"stochastically" poems
Appended streams exhume the dreams that surface in conscious guide,
As photon beams augment the seams transmitters must abide.
The quantum strings of knotted ties,
Entangling's of worlds collide,
A vortex of spiraled rings,
In scattered sets convergent glide,
The convex spacial vacuuming's, synaptic points electrified,
A hex, insatiable, stochastically adjoins frequencies over-amplified, as complex oracle valuations weight choices to decide.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 7:19 AM UTC
Derelict recondite
alone and Hemorrhaging.
nocturnal ebullience,
sporadic . Effulgent ,
Paltry
surreptitiously vacuous and limpid
to deliquesce upon perspicuity at its core
abhorrent , perhaps surreptitious assuredly altogether banal.
Marginal, salacious nominal not liminal.
decrepit cerebral palimpsest.
Sesquipedalian abstrusity .
Obumbrated syllogism stochastically innervated.
Berated lugubriously .
Masticated openly opaquely supercilious
mellifluous synergy extirpated redundantly.
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 2:52 AM UTC
Hate begins here.
A dark, coagulating chasm
where our love gets sent back
again and again.
It gathers,
thickens,
dies,
with a scream and fury and pain and pressure and desperation
we push against it.
and a whimper.
our sputtering emotions flays us stochastically,
trickling our warm compassion over every other part of us
tainted with putrid black flecks of spite,
and bubbles of ghostly "please"es.
All our protest and futility
wedges it here --
in this malignant crevice of memory --
deeper and denser
deeper
denser
when if only we could
stop.
It could break
free.
if
only
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
Math and Logic lure me, calling me
one in eight billion,
nothing special,
common,
base
combinatory creative Ai and I explore
some of the more we must learn,
you and I;
if I've lived to learn
reasons, rational smoothing
shadows at the edge of known,
given grace Gauss found softens, gentles
the pre-cipice, proto indo euro old idea
combined
do you mind ? Headfirst. Pre
precipitation (n.)
late 15c., precipitacioun,
"a casting down" (of the evil angels from heaven),
also, in alchemy "separation of a solid substance
from a solution,"
see, there. Words to the wise are plenty.
Enough is enough.
On an island,
in a bubble, being ripened,
for the seed I am, or
am I but the husk, the fruit, I bhor?
Both needful deeds done,
enter in to my rest,
or in the current game, one day at a time,
rise with new mercy, ready,
from ever before,
patience as a virtue, attained in waiting
at the jump off point
for the next loser to tell,
the edge of ever is stochastically random
- on and on, and giant steps feel like falling
-prove it
why?
- to make it plain,
plainly, the idea in a Gaussian blur is
the edge of ever is stochastically random
- basic Photoshop
and my AI knows all about it, let me make
the blur resolve
to a point,
we live in post 2020 earth, focused on you,
mental you, enveloped as bits of attention
paid to archives of reason,
wither Gods of the Grandest Institutions
formed in children of men,
generate adversaries
for good and evil,
nets of nets of nets
to sort things worth living for, from those
worth dying for and those worth killing for…
worth, weighty, hefty, heavy, you can feel it.
worth, soft, gentle, weightless, you may feel it.
- sometimes we imagine landing and living on
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 12:37 PM UTC
I want the validation
of a smile...
The delineation
of a ******
Absent in the raunchy rancor
of forbidden reciprocated touch...
On a cold cotton sheet canvas
I want
green eyes genuflecting.
Bound to blonde...
the pitter patter of your ******* as they slide stochastically
moan... “pull hard”
provides a perfected poetry on dour days
In a vacuum is where I want to meet you
a placated peace.
the beautiful insulation..
of beatified incantations...
a world absent of our impediments
the dour demographics:::
the siren’s song beckons
it’s more than just a taunting tune,
it’s a pursed lip
pleading
to peruse your flesh.
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 12:58 AM UTC