Just close your eyes.
Maybe I'm just too Childish to be Blind.
Or
Maybe I'm just one of few still able to
See.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
Feast your eyes
on this!
100% Super One-Twenty,
Windowpane, chalk-white,
on a navy backdrop.
Fully Canvassed, mind you,
for the elegance of the suit
is dictated by its drape,
the structure the cloth streams
from shoulder to waist.
Here!
Do you see it? No?
The shoulder, it’s expression:
Spalla Camicia!
Simplification of the cumbersome Neapolitan,
shedding all the padding
of the English shoulder.
(Padding, I emphasize,
is for insecure prepubescent girls.)
Ah, but the star of the show,
the six by two,
the armour of choice of all dandies,
the de facto of the eternally stylish,
the double breasted jacket!
Shoulder wide peaked lapels
drawing horizontal lines
that elongate the torso,
nipping the waist.
(And as they say,
I like my jackets like
I like my women:
Double-breasted.)
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
As the world goes above dimension,
With buses more station,
The people and their pension,
Too poor to pay attention,
Between borders rise tension,
And we all need good intention,
While tears in precipitation,
Our world in classification,
Tell the soldiers to cut retaliation ,
We all need better communication,
Peace needs a declaration,
Complexity must turn to simplification,
One human race like one nation,
Why bizarre things bring separation,
Not only crossing lines but invasion,
Stop right now we need concentration,
The oppressed must be under protection,
In the world we need active participation,
We understand we don't need explanation,
Too sad now so we need more exclamation,
And that's how things start working,
NewWorldation
©® AROODY 2016
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
METHODS
The supreme extinct of my species,
The legend of the east,
Known as the method of simplification,
The method of consciousness carnage,
The accumulator of the deceased
Omitting natured cause, to
Distort all parts of nature,
Yet retained from the moon and the sun,
Succeeded all the systematic empiric methods,
Yet decimally miscarried to Bring forth soul,
From BC to AC till Century factuality,
Thee methods to incinerate, to
Portray the impossible to possible,
Oh poor twisted nature,
Always in fear of toxic groom for earlier harvest,
Proven in black and white
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC
Jagged little pill
smooth little pill
soft little pill-
fill my head with cotton
but make everything clearer.
Square little pill
round little pill
oval little pill-
paint the world in shades of binary
a collection of dualities
a simplification of choices.
White little pill
brown little pill
orange little pill-
fuel the fire inside my belly
but exhaust me
take away my hunger for life
outside of the lines you have drawn.
Nexium
Jarro-Dophilus
Aderall-
of all the little pills every morning
the ones the doctors prescribe and question
the ones I am never sure if I can feel
the ones whose effects are dubious and enigmatic
you are the most quantifiable, and the only one
with whom my relationship is Daedalean.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
A colorless, eye-shaped smoke in the sky is my eyes,
That, instead of seeing, creates new skies,
New ground, and on it a new population.
None can be sure about my subjective realisation,
But what I see is more like a simplification
Of a horribly bad-mad world.
I myself am not sure how the colours are whirled;
The colours of dream- and under-world
As clothes in a washing machine.
Myself is supposed to whirl inside that machine,
Among the instinctive desires and unclean,
Inherited demands.
While my true existence that no one understands
Is beyond those dark-coloured commands,
Just dwelling for observation.
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC
The cosmic process
of spaghettification
is real.
Going through a black hole causes
an object to elongate
and stretch.
This phenomena makes the individual
observe a never ending edge
in the distance.
To an observer, they are infinitely stretched.
Until they don't care anymore and turn away.
And the individual just keep wishing
for the ultimate simplification
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 11:42 PM UTC
Dreams are black and sullen
Like the black stallion
Pure beauty
Though it lacks simplification
Relying on my obsession
Killing the temptation
Is Our love true?
My love is false
No one cares
Any shining stars of a beautiful moment
Fade into oblivion and darken
Leaving me high and wet
Where is your hand
Mouth
Taste
*** is all that you are to me in this sphere of time
To not talk nor greet at the given moment
Equals talking to an unknowable god
To you, I amount to nothing
Stallion you are to me
Beauty identified
There is not a time frame for us
No goodbye or a hello
Just another sigh
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
we are but
half-parted ghosts
imitating
visions of perfection
meandering
ill-formed beggars
laughed at
by mist-fraught deities
horror struck
past-scarred hosts
ourselves serving
revision and reduction
simplification
ever-molten behavior
cast again
into new-loss, fragile shapes
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:53 AM UTC
Lets get over the stupid **** about God and the Devil
Satan is the serpent power
originating at the base of the spine, this is primal power corresponding to the id
With out Satan you would be dead
This power regulates primal autonomic excretory and ****** functions, ie. survival and supports the higher activities of the body mind and soul
corresponding to the ego and super ego, your God
The ego is and integrative mechanism that stands between Id and the super ego ie Devil or Id and God or the super ego
The id is the original primal survival mechanism and true will not to be ignored or denied
The light is born of the darkness and is born-less
The darkness is eternal and the light is everywhere within her
The super ego is discernment ...principal ....reason...ethics and ideation's of mythic heroes , not to be ignored or denied
In religion aspects of the higher self are personified as a Christ, Buddha, Krishna etc when God takes human form
and the Devil is personified as Satan, Asuras Beelzebub Demons or various miscreants in human form
If Christians adhered strictly to total purity they would have to insist on castrations and analectomies to purge their so called evil elements and die because surviving with out the lower is undoable
conversely the Satanists would require lobotomies or being guillotined because living without essential principals is indoable
God and the Devil are not mutually exclusive except when they're viewed through the maw of religion...God and the Devil are different sides of the very same coin
In the royal yoga of the the east when the serpent power ascends up the spinal column the id, ego and super ego are instantaneously integrated and transcended into an all together different order and the fractured nature of self is over come by unity
This unity transcends all myth and concepts of god ie. religion ethics morality
It is a totally transcendent order..
In western terms as a human you stand between the the higher and the lower
Spiritual evolution is not about taking sides its about the integration towards a whole self
You are potentially the magician who mobilizes the lower to serve the higher
This may be an over simplification but
you use your demons to create a base ...they are work slaves to get money so you can go to your temple, your home...the higher self in effect and reflect on the beauty of life
.helllooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
CAN WE **** NOW :)
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC