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a.
i'm hooked on existence

b.
time is a river,
memory is a fountain

c.
what is intangible shall remain

d.
reality is relative

e.
A god's pupils were never so dilate

f.
wave/particle duality, eternal/infinite singularity

g.
arcadian theoxeny

h.
lost palindrome

i.
through venturous exploits, discovery awaits

j.
urban streetlamps' radiant bloom

k.
run for it,
feel it

l.
take me away

m.
contradiction is our benediction,
to acknowledge hypocrisy

n.
human difference engine

o.
"the strangest life I've ever known"

p.
interstellar weather: hear the void in november

q.
let's break perception

r.
sinful philanthropy

s.
sociality, society, what to make to it

t.
sly, sardonic, cynical and wicked

u.
neon euphoria;
we bring rapture unto the night

v.
breathe with me

w.
like a steam engine eats black diamonds are my pupils

x.
rainy daze in winter ecstasy

y.
acid cyclone on the horizon

z.
love, and ketamine
{[lower-case](subjective)}
1.
Shooting up with the metaphysics

2.
"All those moment will be lost in time
like tears in rain"

3.
"Wake up and smell the ashes"

4.
Our universe is holographic, the 'verse is intersubjective

5.
The eyecon watched the proceedings intently

6.
Temporal/Quantum, macrocosm/microcosm

7.
Enthralls Othrys

8.


9.
Consciousness and the molecule

10.
Dawn in the heart of the city

11.
Create and crave
and quest for gain

12.
"Follow the white rabbit"

13.
"Not all those who wander are lost"

14.
"The right man in the wrong place
can make all the difference in the world"

15.
Strive

16.
Music of the spheres

17.
Tear space and time

18.
Virtuous devilry

19.
Go beyond that sonder veil

20.
Narcissism's a *****

21.
Who ate Pandora's box

22.
Bathed in half-light

23.
And so "the Aeon Illuminate formed from the ashes"

24.
Lost in the gaze of fall liberty

25.
Shroom typhoon on distant shores

26.
Heaven is dark and the dark is warm
{[K3yp4d](Infinite)}
Juhlhaus Jan 16
Sipping the air of a city night
So heady in the cold
On the move under static lights
Little worlds about
To collide

Gravity frivolity
Draw broken hearts like earth bound stars
As the pull of every
Small storied point holds others back
From abysses beneath
Dark waters

Lone souls each
And all compose this metropolis
Joy is to be
Discovered in insignificance
Where together
We belong
Three poets walked into a bar. These are some thoughts that emerged.
ryn Dec 2014
It was those blue eyes, sparkling with words
I dreamt about reading but believed it impossible
Too beautiful to be seen with nuclear nerds
In my breakable beaker, you'd never be soluble.

A mismatched juxtaposition, atom for atom.
Even if I permutate, molecule by molecule.
We could never have struck stable equilibrium,
I could never escape the premise of ridicule.

Spent too much time postulating the unknown
Spent far too long balancing tricky equations
Head dug too deep to realise a factor that had grown
An external variable that had encroached with similar intentions.


My hand slipped from the scale when your finger touched my own
I forgot the words "controlled reaction", momentarily
Seeing goosebumps on your skin, and other bumps now shown
I gently pushed your wayward hair behind your ear, daringly

A moment frozen in the range of sub-zeroes
Dare I forgo the mandatory steps and arrive at a conclusion?
If I do I'd garner the title, "the nerdiest of all heroes!"
My "spidey-sense" failed me this time, and awarded me with a "fist-meet-face" reaction!

Happened in a blur, nanoseconds that sang in mock.
What was it that left me in a twirl?
Propped myself up to see the wrath of a crimson-faced ****.
All fists, no brains who yelled, "Hands off my girl!"


All this hilarious yet passionately painful hullabaloo
Let me drop the beaker of sodium in the zinc basin
Forgetting not to get it wet, the moment, clearly now unglued
When suddenly, "BOOM" it sounded like a pending cremation

Jocks, and nerds, and screaming cheerleaders
Hit the ground like a lunchtime scene from downtown Baghdad
And Blondie whispers in my ear, like a gypsy mind reader
"Maybe we should cool it, for I am in love with another lad"

Her words hit home and burned like The Lindenburg on fire
Amidst the fracas, cracked voice stammered to mask my bruised latent ego
"Nothing improper... Just an attempt to save your locks from the Bunsen burner
Science is my only love, just so you know"

Thanked God for my eyes and the need for correction lenses
Those thick convexes made it easy to not reveal
Steadied my frames and packed in hasty pretences
Accusing eyes followed as I exited the room with tears concealed...


Pieter Meyer
**ryn
You may have read this before as it is a repost of my collaboration with the witty and incredible Pieter Meyer. He seemed to have gone missing, along with the poem. So here it is... Hope you enjoy it
Dimension.
Energy rhythm (Neural Oscillation [frequency/FPS])

Entheogenesis
Epsilon wave ([>0.5Hz])

Horizon Cyclica
Delta wave (0.5-2[0.1-4]Hz)

Entheon.
Theta wave ([4-7Hz])

Intracommuneon Macro.
Alpha wave ([7.5-12.5Hz])

Empathion.
Mu wave (9-12[7.5-12.5]Hz)

Logike/Vigilaeon.
Low Beta wave ([12.5-16Hz])

Inhibitus Micro.
Sensorimotor rhythm (SMR[13-15Hz])

Vigilaeon/Stimulatus Minor.
Beta wave ([16.5-20Hz])

Entactus Major.
High Beta wave ([20.5-28Hz])

Apotheon.
Gamma wave (40[32-100]Hz)

Apotheotelos.
Hyper-Gamma wave (Unproven[100-200]Hz)

Entheos.
Lambda wave (Unknown[<200Hz])
{[Ph]Y[sicall]-Theory}
How does music posit itself,
Beautiful, sublime?

What of the listener, attentive,
An aesthetic individual?

How does pulse, pitch and timbre affect us?
What colors a melody?
Why should such arrangements please us?
How is language used to cast judgement,
Determinations, reflections?

What of the user, signator,
A logical individual?

How does lyric evoke qualities that differ?
What contributes to meaning?
Why should words grant us such freedom?
Matterhorn Nov 2018
Graphite looks nice in the light,
Like stars in a pitch black night,
Words popping like popcorn...

I’m torn;
Why do the girls over there laugh at me?
Am I like some comedy act—but free?
Perhaps it’s my face
Or the way I like to trace
These words on this table,
These little meaningless fables
Flowing straight from my mind,
Only to be left behind
On this starry night sky,
Installed by some guy
That nobody knows
Or remembers when he goes...
© Ethan M. Pfahning 2018
S Bharat Apr 8
The Peak of Success

The reason
My professor loved me
So much,
I thought there was
Something to be known.
When I asked him
To give its account,
He smiled and
Had something nice
To be shown.
He opened his diary then,
Some lines he sought.
Once you'd opined,
he said then,
It was the great thought
On the peak of success
(in your mind).
He continued his talk
And told the rest,
It shouldn't be having
The tip and cliff
Or that of the Everest.
A question you'd raised,
What if it is
The Table Mountain
And its land?
You meant, its crest,
Where everyone
Could stand.

S. Bharat
Alyssa Underwood Dec 2015
Feasting table under a shading tree
Swaddling robe that warmly cleans
Mirror beautifying while it reflects
Sword that pierces yet never rejects
Light penetrating the blackest hole
Water filling and healing the soul
~~~

"For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of Him to whom we must give account.

"Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has ascended into heaven, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet he did not sin. Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need."

~ Hebrews 4:12-16

~~~
King Panda Dec 2017
the sun prowls around
its rocky master

and you
a shadow in its breath

your eyes closed
your hair blowing
like a brushfire
bleeding oolong

the brazen claps of
sunlight thunder
down upon your shoulders

a freckle appears

then another

then another

your sea of blank skin
now crushed
tiny islands
cooling you in
sun-drenched picture
As I get inside the restaurant

With my one and only

Looking stunning

In our matching outfit

Heading straight

To sit at an organised lovely

Table for two embellished with roses.

we are ready to dine together!

in love and peace.

Waiter! As I raise my hand

Can we have our menus?
Love reigns
hearts in jubilation
CK Baker Jan 2017
Thank you ~
for a life not to trade
blessings, in spades
tight spaces
behind laundry doors
packed closets
and open drawers
gator tails, tarnished brass
cracks in kitchen sliding glass
wet towels, withering plants
foundation filled
with carpenter ants
buckets piled with
shoes and tags
village clothes
and saddlebags
peeling paint
and broken walls
****** seats
in bathroom stalls
clogged pantry
frigid rooms
table scribe
and carbon fumes
comfort capsules
empty tanks
broken limbs
from children’s pranks
**** finger
double tongue
long goodbyes
and sidewalk dung
cluster flies
chavie’ clique
accompanying
the hypocrite
cracked back
and hidden smiles
chalk on board
with mr miles
atomic wedgies
closing doors
wrotten eggs
and open sores
jaw jack
nasty folk
dinner calls
for pig in poke
penny pinchers
double dip
yellow mouth
and silver tip
brown nosers
thick red tape
paper cuts
and pimple nape
gallivants
so out of norm
the joy of life
in basic form
Katie Miller Apr 25
You are a boy of metal
One who doesn't recognize his own value
Precious metals all the same
Their sum only equals your eyes
And neglects the rest of everything you are
Pure silver ringed along your pupils
And gold dancing across the edges
Gallium words melt my heart
This periodic table of you
Guess you could say this boy and I have some... chemistry......
Kieran Messer Apr 23
Her hair is dyed green,
But my mind doesn't say
"Go."
Sebastian Macias Jan 2018
It's a dark ominous night
The cards are dealt
My hands do not shake
There's a storm coming
And we are too close to sail away
I've plenty to drink
and I am insides out
There's fear to my right
Whiskey to my left
And my past deal 'em out
Our horns are up tonight
Your move, darlin'
MalakF Jul 2018
I have no reason to be sad.
I have food on my table,
I live in a luxurious stable,
I’m not disabled nor financially unstable.
Everything I want, I had.
So please explain to me how I went all bad?
Alyssa Underwood Jul 2016
Can it love you like God loves you, with a love that is better than life?
Can it connect you to eternal beauty? Can it save you? Can it redeem you? 
Can it lift you out of the miry pit? Can it make you clean enough to finally feel acceptable?

Can it delight your soul to the core? Can it take your breath away with its faithfulness to you? Can it paint both sunrise and sunset across the sky to beckon your attention? Can it cause the breeze to blow and gently caress your cheeks? Can it send hummingbirds and wildflowers across your path to romance your heart? Can it parade before you the starry host and call them each by name?

Can it probe you to the depths and fill you with itself?
Can it rush to your aid riding on the wings of the wind?
Can it satisfy your hunger and thirst with bountiful things?
Can it give to you feet like a deer that you might dance upon the heights?
Can it arrange every detail of your life to draw you and drive you to itself?
Can it pursue you with all the resources of the universe?
Can it know you through and through and still desire you?

Can it raise you up and seat you in the heavenly realms and bless you with every spiritual blessing? Can it supply your every need out of its glorious riches? Can its grace be sufficient for you and its mercy help you in your greatest temptation? Can it pour overflowing comfort into you through all of your troubles? Can it reach down to draw you out of deep waters? Can it set you on an unshakable foundation? Can it bound across the mountains to come to your rescue? Can it make you lie down in green pastures and lead you beside still waters?
Can it walk with you through the darkest wilderness and never leave you or forsake you? Can it carry you when you are weak or have fallen? Can it let you rest between its shoulders when you are weary or burdened?

Can it escort you to heaven’s banqueting table
and spread its banner of love over you?
Can it hide you in the shelter of its wing?
Can it be your daily portion and immerse you in the boundlessness of itself?
Can it clothe you in robes of righteousness and garments of salvation? 
Can it give to you praise in exchange for mourning?
Can it bestow on you a crown of beauty for ashes?
Can it turn your wailing into dancing?
Can it flood you with peace like a river?
Can it fill your heart with joy in the worst of afflictions?
Can it know the way to lead you home?
Can it refine you in its fire and bring you forth as gold? 
Can it capture you fully even as it sets you fully free?

Can it ever truly be your Everything?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VeKgfUGtcI0
laura Aug 2018
August burned quickly, incipient nostalgia
prematurely vanished, mellow and gentle
sea stone on the tiled table, cedar plank
with fish, sunset through the eye-slit window

thigh high in life and riding wherever life
takes me like a hopeless romantic
shout out to ang for lighting literally every poem of mine up

edit: Daily #2 babyyyyyy
Cindy Long Sep 2018
When I first moved in  I admit it was quite exciting; the way id dance from room to room.
I was young and naïve, believing that I finally was needed. Is that the word, needed, I dont know.
Anyway, it didn't last long. I do remember it was a Thursday and I had found my way into the living room. I stood by the tv when she walked in.
She wore a thin, see through top and shiny metallic leggings and he laid her on top of this fur carpet and pet her til her makeup was smeared.
Right in front of me. Like, like I didn't matter at all. Like I wasn't even there.
It broke my heart.
She wasn't the first but, at least they got past the living room. I tell myself that makes it better.
I guess, I'm just numb to it now. Every now and then on holidays he will pull me to the couch with him and let me hold his beer while he watches football but I think that's only because there's people there. You know, gotta keep appearances.
I find myself wondering sometimes if it's bc I'm too small. Too skinny. I got knobby knees. I got a plain face. I got a few scuffs and scars. Something, something about me is wrong. I mean, there has be something that he finds off putting to not...not want me anymore...
Why do I stay? Bc I love him. He needs me. One day he'll see. He'll see I'm not just an accent table.
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