"thermodynamic" poems
She caught on to algebraic notation, as if,
she'd been born in the 64 square matrix,
whose precise logic spoke her mother tongue
They discussed, at length, the fianchetto formation ...
... how the defensive fortress of the castled King
was akin to the monarch's personal Masada
... how the power of the doubled Rooks and Queen
in the latent lance of Alekhine's Engine
gored the other position in thermodynamic dissipation
When he pointed out the cloaked irony of
Queen being strongest, but King paramount,
she shrugged, as if it were to be expected
Shaking hands, agreeing to the draw,
she smiled, joy precipitating from her face,
knowing there could be a world without losers
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
~
*First we close our eyes
Then we build a cloud
From the late heavy bombardment
A thermodynamic love, this
Like Chinese lanterns
In weightless ecstasy
Aloft from the surface of our sea of rains
--Marriage chords:
Thatness and thereness
Trust and remembrance
Learning to breathe without lungs
Learning to speak without words
It feels not so much like soaring through
Clouds as being made one with them*
~
Oct 20, 2023
Oct 20, 2023 at 10:11 AM UTC
Rain-clouds linger in cumulonimbus fascination where the cultural class-formation is shaped by abstract territoriality.
Pressure gradients of global awareness are impacted by the adiabatic process.
So, turn up the heat and chill in the waves of dialectical ontology.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
You, you are a
Thermodynamic
Buoyant
Force
******* like the
single-minded
Octopus
that takes and takes
Strong energy,
mild energy
Inhales the organically-grown
Petals
of all flowers, regardless
Good intentions.
that sure is nice
What humility,
Artificial
Plastic
Egotistical
Manufactured
Trademarked
Birthed
Regurgitated
and
too thoughtfully acted by
You.
But I see it.
You have
not landed.
The world needs your
footprint but
it does not need your self-indulged
hunger.
Be humble.
Your success is not
marked if
You are not humble.
Keep your tentacles
in your depths and
Be
Poised
Poised you seem to be and success is your process but
Humility is my truth.
We float on
neighboring clouds of
public service
that have not the same hue.
Take a step back.
I see you mean
No harm
like a dinosaur with no arms
Good intentions.
Take a step back.
You desire to envelop others yet
You do so
so
mindlessly
I see it.
Let your brain rest from the throne.
the world does not serve you
It serves nothing
and no one as
We are all lucky.
You say that you’re lucky
For all
to hear
just to endear
And that is the problem
My dear, be poised.
Publicize your life for
documentation?
No
Take a step back.
We need your
love
compassion
independence
ambition
Real
not fake.
Transform this and
Good intentions.
The world is not yours
You walk on its leaf
and repeated, recycled
identities
Take a step back.
The world is not yours.
Cameron Bell, Copyright © 2019
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 7:11 PM UTC
Plasmatic schematics
mold plastics
& filament
dangles in the doorway.
Grape fuit sweat,
enough to fill a
Basilisk flask,
stains my nostrils.
Thermodynamic hammocks
solved the energy crisis
between me
& her.
A golden silhouette
postulates in my doorway;
speaking in tongues
to her ****
She is the structure
of water.
The process
of a thought.
Gouge out my eye
&
hold it consciously
between those clammy palms .
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
our holy coronation
has fallen into the inkwell.
it splatters. it is primal.
it stains as it enters
to transcribe lines of
sapphic poetry. no one
is a lover alone. what is shelter
without a body receiving the
thermodynamic tendencies of
an atom dance?
the veins are etched in our lungs.
how unstable the collisions.
how sonic. how real
!
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
From the sixth floor on a Sunday
night you can see
the snake of green
lights switch to red, cars
jarred back a hundred
times stopped in tracks.
There is the jolt
when the robin's egg
cracks in my hands
that is the **** motion of waking
up from falling backwards. There
is the second hand, second
law of thermodynamic
arrow of time, the red
leaves want the earth
beneath them and sooner die
than go back up. There is sitting
cross-legged next to a jigsaw
waiting to see
why one can only wait
in one direction.
Of course, you can see
the traffic lights change
on other nights too,
but Sunday is the one I'm thinking of.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC
Righteousness of action
Assimilation despite protest
Gesticulating invalid points
Excommunication for beliefs
&
Hypercorrection to fit in
Accountableness and your actions
Thermodynamic reaction
Excuse me for a moment
Please forgive my descent in anger
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 3:40 PM UTC
In recent moments I long for a miracle, something so grand and awe inspiring.
Oft times I wonder how come the sky's so bright yet humans have lost themselves in an endless night? I have no fear, save for the fear of myself for I am the bone of my sword and the bane of my existence. I may not be a demon, but I gave myself a taste of hellfire. I long to feel that awe inspiring connection to another whom I have equal reasons to hate yet choose to love, she's close yet so far away. It's like a thermodynamic miracle... An event with odds so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I longed to observe such a thing, and now I have. I wonder, what drives me to you ? I gazed continually at the world and it dulled in my perspective. But you remained bright, how is it so ? That amongst the humans I so gleefully despise I found a life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg. I do not believe that existence is random, that it has no pattern save what we imagine. And after staring at it for so long. Perhaps life may have no meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world shaped by a vague metaphysical force and for a reason he lead me to you, against all odd Oxygen turned into gold.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
The weary vibrations expelled a name given to me by my mother. I heard the familar sound enunciated in contracting cords, summoned by the computational ***** fueled by the elemental product. Weve lost the way we made we started the program without knowing the coding.
Mimic the mirrors sulled parallels, ghostly and thermodynamic the willow doth grow and visions wilt with the snow, the seasons dictation inside of your voice, syllable sounds of a name
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
Sh-shivering.
Shh,
Quiet.
Sh-shivering
Cl-clattering
Of te-teeth.
Shhh.
Quiet.
Sh-shivering
And cl-clattering
Of te-teeth
That sink into flesh
And I sh-shiver
Wanting your hands
To trace across mine.
And my te-teeth
Cl-clatter
Softly,
While I sh-shiver
When your hands trace across me.
And I'm so c-cold
But you seem to be
The thermodynamic equilibrium
I've needed
For a really long time.
Sh-shivering
Turns to
Elongated vowels (among other things),
And I'm not so cold,
Anymore.
And I want my hands
Held in yours,
And I want to be held,
By you,
And I want your lips
On my lips
My neck
My forehead
My back.
I want to feel your breath
In the crook of my neck.
I don't like
The physicality of it all,
I never have.
Take away what it means,
It's a little gross.
But lyrically speaking,
Elongating my vowels
And going back to my shivering form,
Is quite eloquently the best way to express
What I can't seem to say right.
Love isn't right enough. It doesn't feel like it's quite enough.
So I sit here,
Sh-shivering
Trying to think
Of the best way to tell you,
That beyond cl-clattering teeth,
And qui-quivering knees,
And sh-shaking words
That there's something more to this that makes me believe in something,
And I don't know how to show you
Or tell you
That flying with you is
The best decision I allowed myself to
Fall headfirst into.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
I receive an average of 1 text per day.
It's usually a bill payment reminder.
I have no friends.
No, literally, none at all.
I'm on 3 dating websites,
sending 50 messages a day.
Zero replies.
I'm fit. Gym 7 days a week.
Well-groomed and clothed.
I've been called handsome.
None of that matters.
I can explain a
thermodynamic chemical equation to you.
And it'd still be easier than for me
to land a date.
I'm going to settle for a woman when I'm 40.
She'll be in her 30s, desperate to conceive.
We'll have some children but no interest in each other.
And that'll be the end of my romantic life.
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 3:30 AM UTC
THE SEVEN-SECOND GENERATION.
White plastic hanger, previously molten molecules, bleach additions and thermodynamic repercussions. I use the word thermodynamic because "chemical" has a falsely truther connotation to it. It hangs the shirt I choose to wear for tomorrow.
A hanger is a hanger is a grocery bag.
There were actions behind every reason—but not reason behind every action.
And you don't talk about it, but you think about it—because you don't want the whole world to realize that it's loneliness hidden in that shirt. You were only trying to tell yourself that maybe buttons on the other side was for the better.
I forgot which words to capitalize in a title so I took capitol on them all.
There was a world once, out there, somewhere, that cared for more than seven seconds. They hung up the power button, asked the tide to come closer, and walked until their hair was wet.
Kept going until water kissed water within lungs.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 11:23 PM UTC
Reality is an empty blank (?)
Expanding, quivering
With its unimaginable scale
in light-years!
Gradually quickening its cosmic throbbing
Peppered with everything that dies
Galaxies
Stars
Planets
People
Obeying a thermodynamic process --
That tyrant among physical laws!
From which nothing is exempt
Even you and I.
Thus, human vanity:
A cosmic joke that fades to nothingness
All aspirations, ambitions
******* by entropy
Quashed to oblivion
All is dust.
And yet, humans toil to fulfill
a delusion
Their hope lies in their work
Their progress, their successes
Salvation!
Still, the universe expands...
Uncaring, disinterested
cold
Not minding the plight
of the human microbe.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 9:59 PM UTC