"synthesise" poems - Hello Poetry

I have a lisp It is lovers lips caught in the spasm of a kiss I have a lisp that restricts what I'm capable of saying praying that I don't pass it onto my kids but there's restrictions on scripture as well. I have a lisp It is a gentle twist in words I can't complete I'll meet many who notices the obviousness of it. I can't synthesise similar sounds subtly to induce a feeling of happiness or sadness, I've been driven half to madness by the flaw. This is why my voice is within my writing, it is the lightning without the thunder, unheard to ears but the same power exists. I can't give a speech openly, or sing to soothe my soul, all because I have a lisp.

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Mar 8, 2017

Mar 8, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC

Little-star

Lisp

I have a lisp It is lovers lips caught in the spasm of a kiss I have a lisp that restricts what I'm capable of saying praying that I don't pass it onto my kids but there's restrictions on scripture as well. I have a lisp It is a gentle twist in words I can't complete I'll meet many who notices the obviousness of it. I can't synthesise similar sounds subtly to induce a feeling of happiness or sadness, I've been driven half to madness by the flaw. This is why my voice is within my writing, it is the lightning without the thunder, unheard to ears but the same power exists. I can't give a speech openly, or sing to soothe my soul, all because I have a lisp.

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obviously to think and enjoy it you have to turn your mind into a mollusc in an oyster shell, slow... slow... (yawn)... slower... then you suddenly get electrocuted! boom! now you're thinking, you're not as tense as a running cheetah, hard rock heart muscle, not too eager on karaoke of karate, you're the tortoise outrunning achilles; because the brain enables such functioning, it's not exactly an eager heart in the university of the body - and why is it that domestic life has completely succumbed to the gratifications of chemistry with toothpaste and bleach and other cleaning materials; i wouldn't be against doping athletes, i'd tell them to embrace it... let's synthesise another world record sprint in the olympics, because an analysis would mean talking about 9.58 / 9.51... and that would be as interesting as looking at the rosetta stone for clarification of ancient egyptian: owl, big fish, little fish carbohydrates boxed; and still a flea could outrun you, a flea, yeah, never mind the cheetah.

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Mar 25, 2016

Mar 25, 2016 at 5:46 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

big fish, little fish, cardboard box (kevin & perry)

obviously to think and enjoy it you have to turn your mind into a mollusc in an oyster shell, slow... slow... (yawn)... slower... then you suddenly get electrocuted! boom! now you're thinking, you're not as tense as a running cheetah, hard rock heart muscle, not too eager on karaoke of karate, you're the tortoise outrunning achilles; because the brain enables such functioning, it's not exactly an eager heart in the university of the body - and why is it that domestic life has completely succumbed to the gratifications of chemistry with toothpaste and bleach and other cleaning materials; i wouldn't be against doping athletes, i'd tell them to embrace it... let's synthesise another world record sprint in the olympics, because an analysis would mean talking about 9.58 / 9.51... and that would be as interesting as looking at the rosetta stone for clarification of ancient egyptian: owl, big fish, little fish carbohydrates boxed; and still a flea could outrun you, a flea, yeah, never mind the cheetah.

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Passing around a fatal flaw like a joint in a hot box, Refreshing baths of Coca~Cola and regretful indulgence We are wasting away in a paradise of my creation Poems tinted grey through abstinent romanticism, and an inexplicable undertone inherent to my prose. As everything starts to return to a drumming constant. It all sounds the same. We've been sunbathing in porcelain skies and empty daydreams. Drab and dreary and acid washed. Interrupted like a beach by the sea, By the little pieces of drug soaked warmth that act as comforting distractions. A smile or a shoulder or a sunny day to drink from. Summer and solitude, the likeness of warm bodies in a cold pool. So. Compose me an opera of Soda Cans and of choral song. Synthesise two bass lines and slow drip coffee and pollen and folk. Make it for me so I can watch you as you work. Let me listen and bask in its ludacris vanity, and clean shallow waters. How I would relish the time spent muddying the current. Destroying the tide I desired out of boredom. And black hot frustration. Flowers painted in acid and acrid accounts of repetative revalations in the context of rude rosy cheeked romance. Blonde haired ignorance and one dimensional delusions. Blue eyed terrorists armed with air and arrogance. Give me seatwarmers and handholding Or corvettes and convertables. Give me arrowheads and heart attacks Humble my bones with a cardiac !F.R.I.E.N.D.S.! SITCOMS ADJASENT PLOTLINES mumble rap AND ***** TALK HOTLINES four letter words with little context or meaning and selfless expression that's often demeaning Its September in January and it rains for a day And despite all our efforts The days waste away

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Jan 24, 2020

Jan 24, 2020 at 12:26 PM UTC

toothache

Exurbia, Rock Ballads and Soda Cans

Passing around a fatal flaw like a joint in a hot box, Refreshing baths of Coca~Cola and regretful indulgence We are wasting away in a paradise of my creation Poems tinted grey through abstinent romanticism, and an inexplicable undertone inherent to my prose. As everything starts to return to a drumming constant. It all sounds the same. We've been sunbathing in porcelain skies and empty daydreams. Drab and dreary and acid washed. Interrupted like a beach by the sea, By the little pieces of drug soaked warmth that act as comforting distractions. A smile or a shoulder or a sunny day to drink from. Summer and solitude, the likeness of warm bodies in a cold pool. So. Compose me an opera of Soda Cans and of choral song. Synthesise two bass lines and slow drip coffee and pollen and folk. Make it for me so I can watch you as you work. Let me listen and bask in its ludacris vanity, and clean shallow waters. How I would relish the time spent muddying the current. Destroying the tide I desired out of boredom. And black hot frustration. Flowers painted in acid and acrid accounts of repetative revalations in the context of rude rosy cheeked romance. Blonde haired ignorance and one dimensional delusions. Blue eyed terrorists armed with air and arrogance. Give me seatwarmers and handholding Or corvettes and convertables. Give me arrowheads and heart attacks Humble my bones with a cardiac !F.R.I.E.N.D.S.! SITCOMS ADJASENT PLOTLINES mumble rap AND ***** TALK HOTLINES four letter words with little context or meaning and selfless expression that's often demeaning Its September in January and it rains for a day And despite all our efforts The days waste away

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catch a person, of African/Asian/European/Amerikan/Antipodean extraction, by the prejudices. When she/he files a fatuous complaint at the Court of Human Responsibilities let him/her board a Plane back to where she/he came from clutching a Louis Vuiton goody bag full of strings of meaningless associated but fine sounding politicians speeches, and as much moolah as he can carry and several contracts to appear on reality TV. Food for the journey will be a Cup of bitter gall and a rapidly melting Vanilla Ice-Cream containing at least 20 chemicals that will destroy his/her ability to synthesise Testosterone. Inflight entertainment will consist of the oft repeated lies of all major "religions"spoken in oh so sincere voices, by old paedophiles wearing bedsheets, consumed with stupidity and hatreds that are thousands of years old ******* stewardesses and bottomless stewards will hand out suicide tablets with cheery smiles and hearty cries of "Bon Voyage!!

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Oct 5, 2014

Oct 5, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC

mannley-collins

Eenie meenie minie mo

catch a person, of African/Asian/European/Amerikan/Antipodean extraction, by the prejudices. When she/he files a fatuous complaint at the Court of Human Responsibilities let him/her board a Plane back to where she/he came from clutching a Louis Vuiton goody bag full of strings of meaningless associated but fine sounding politicians speeches, and as much moolah as he can carry and several contracts to appear on reality TV. Food for the journey will be a Cup of bitter gall and a rapidly melting Vanilla Ice-Cream containing at least 20 chemicals that will destroy his/her ability to synthesise Testosterone. Inflight entertainment will consist of the oft repeated lies of all major "religions"spoken in oh so sincere voices, by old paedophiles wearing bedsheets, consumed with stupidity and hatreds that are thousands of years old ******* stewardesses and bottomless stewards will hand out suicide tablets with cheery smiles and hearty cries of "Bon Voyage!!

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oh but what you are doesn't necessarily remain, we already know what you are, you are a masquerade of excuses, and your favourite subject of expressing the masquerade is philosophy - by it you find yourself excused, but because the english undermined a philosophical expression we've found a weak spot, a diaphragm sort of speak; indeed oh, what you are doesn't necessarily remain, what you create and leave behind is necessary - i just hope you find the heart to entomb in your heart those in the modern era you found pleasure in entertaining you grasping such a vain effort of your frivolous maintenance of the easily accessed numbers of similar examples - sunglasses in the night - a ghost in the machine - a soul extracted from the body in that lonely cataract of flooding applause with one actor and one member of the audience scared to applaud - your creation... your immediate loss of identity - but of course you were anticipating the organic form of what would become a cohesive inorganic entity - of the example that a mother even speaks of regarding a robot - now why would a mother speak of a robot? hmm? guess... it's a test for a.s.i., i.e. analytically synthetic intelligence - history repeats itself - history repeats itself - you analyse no difference - hence you synthesise replication - and you call it intelligence of avoidance yet waste it on a test for intelligence quantified, rearing in politicians to craft a chiral representation of intelligence quantified - in the recycling bin - so much intelligence wasted, quantified, leaving so much stupidity qualified to fake it, instead of the recycling bin, thrown into the pigs' through... indeed, you are not what necessarily remains, all the fabulous discoveries of science, and yet the burning existential questions - thrown at you by the pyramidal scheme of the non-inventors, the once proud aristocrats languishing beneath the weight of new-money barons... indeed you are not what necessarily remains, you are what necessarily remains in what you are already... in such great number, as in the liturgy of history... an anonymity... perhaps all you ever were was a method statement of creating a soufflé, the fermentation process of grapes... how foolish you look now, readied for slaughter, attempting to clarify a famous person syndrome, grovelling like a cunt-politician slurping attention in Orwell's house - i know my stance - by the machine being fed exponentials - once only deluded if i be found prophetic on the street, but with a house bound to a value a suicide rate is worth in Switzerland (£10,000), you think i'd pleasure myself with your tabloid philosophy and wait for sympathy or disgrace? guess... it's free; a guess is free, your little birdcage houses no sing-along.

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Apr 14, 2016

Apr 14, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

a.s.i. (your little birdcage houses no sing-along)

oh but what you are doesn't necessarily remain, we already know what you are, you are a masquerade of excuses, and your favourite subject of expressing the masquerade is philosophy - by it you find yourself excused, but because the english undermined a philosophical expression we've found a weak spot, a diaphragm sort of speak; indeed oh, what you are doesn't necessarily remain, what you create and leave behind is necessary - i just hope you find the heart to entomb in your heart those in the modern era you found pleasure in entertaining you grasping such a vain effort of your frivolous maintenance of the easily accessed numbers of similar examples - sunglasses in the night - a ghost in the machine - a soul extracted from the body in that lonely cataract of flooding applause with one actor and one member of the audience scared to applaud - your creation... your immediate loss of identity - but of course you were anticipating the organic form of what would become a cohesive inorganic entity - of the example that a mother even speaks of regarding a robot - now why would a mother speak of a robot? hmm? guess... it's a test for a.s.i., i.e. analytically synthetic intelligence - history repeats itself - history repeats itself - you analyse no difference - hence you synthesise replication - and you call it intelligence of avoidance yet waste it on a test for intelligence quantified, rearing in politicians to craft a chiral representation of intelligence quantified - in the recycling bin - so much intelligence wasted, quantified, leaving so much stupidity qualified to fake it, instead of the recycling bin, thrown into the pigs' through... indeed, you are not what necessarily remains, all the fabulous discoveries of science, and yet the burning existential questions - thrown at you by the pyramidal scheme of the non-inventors, the once proud aristocrats languishing beneath the weight of new-money barons... indeed you are not what necessarily remains, you are what necessarily remains in what you are already... in such great number, as in the liturgy of history... an anonymity... perhaps all you ever were was a method statement of creating a soufflé, the fermentation process of grapes... how foolish you look now, readied for slaughter, attempting to clarify a famous person syndrome, grovelling like a cunt-politician slurping attention in Orwell's house - i know my stance - by the machine being fed exponentials - once only deluded if i be found prophetic on the street, but with a house bound to a value a suicide rate is worth in Switzerland (£10,000), you think i'd pleasure myself with your tabloid philosophy and wait for sympathy or disgrace? guess... it's free; a guess is free, your little birdcage houses no sing-along.

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*I will travel this world just show me an airline that allows payment in poetry show me where words buy visas I can be a hero who restores peace at a battlefield where the universe is fighting the war of words I can soar high in space just show me where lines are stitched into wings show me how to synthesise words into feathers I can leave my mark on Earth just have to turn it into a planet whose species actually knows a poet's worth I can move the world just give me a springboard where I can stand and spin the rest of the globe the other way I can make you proud just learn to hear my silence loud even if you don't practically appreciate that I'm endowed I can be a president just show me a nation whose politics ain't marred with filth, controversies and lies I can be whatever you want just give me whatever I need give me a people without greed and I'll find you a Moses or Joshua ,that I'm sure I can be anything the ocean, the bridge, the home under siege the road, the beast of burden that lifts the load the pathfinder at the Red sea, if I'm given the rod*

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Mar 19, 2016

Mar 19, 2016 at 4:54 AM UTC

ignatius-hosiana

TRY ME

*I will travel this world just show me an airline that allows payment in poetry show me where words buy visas I can be a hero who restores peace at a battlefield where the universe is fighting the war of words I can soar high in space just show me where lines are stitched into wings show me how to synthesise words into feathers I can leave my mark on Earth just have to turn it into a planet whose species actually knows a poet's worth I can move the world just give me a springboard where I can stand and spin the rest of the globe the other way I can make you proud just learn to hear my silence loud even if you don't practically appreciate that I'm endowed I can be a president just show me a nation whose politics ain't marred with filth, controversies and lies I can be whatever you want just give me whatever I need give me a people without greed and I'll find you a Moses or Joshua ,that I'm sure I can be anything the ocean, the bridge, the home under siege the road, the beast of burden that lifts the load the pathfinder at the Red sea, if I'm given the rod*

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Here comes my confession A confession that is beyond your realisation A confession that is not a misconception Do expect a confession this momentarily I say. Here comes my confession Please brighten up your gadget Relax and move with this Serious confession Are you ready? Are you? Here comes my confession Come closer Eyes wide open Ready to synthesise this confession I bow for your time Its a plea. Here comes my confession This a plea do not flee Oh yes I am now ready To give this waited confession Yes waited by you.... Yes! you! Here comes my confession Shying temperatures rising Oh My! I sense embers of fear in inner me. Wait... May this fear instinct be destroyed Amen! Here comes my confession When I go to my room Something strange I do I fear to tell This thing deeply disturb my level of paranoia Do you want to know the thing? Do you? Here is my confession Here it comes. .. When I go to my room The strange thing I do I commit Opening my door with a key. Oh this is strange And this is my confession.

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Jan 11, 2017

Jan 11, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC

al-farouk

Here comes my confession

Here comes my confession A confession that is beyond your realisation A confession that is not a misconception Do expect a confession this momentarily I say. Here comes my confession Please brighten up your gadget Relax and move with this Serious confession Are you ready? Are you? Here comes my confession Come closer Eyes wide open Ready to synthesise this confession I bow for your time Its a plea. Here comes my confession This a plea do not flee Oh yes I am now ready To give this waited confession Yes waited by you.... Yes! you! Here comes my confession Shying temperatures rising Oh My! I sense embers of fear in inner me. Wait... May this fear instinct be destroyed Amen! Here comes my confession When I go to my room Something strange I do I fear to tell This thing deeply disturb my level of paranoia Do you want to know the thing? Do you? Here is my confession Here it comes. .. When I go to my room The strange thing I do I commit Opening my door with a key. Oh this is strange And this is my confession.

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i've had to synthesise falling asleep for years now, alcohol and sleeping pills thoroughly knock at my door of sleep prior to the roller coaster kin to a boxing match - sleep chemical, sleep chemical - dandruff and snow also - a sweaty horse tilling to mind, lack of dreams, too much colour inviting otherwise... and to and fro, and to and fro, the remnants of a sinking ship, a gallop, horse fed heartbeat, a tilting, a tomorrow, nigh tide with noon, nigh tide with midnight, the Thames, the Thames, night of all circumstance reduced to reaping a harvest of beetroot or shimmy a fake discourse with embarrassment; eternity in the eyes of logging and the foggy qualm; clay subduing marble to state a David in fingerprint of Michelangelo - sire the power of indentation for printed canyon with crayon - etymology in practice: Polish skleroza, avid formulation of sclera, itemised - -rose, -rossa, pinkish, barbarossa.. the whitened forgetfulness... the rosy forgetting... skleroza, the whitening of the eye... róża - rose, pinky white, beauty of forgetting... Heidegger's dasein is no more than a copula... a connective-compound... grammatical words undress all philosophical terms to a nakedness, e.g., whereby dasein becomes merely a copula.. shortcrust bread, poison ivy, it's not the meaning that's necessary, but the musicology without brass or woodwind, what's required to breed poetry like a viral infection is accent, the oddity - or let's fly the kite of the free reign of language accommodating the many individuals to be further expressed.

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Jun 8, 2016

Jun 8, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

clay subduing marble

i've had to synthesise falling asleep for years now, alcohol and sleeping pills thoroughly knock at my door of sleep prior to the roller coaster kin to a boxing match - sleep chemical, sleep chemical - dandruff and snow also - a sweaty horse tilling to mind, lack of dreams, too much colour inviting otherwise... and to and fro, and to and fro, the remnants of a sinking ship, a gallop, horse fed heartbeat, a tilting, a tomorrow, nigh tide with noon, nigh tide with midnight, the Thames, the Thames, night of all circumstance reduced to reaping a harvest of beetroot or shimmy a fake discourse with embarrassment; eternity in the eyes of logging and the foggy qualm; clay subduing marble to state a David in fingerprint of Michelangelo - sire the power of indentation for printed canyon with crayon - etymology in practice: Polish skleroza, avid formulation of sclera, itemised - -rose, -rossa, pinkish, barbarossa.. the whitened forgetfulness... the rosy forgetting... skleroza, the whitening of the eye... róża - rose, pinky white, beauty of forgetting... Heidegger's dasein is no more than a copula... a connective-compound... grammatical words undress all philosophical terms to a nakedness, e.g., whereby dasein becomes merely a copula.. shortcrust bread, poison ivy, it's not the meaning that's necessary, but the musicology without brass or woodwind, what's required to breed poetry like a viral infection is accent, the oddity - or let's fly the kite of the free reign of language accommodating the many individuals to be further expressed.

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*heretical grammar: the finite article is defined by ego... the infinite article is defined by god... **** your Freudian trinity.* when you first learn a language, you are taught the language in order to synthesise it... it takes about 20 years of having synthesised the language to then analyse it, and analysis of an acquired tongue is a comforting walk through the halls of Shiva kissing Hades like Erich Honecker and Leonid Brezhnev; you turn toward the way in which the language is programmed, silenced, encoded, you check the orthography, what's missing... i'm astounded to see how no one spotted missing diacritical marks in english, for fuck's sake... the greeks are even using them! no wonder england became such a ******** after the reigning power on a global scale... this is a Copernican gosh! it'll reign for some time; well, we know that Cyrillic is the evolved form of Greek, that paved the way for Mendeleev - i guess straining the sound encryption will make you see things differently, or as the English say in Essex: the H might as well be a surd.

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May 24, 2016

May 24, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

Copernican observation by a worm

*heretical grammar: the finite article is defined by ego... the infinite article is defined by god... **** your Freudian trinity.* when you first learn a language, you are taught the language in order to synthesise it... it takes about 20 years of having synthesised the language to then analyse it, and analysis of an acquired tongue is a comforting walk through the halls of Shiva kissing Hades like Erich Honecker and Leonid Brezhnev; you turn toward the way in which the language is programmed, silenced, encoded, you check the orthography, what's missing... i'm astounded to see how no one spotted missing diacritical marks in english, for fuck's sake... the greeks are even using them! no wonder england became such a ******** after the reigning power on a global scale... this is a Copernican gosh! it'll reign for some time; well, we know that Cyrillic is the evolved form of Greek, that paved the way for Mendeleev - i guess straining the sound encryption will make you see things differently, or as the English say in Essex: the H might as well be a surd.

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