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"temporally" poems
The black hole’s emanations attempted to fill the gap in galactic  infiniteness as all spiraled down to its new beginnings while residual harmonic vibrations honed the forms of its becoming . The insect’s hum buzzed harmoniously almost melodiously in  syncopated integrated vibrations as it flew across the room , out the door and into the night sky . The ship’s deck rolled and pitched as hurricane weather smashed and  shattered its empty hull against the wooden dock . The blazing core of the comet streaked across the sky as it decomposed  in the atmosphere and extinguished its self in the ocean . The blazing light of innumerable suns chaotic radioactive glair was almost audible like sounds of distant campfires as the last bits of wood crackled into embers beneath the starry sky .
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
Temporally Transitive
Morning newspaper Greets you with a smile “Thank you paperboy” Swallowing tablets At the sunny ball Watching the faces Shape shift into rabbits Morphing Into who knows what Feel like Alice Explosions of color And grandeur Overwhelming voices Lead the game “I am God” shouted They laugh eternally Though it’s only Temporally And clouds devour The yellow sun Raindrop suicide With their mile high jump Tambourine and guitar And the dancing So much dancing That summer is lost Among the headbands And shirtless kids A blur A blur But what a swell time!
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC
The Paper Experiment
I have quite a simple request, I believe I just seek the slightest of reassurance With the smallest amount of attention that could be given I do not desire much Not temporally, not monetarily I simply wish for the bare minimum The very smallest amount I would be more than willing for it I would take the smallest amount of attention A mere decimal of your precious time I wouldn't complain I wouldn't argue I wouldn't do anything beyond show gratitude.... It is clear that the bare minimum is simply too much to ask So why won't you just tell me this? Why do you promise "always" When the actions yield a "sometimes" Why do you dream of mountains but stay on the molehills? Why do you act as though your world is coming to an end, when it has only just begun? Why do you hide away in your abode, cooped up with your electronic plaything The stupid, minuscule electric computers That are running our lives, and our communication skills into the ground And why do you tell me to trust what cannot be trusted? Why do you forgo honesty; because you Wish not to hurt my feelings? The disconnect hurts much more than any truth ever could
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Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
The Disconnect
~a unconscious commissioned poem~ <> La Lumière est une Dame d'honneur advantage Frenchies, everything sounds better in their language, we readily concede we make do with those tongues whose fluidity clothes & coats, those,  we are best at confessing in first light this morning was emasculated, in thickened first fog, eerie, discomforting, but yet, mine alone to utilize, and make discomfiture into a poem of coffee and cream, stirring within, colored dreams Lady Light finally arrives, descending on a staircase from heaven, radiating all with patience, the animals all, proclaiming in a thousand tongues, their thanks, their love, for everything breathing understand best she is the source of creation, reanimation, and a sharing, unsparing, birth mother to animate and inanimate, and the death father to all we & us, guide to our ultimate end the waiting is most interesting, for indeed, there is honor within, as I compose, the sunrises to the precise angle to bar my vision, power to blind and enlighten, how can this be, but it is so, my bones warmed, suggest I do not complain, accepting with no exception for this is the power source to us all, and humility is the key to acceptance & understanding is this poem, is this the missive, me~my, intended, to write, know not, for the words leech from my skin, in format uncolored, uncontrolled by mine minuscule impoverished compost of senses, morals and my compote of cells that are products of a thousand prior generations morphed into a mess of me, as of yet, purpose hidden, undisclosed, perhaps my reasoning is unseasoned, my presumption of purpose, is just a fool’s ridiculousness Lady Light smiles kindly on my rambunctious ilreasoning, for I just one of billions come, gone, and rebirthed in chains of endless possibilities, two words permanently paired, conjoined, and though the light has now risen to heights to totally absolve my sight, can no longer track what is being written, accepting my temporally blindness with grace, even with solace, and-bid you adieu, adieu, (bye~bye) so musically, until relief will honor me with its presents… and I can contemplate my foolishness once more… and the letting… of the *Lady’s light of honor illuminating (even me)* <> commissioned by Pradip 7:35 am in the sunroom where the intersection of all light illuminates all kinds <> music: To Try for the Sun, Song by Donovan Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In by Fifth Dimesion
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Aug 5, 2024
Aug 5, 2024 at 7:52 AM UTC
The Light is a Lady-in-Waiting (La Lumière est une Dame d'honneur)
~a unconscious commissioned poem~ <> La Lumière est une Dame d'honneur advantage Frenchies, everything sounds better in their language, we readily concede we make do with those tongues whose fluidity clothes & coats, those,  we are best at confessing in first light this morning was emasculated, in thickened first fog, eerie, discomforting, but yet, mine alone to utilize, and make discomfiture into a poem of coffee and cream, stirring within, colored dreams Lady Light finally arrives, descending on a staircase from heaven, radiating all with patience, the animals all, proclaiming in a thousand tongues, their thanks, their love, for everything breathing understand best she is the source of creation, reanimation, and a sharing, unsparing, birth mother to animate and inanimate, and the death father to all we & us, guide to our ultimate end the waiting is most interesting, for indeed, there is honor within, as I compose, the sunrises to the precise angle to bar my vision, power to blind and enlighten, how can this be, but it is so, my bones warmed, suggest I do not complain, accepting with no exception for this is the power source to us all, and humility is the key to acceptance & understanding is this poem, is this the missive, me~my, intended, to write, know not, for the words leech from my skin, in format uncolored, uncontrolled by mine minuscule impoverished compost of senses, morals and my compote of cells that are products of a thousand prior generations morphed into a mess of me, as of yet, purpose hidden, undisclosed, perhaps my reasoning is unseasoned, my presumption of purpose, is just a fool’s ridiculousness Lady Light smiles kindly on my rambunctious ilreasoning, for I just one of billions come, gone, and rebirthed in chains of endless possibilities, two words permanently paired, conjoined, and though the light has now risen to heights to totally absolve my sight, can no longer track what is being written, accepting my temporally blindness with grace, even with solace, and-bid you adieu, adieu, (bye~bye) so musically, until relief will honor me with its presents… and I can contemplate my foolishness once more… and the letting… of the *Lady’s light of honor illuminating (even me)* <> commissioned by Pradip 7:35 am in the sunroom where the intersection of all light illuminates all kinds <> music: To Try for the Sun, Song by Donovan Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In by Fifth Dimesion
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Now when I think of Hayley it gives me that vision of my future nearly three years since we first met never did we realize how deep our love and commitment with her I am content. Together we have a truly special love being friends for so long but realizing our interests matched drew us ever closer always there by my side for support my heart firmly caught. Temporally apart we are getting engaged a ring on your finger will place on a warm sunny beach our love to seal a dancer beautiful and kind working so hard to achieve the dream to be a ballerina supreme. Our special song I Will Always Love you and forever I will be true. The Foureyed Poet.
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
Hayley And Me
Another Sunny Day Enough to temporally chase the blues away Another Sunny Day I wish it could just stay that way Another Sunny day to warm my body while I am ill Another Sunny day seems to be all too quickly replaced in time with a seasons change and a winter's chill
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
Sunny Day
You taste good from my first sip You drip on my lip you are pleasing to the tongue You give me the energy of the young, at least temporally You are fun to drink, whether hot or iced you are very nice I have tried other blends, but I keep coming back to you like a faithful friend May my attachment to you, never end; you are for me the perfect blend. You are my French Vanilla
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
French Vanillia
unbeknownst to me, it was here staring me in the face our eyes, locked intertwined views a static gaze the face of one suddenly without warning my heart sank eyes flutter lungs emptied of air unable to catch my breath unwilling to speak blinded by the sight of it all all is him i fidget he wrinkles we smile are such smirks out of fear or purely of relief here we are together at last yet we still long for something more unsure if it is even attainable we strive to achieve our hearts bleed our souls stretch like pinched skin rubber or flesh we dance rather stumble about drunk on a love high on each other is this really it despite my desire to temporally transgress to seek truths we must remain in our current state the fast forward button is broken wait maybe this is actually repeat although it could possibly be shuffled i would not dare rewind although the desire to pause is often present all that's left is anticipatory anxiety and dreams and you and me perfection? perhaps purity? oh please persuasion? plenty poetry? positively i cannot wait to see what happens next. one thing is for certain good bad happy sad this is the forever mix only one question still remains are you the dj or the turn table
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Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
misery's end
ever since that brightest of lights birthed the universe and all that it holds our particles have been striving through all that is known of space and time through countless changes of form and matter through our unknown infinities amidst the infinites known through beliefs and disbeliefs uncertainties and doubts falling continuously in the path of our orbits endlessly we will travail entrained to reunite with our eternal partner separated only temporally impeded by the superlunary seemingly fated from beyond the gravity of this mystic tie binds all sempiternally and we will be found one in the other
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Nov 26, 2023
Nov 26, 2023 at 5:25 PM UTC
one in the other
Sometimes I lay here quietly. In and out of consciousness. I listen to the sounds I hear purely. Nothing to taint the senses. When I discovered the howls of the wind and the birds that sing in the sunrise, it evoked me of my childhood.   Filled with nonsense and beauty. Reminding me of everything I've sacrificed. Kindling me temporally. Just enough to keep me alive. Reminding me of what I've sacrificed.
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 11:56 AM UTC
Sacrifice
Color me green, red or orange I am only temporally chained I am not bound to one spectrum Color me life and light I have breathed a thousand breaths and still, I long to see tomorrow's sun color me death and decay though I fall, you will see me again come spring, my smile will bloom for a season
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
Temporal (For Joe Cole)
I have called many places home, Not ever staying long before I have Moved on. my roots never left taking Root, these place just a temporally Place never really a home. I met people not really friend but we Always got on, then my roots would Up lift and then take root not to deep For this place may not yet water my Roots for me to stay very long. I then found you, then a little longer I Stayed, then as time moved on my roots Dug in deeper as this slowly felt like home. I  have now spread my branches out, my Roots now deep in this place now where I rest this is my home. I will stay here My roots now grow, I have moved so much But now I am not alone, as this is the place I rest my weary feet and call it home.
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
A Place To call Home
I made her, I made her fall for me Likewise, I fed her with my poisoners words likewise, she chew them; swallowed them They diffused all over her body and soul My vows driven her lunatic, further so, she fell in love She fell in love with me She frenetically fallen for me That's my drug, I poisoned her I made her fall for me, Further so, I'm momentarily confused She's daft in idolatry with me As a matter of fact I'm momentarily confused I shouldn't have made her I was temporally, Further so, I lied.
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC
How do I tell her
Sometimes, my son, I just want to be numb; I want to wake to bird song and fresh morning air, not human voice, not the distant traffic's hum. Sometimes, my son, I want the numbness to envelope me, to swallow me whole, to keep out the hurt and pain, the breaking up of heart and ache of head, pretending you're not dead. The numbness, my son, how it seems to put things in perspective, allows the past to dissolve into a vague series of images, hoping to be lost, forgetting the cost. Sometimes, Ole, I want to be numb, need the feelings to go, the pain to ease, the last words to freeze. Only the drugged sleep aids, my son, only the dreamless sleep like sister death, helps me for a few hours to unwind the inner clock's wound up spring. Sometimes, my son, the drugs don't work, the pain remains, and I don't want the drink to take hold again to numb the pain. Sometimes, my son, I just want a numbness to ease, the words be temporally forgotten, the visions seen, packed away for another day, when I feel stronger, when the loss of you, hurts less(if ever), and the night to day questions come less or do so no longer. Some days, my son, I just want to be numb.
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC
SOME TIMES MY SON.
Blood in the blue, a direct proclamation of fate, guided like an arrow, an actor, or oneself- a mere impulse-desire in the velvet ruins of eternity. Temporally displaced, The hidden moment of a lifetime’s innocent desire to become nothing more than this, that is here, a dream working on the edge of town, an elephants delight, a signal flare on a dark sea nesting quietly underneath an endless, black sky.
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Aug 28, 2023
Aug 28, 2023 at 8:47 PM UTC
8.28.23
After exploring Many alternate routes With an ambitions to alleviate All my existential doubts The questions in the deeper depths Beyond the endless spans... I'm afraid it appears We've all been tricked Or somehow even ****** To a state of uncertainties Where we temporally survive And think the distant darkness That by some chance we're still alive....
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
EXISTENTIAL DOUBTS
I GET THIS CURIOUS FEELING WHEN I REMINISCENCE ABOUT YOU, AS IF YOU WERE GOOD ACQUAINTANCE WHO HAD LEFT NOT TOO LONG AGO, MANY TIMES I’LL SIT AND FIND MYSELF WAITING FOR YOUR RETURN, SO YOU’LL TELL ME ABOUT THE KNOWLEDGE THAT YOU'VE LEARNED FROM YOUR TRAVELS, THEN I REMEMBER THAT YOU AND I HAD BEEN APART FOR QUITE SOME TIME, AND THAT OUR DEPARTURE HAD NOT BEEN A SWEET SORROW, I FACE THE REALITY THAT YOU HAVE NO INTENTION OF RETURNING, YOU WERE NOT AN ACQUAINTANCE AT ALL, JUST A TRAVELER WHO I TEMPORALLY KNEW, THEN DECIDED TO EXPLORE ELSEWHERE.
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:46 AM UTC
JULY 17 2013
clinging to only that which we can remember only the imprint of something too bright that has been stared at for too long we bump fleshes we meld corpses the mixing of secretions until i end up covered in yours i am not sure you see me anymore but it pains me little for i am not sure i see you either like a well worn fidget, a subconscious pull of the lobe or the twirl of a piercing, or perhaps more like your instinctual grab at the farthest recesses of your fridge upon coming home positively toasted through liquor soaked lenses i aimlessly ***** at the past while sober me of tomorrow awakes with nothing but the echo of something within temporally filling the void between lips and ****** the void of my gut of my heart but a throbbing shadow remains
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Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 3:07 PM UTC
A Throbbing Shadow
I wish I could put all my wrongs to right Then I might get a little wink at night But that would take twenty thousand lives I've only one to live and no desire to take more just existing for the people that believe in me Breathing for the little girl that see's and receives what's true in me Call me selfish Call me a shame I wouldn't take one single word your saying in vain I know what I've done and I know what can't be undone I'm not bad I'm not evil I'm an unstoppable force of the "people" And if I'm not im unique so not equal Not purposely but natural selection That I can look in a mirror and not see a human reflection I've longed to see I've longed to be Well just normality But only to temporally stay a part of me For I'll never feel whole or content or have an easy taken breath Always on edge never to rest Thinking of how to live this world best
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
Haunted by myself