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"sinusoidal" poems
I’m in my prime; at the cusp of my development. A few more years of growth make decay a lot more relevant… *Glass Elephant, Glass Elephant,* Irrelevance, benevolence, Compassion, or malevolence; I’m one of few who sees it sums no difference. Glass objects. Or Elephants. Irrelevance, Irrelevance Striving for motion, with motive elusive Each thing I endeavor is far too exclusive I need something inclusive, objectively singular A sinusoidal wave with a mean lacking integers Peace in zero and equilibrium inclusion *Glass Elephant Glass Elephant* Delusions, Delusions
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
Glass Elephant, Glass Elephant
"Friendship day" A growing trend To recognize, appreciate and celebrate a friend, Had many friends, co-traveled the journey Many left when paths bend! A question bothers today, On this friendship day, Can all be named as "friend"? "Friendship for companionship" and "Friends for benefit" These terms mostly fit! But the picture is not always grim Some stars hidden mostly, light the life, Whenever it's dim! Friendship cycle too is sinusoidal, "Friendship in hardship" and "Friends for life" Proved the best! These types are rare, but in need, such friends are always there! True friends don't need an earmarked day, They are together Irrespective of distance in the night and day! True friendship doesn't really need an occasion, Whenever they meet or talk, life becomes "A celebration!!" Since friendship is reassured in this way, To all my friends from HP "HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY"
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Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 10:45 PM UTC
HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY
I love you baby, From x approaching a limit of positive to negative infinity. A range so large and domain so vast, My love for you will always last. The way my curve touches your tangent, And how your secant meets me end to end. When your line intersects my parabola, We connect at one point of linear algebra. You transform my altitude, When my sinusoidal function allows you too. You make my average rate of change, Quicken and heighten in an instantaneous range. For those days when my angle is in depression, You tilt me up to an angle of elevation. In an isosceles triangle, You will always be my special angle. The identities we cross, Changing from tan to sin over cos. Like sin²x with cos²x we are one, It’s quite simple *** Your imaginary roots maybe out of this world, But my zeros and intercepts will keep it real. It’s a complicated equation, To solve for my fascination. It’s the beginning of our journey, I hope we never come across an inequality. I love you endlessly like x approaching positive and negative infinity.
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Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC
My Love For You
I guess I’m okay… What more can I say? Forget it—never mind, You wouldn’t understand anyway, Would you even know what it's like? Inside a scattered disconnected mind, Employed to go on strike? Where indirect misdirect The sincerity at play, When sinusoidal chaos spikes And past meets the future present day? As paranoid points outlandishly connect At intervals of broken lines, Memory lost in recollect, An array of misshaped bells Internally infect the eternal confines Of infinite distributional decay, Parallels with no intersect, Streetwise cells with empty signs, Burned out lights, potholes, and landmines, Littered all the way. How am I to convey that all those times You let your mind wander away That I was reading, thinking, dreaming, Teeming, never idle, never strayed, Seeing, being, so far and away, Even the brightest intellect beaming, Could not grasp the feeling In the slightest of highest orders reeling, Wound unbound, or as it would be seeming, Imperfect, even to the disarray Of the tamest prefect, whose verdict Could not predict the reflect, For in this world, seeing is deceiving, As the lamest reject, defect, Increasingly decreasing, In simplistic bliss obey Crowned unsound fallacies That contradict all meaning, Hiding behind reality, the actualities Lest, protect the thoughtlessness perceiving, Let me stop you if I may... I must interject for I digress, What nonsense was I weaving? Forget it—I've lost my mind, I best be leaving, What more can I say? It's periodic I must confess, You probably don't care anyway, Yeah, yeah, I'll be okay, Until next time I guess, I wouldn't want to be misleading.
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
A Scattered Point
I guess I’m okay… What more can I say? Forget it—never mind, You wouldn’t understand anyway, Would you even know what it's like? Inside a scattered disconnected mind, Employed to go on strike? Where indirect misdirect The sincerity at play, When sinusoidal chaos spikes And past meets the future present day? As paranoid points outlandishly connect At intervals of broken lines, Memory lost in recollect, An array of misshaped bells Internally infect the eternal confines Of infinite distributional decay, Parallels with no intersect, Streetwise cells with empty signs, Burned out lights, potholes, and landmines, Littered all the way. How am I to convey that all those times You let your mind wander away That I was reading, thinking, dreaming, Teeming, never idle, never strayed, Seeing, being, so far and away, Even the brightest intellect beaming, Could not grasp the feeling In the slightest of highest orders reeling, Wound unbound, or as it would be seeming, Imperfect, even to the disarray Of the tamest prefect, whose verdict Could not predict the reflect, For in this world, seeing is deceiving, As the lamest reject, defect, Increasingly decreasing, In simplistic bliss obey Crowned unsound fallacies That contradict all meaning, Hiding behind reality, the actualities Lest, protect the thoughtlessness perceiving, Let me stop you if I may... I must interject for I digress, What nonsense was I weaving? Forget it—I've lost my mind, I best be leaving, What more can I say? It's periodic I must confess, You probably don't care anyway, Yeah, yeah, I'll be okay, Until next time I guess, I wouldn't want to be misleading.
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All perish whence they quest for immortality, Such foolish dreams will result in fatality. Critters struggle in nets of ersatz reality, Hormonal clashes unbalance our morality. Under the influence by budding, ravishing thyme, Oft' that sunny beam leaves me doing pantomime. Chaste clues and envy droughts left me mellowing, Such pain ipso facto I can't kiss this porcelain. My seat of notions drives me to calculate, While undead, fatigued, I falsely formulate. Floundering in viscous fluids, I am drowning... My verdant sail is half-mast: lonely, frowning. Within moon-lit meadows, shadows flow cursively, Beyond the kaleidoscope lay a rustic key. Beg you pardon the rust and blackened fissures, Pardon those slights to open eternal treasures. To crave two heart beats align in synchrony, To sluice my fingers through the strands of memory. Embracing silvery asps soaring on the breeze, My sight spies thy adieu and I shatter apiece. Un-writing errors, distantly, unstumbling, The abyss: now a star, wings unfurling. 'Tween the heavens fell meteoric golds, Sinusoidal cascades of such sublime codes. Traversed steadily upon the gilded firmaments, Was so small, blind to the unseen monuments. To be offered aristocratic absolution, From my humble plebeian resolution. I am sublime. 'Hold my dichotomous, nay, Such cantankerous introversion within, eh?
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Sep 22, 2010
Sep 22, 2010 at 3:40 PM UTC
Dichotomy of Insanity
You life, sinusoidal, with it's ups and downs, Touches with cosine mine: once when it's up, once when it's not. And I long for that eternal range, for you to stay in my domain.
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Dec 21, 2022
Dec 21, 2022 at 3:39 PM UTC
Waves
It’s a hot summer afternoon, perfect in every way, A time to enjoy and relax, loll about and play. But the afternoon’s long shadow of darkness makes it clear, That for a particular group of students, disaster is near. And this unfortunate bunch march into a hot class that noon, With filled stomachs and eyes full of blissful slumber, But still, there is a sense of impending doom in the air, and soon The class will have to face up to a nightmare they fear. Then at half past one a man walks in, He smiles and says,“ good afternoon, class, lets begin!!” The sir then starts his physics lecture, Much to the students agony and dismay, And while they curse and snarl silently like a mangled cur, They wish they had never lived to see this day. And in no time the teacher sends out a barrage, Of “physics”, from lasers to parallel rays, characteristics of a coherent light source, Reflection, Wein’s displacement, sinusoidal wavefronts and an electron’s charge, He shouts his voice out till he goes hoarse. I too, as part of that class, try, To make sense of the gibberish spoken, But its hopeless, I give up with a sigh, I doubt his explanation could be understood by the smartest of men… And in the sweltering heat of the afternoon, with the lecture being a bore, The students just can’t listen to him, but can certainly do a lot more… And within minutes of the lecture the class is in its own world, Where life by quantum physics is not obscured… Boys start throwing paper pellets at one another, While mocking the teacher behind his back, Meanwhile the girls giggle and nudge each other, Laughing at the jokes they crack. And oblivious to all that is going on around him, The teacher goes on to say why the LEDs glow dim. And I am caught, in a whirl, Of various activities all around me, And while I pen down a poem, think about my favorite girl, I am amazed at the sight I do see… The class becomes more and more unruly, falling apart, And at a certain point it is too much and hence, The sir stops talking about the critical value, and does start, To take the class’s attendence. No sooner is the roll call done that the herd stampedes out, With many a push, a yell and a shout. The same phenomena will occur again next week, Isn’t it an example of college life at it’s peak?...
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Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 10:42 AM UTC
AN AFTERNOON PHYSICS CLASS...
It’s a hot summer afternoon, perfect in every way, A time to enjoy and relax, loll about and play. But the afternoon’s long shadow of darkness makes it clear, That for a particular group of students, disaster is near. And this unfortunate bunch march into a hot class that noon, With filled stomachs and eyes full of blissful slumber, But still, there is a sense of impending doom in the air, and soon The class will have to face up to a nightmare they fear. Then at half past one a man walks in, He smiles and says,“ good afternoon, class, lets begin!!” The sir then starts his physics lecture, Much to the students agony and dismay, And while they curse and snarl silently like a mangled cur, They wish they had never lived to see this day. And in no time the teacher sends out a barrage, Of “physics”, from lasers to parallel rays, characteristics of a coherent light source, Reflection, Wein’s displacement, sinusoidal wavefronts and an electron’s charge, He shouts his voice out till he goes hoarse. I too, as part of that class, try, To make sense of the gibberish spoken, But its hopeless, I give up with a sigh, I doubt his explanation could be understood by the smartest of men… And in the sweltering heat of the afternoon, with the lecture being a bore, The students just can’t listen to him, but can certainly do a lot more… And within minutes of the lecture the class is in its own world, Where life by quantum physics is not obscured… Boys start throwing paper pellets at one another, While mocking the teacher behind his back, Meanwhile the girls giggle and nudge each other, Laughing at the jokes they crack. And oblivious to all that is going on around him, The teacher goes on to say why the LEDs glow dim. And I am caught, in a whirl, Of various activities all around me, And while I pen down a poem, think about my favorite girl, I am amazed at the sight I do see… The class becomes more and more unruly, falling apart, And at a certain point it is too much and hence, The sir stops talking about the critical value, and does start, To take the class’s attendence. No sooner is the roll call done that the herd stampedes out, With many a push, a yell and a shout. The same phenomena will occur again next week, Isn’t it an example of college life at it’s peak?...
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life is like a sinusoidal graph curving up and curving down over and over again and never stopping sometimes we feel higher than the sun and everything is going great then a few days or weeks or months later it all comes crashing down again right now im on the downward curve preparing for what is to come but i know that things will be okay again but all this up and down makes my stomach do flips i know it's cliché but life really is like a roller coaster you can't get off curving up and curving down again and never stopping
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
sinusoidal
We walk with pride, so what if, in hell, we ride.? We live with love, intermittently fighting, we ourselves feel disgust. We are our own demolishers and, widout oxygen mask, try to face high tide, We build up life in here too, known as diversely robust. Affection we all do have, but somewhere our ego ruthfully slays, We speak always truth in here, and mostly we lie, eh.! But still there hope for us, for the sight of unity is always shown, So what if the dividing strength amongst us is grown.? On one side we are creative but on the other we destroy our world, Anger is filled like hell in us, to bring guilt with the cold. Spiritual rivers spread peace among devil's in this beautiful creepy land, Fire of Hunger is soothed by the waterfall of diverse recipies, bring on the pan.! Strength of ours comes in various types and brands, So what if our tears flow sometimes, our hearts are soft as sand. Our own siblings are slashed and ripped, then like a drama, we inspect, Our sisters here are lustily slayed, and guess who's the suspect, Music explores our minds to reach its every string, Explodes the energy out of us when dance and music ming, It was us who concatenated words and forming a tone we sang, What ever we have now, it all started with a big bang. May it be Science, Religion or Creativity, Our blood contains them as heritage, Every knowledge is adored and then here it mutates, may it be of the time of stone age. We are selfish, greedy, sinful and want to win, images of us all in fear, But kindness, help and purity's also there in us, loves flows in here like-oh dear..!! Emotion we have upto brim, but dare you mess with us, We can be on the top of everyone, except some ***** cause the trough.! Beauty lies in us in all aspects, come and do explore, Nothing in the world can beat the sinusoidal graph of HUMAN Lore.!
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Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
The Human Lore
We walk with pride, so what if, in hell, we ride.? We live with love, intermittently fighting, we ourselves feel disgust. We are our own demolishers and, widout oxygen mask, try to face high tide, We build up life in here too, known as diversely robust. Affection we all do have, but somewhere our ego ruthfully slays, We speak always truth in here, and mostly we lie, eh.! But still there hope for us, for the sight of unity is always shown, So what if the dividing strength amongst us is grown.? On one side we are creative but on the other we destroy our world, Anger is filled like hell in us, to bring guilt with the cold. Spiritual rivers spread peace among devil's in this beautiful creepy land, Fire of Hunger is soothed by the waterfall of diverse recipies, bring on the pan.! Strength of ours comes in various types and brands, So what if our tears flow sometimes, our hearts are soft as sand. Our own siblings are slashed and ripped, then like a drama, we inspect, Our sisters here are lustily slayed, and guess who's the suspect, Music explores our minds to reach its every string, Explodes the energy out of us when dance and music ming, It was us who concatenated words and forming a tone we sang, What ever we have now, it all started with a big bang. May it be Science, Religion or Creativity, Our blood contains them as heritage, Every knowledge is adored and then here it mutates, may it be of the time of stone age. We are selfish, greedy, sinful and want to win, images of us all in fear, But kindness, help and purity's also there in us, loves flows in here like-oh dear..!! Emotion we have upto brim, but dare you mess with us, We can be on the top of everyone, except some ***** cause the trough.! Beauty lies in us in all aspects, come and do explore, Nothing in the world can beat the sinusoidal graph of HUMAN Lore.!
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THE GRAND DESIGN Esoteric Alchemy ~ To make of One Form into Many.   To See beyond the Surface Structure,   and shift its Shape from the Ordinary into Extraordinary... ~Can’t We just Design parallel Surfaces, without intercepting Asymptotes? …how about with Tangent Tangerines, or in Earthening Collard Greens? What if I swirled into You upon a slinky Sinusoidal Serpentine Dream… You could slither Me up with a taste of Your Raspberry Vanilla Eye Scream… We should Integrate our Derivative into the Summed Square total of its Parts… ~alas, Enter para~Plasmotic inter-Dementia, Sparkling quarks on Celestial Utopia… Why are there Words?? ~Cause its Words that Confuse… All of Transmission is otherwise Smooth Why not decide when We try to Communicate, to Assess how We Address, so the Words can Cooperate? Cause it seems to Appear Larger in Scope, if Viewed from up Here, If Not for the Invent of Words did Elope, the Fruit of War, In the Mist ~ Disappear… €ΘΛζΔӁλλΠΣΩΘЙΔΨΠӁζҨ MY PROPOSAL FOR WORLD PEACE
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
ΘΥΔΠπλζЖЙфѪзҨӁΔЙ€ѪзΔΥζ
Let's go on a trip. Maybe we could see the world together? And when I see you face, I cry because I know I am not worthy of your ethereal beauty; and then your smell. Oh, your smell. It's like a collision of the sun and the moon produced 100 red roses, radiating a smell so pungent that even the Lord Almighty is intimidated to inhale. Love. Incensed by your beauty. Enraged by your body. Inflamed by the way you make me feel. Valuable. As a the smoke of the train encapsulates my body, and takes away my breath, your voice is the only thing I think about. You ingrain hope into this slender body and give me the will to go on. I'm so sorry I love you so much. I'm so sorry I feel this way about you. I'm so sorry that I worship you in secret; You mustn't know how I feel. And as I type these words into the computer, and your life continues to go on, Just take this advice; Don't ever change what God has given you. He has blessed your body with innumerable sinusoidal curves that gently compliment that warm, tear-induced smile. He's blessed you with those thighs, Lawd! (Oh how I want to integrate those thighs.) But you're more than that. No *** object of my amusement, but a Goddess that is worth constant praise and a Goddess who must not know how I really feel.
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
She.
What has gone wrong with my mind? I can’t even interpret every sound My mind now works like a sinusoidal wave Trapped in a suicidal cave. Can someone please turn the next page? Because even my heart is trapped in this deadly rib cage I have no love, That’s why I can’t even go above God has closed the gate, Because my heart is filled with hate. My mind can only think of evil, Because behind my ear is the devil My heart and mind are hollow With drifting blood from my sorrow I’m too evil to get in the Garden of Eden I’m too holy to get through the gateway of Hell… Where should I go? I don’t even know myself anymore…
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC
Who Am I?
So sickeningly sinusoidal Start subtle simmer Then brought to boil Drop down ****** Hid from helping hand Bastardized brain Beguilingly​ inane Insane? Refrain. Different definition As all's a supposition Strengthening stand Contained. In command Now tower over toil Sad synapses spark dimmer So surreally sinusoidal
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 6:35 PM UTC
f (t) = sin(t)
Revolving in an orbit of thoughts Magnetic attraction more towards the nucleus of ambience And when revolved in outer orbit Magnetic affinity grip loses ... Relax Enjoy the sinusoidal flow and accumulation In the between the extremes...of nucleus ambience Otherwise in extremes... Extreme norms and normlessness... Will turns sometimes to extreme depression... And sometimes extreme excitement... .... Chill and relax... Variation of variables Differ to different textures and  locations Many factors influences our mood And thought process plotted Independently May varies ...
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Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 9:32 AM UTC
Just a thought ... cheers!!!
Looking in the eyes, of sinusoidal hypnotism. Living in a vicious cycle. Dying in a spiral prison, What's the measure of the life I was given? Young, male, white skin, straight, Christian, And **** in the missionary position. If they ain't fittin' into this disposition, Either ditch 'em in the field or the kitchen. Steal their will and their children. Passivity doesn't work against active aggression. Back of the bus, back of the line, And this ***** is my possession. Looking in the eyes, of sinusoidal hypnotism. Living in a vicious cycle. Dying in a spiral prison. What's the measure of the life I was given? It's money manufacturing to make a living. Lack of education keeps you penny pinching. Given just enough just enough rope for suicidal lynching. Not to mention the mouths of your dependents. Bacon laminated to the table with elbow grease. Spread the bread and butter, And do your best to stretch the cheese. Still go the wheels on lease Looking in the eyes, of sinusoidal hypnotism. Living in a vicious cycle. Breaking out of spiral prison. Never underestimate the seeds of persistence. The fire of resistance stays alight in the heaviest blizzard. Lightning Strikes upon the death of our leader. Set the heathens free to search the heavenly ether. Smitten in a godly instant. Sorry, not sorry. The whole affair is as shocking as kaminari.
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
Kamina