"tilde" poems
Beams of light explode over the soft sand,
i can feel the warmth on my face as i sit on the beach,
sinking softly into natures warm bed.
The light seems to turn everything it touches
into a glowing ball of light,
as if god himself is smiling down at the dawn of a new day.
The beach is deserted apart from a few seagulls
that seem to share this enlightened appreciation.
I grab my board and walk slowly towards the sand,
my feet sinking into the grains,
feeling the consistency change as the water laps at my ankles.
My wetsuit keeps me surprisingly warm
as the cold water rises slowly, and i close my eyes,
holding my board under one arm.
I smell the salt, the fresh air, this is what beauty is.
I wander in, losing myself in this new environment.
I duck quickly underwater wetting my hair and face,
floating weightlessly in the water for a second,
before rising, feeling fresh as i grab my floating board and straddle it.
Leaning forward, i can seeing fish scatter
as the first wave washes over me
like a tilde wave of emotions and stress,
i wipe the slate clean,
i am the tabula rasa and this is a new day.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
Imagine good enough for once
and all we do may do good.
Corny, Provencial, San Juaquin,
come waltz with me,
my tilde, leave us oll rrroling rrs
all ye all ye outs in free, we are only one century
out of tune.
And we found a rready wrrited rreason to say
a used key is always bright.
Freedom of the press, is an abstraction frrom
freedom, per se, being in need of rights,
authoritatively apprrius osity curio
those be noise, not functing scipots, bags of wind.
we are the words that fit the pattern to the card,
for Mon Jacquard, once a soldier,
trained in close order drill,
a thread from there,
gives us software. The fruit of the sci sent to
Mon Jacquard,
words taught his fingers to fight.
There is a right fight.
It is nobody's war. Nobody fights it for you.
Come, let us imagine making peace in a cup,
until it spills,
and coats the world like Sherrwinn Williams.
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 3:44 PM UTC
tenet fingers could ed braille,
hard-skinned fingers
could read nothing,
but morse-braille...
and then there's stenography...
why o why
is the diacritical tilde
( ~ )
used to vacate either m,
or the rattle-snake, trilling,
rolling implosion of the shape of R?
sure, b as 6... p as a copernican
north-by-north-west d...
P as chiral narcissus 9...
A as lambda (Λ)
and suma summarum:
a return to Phoenician
jurisprudence and lament...
or rather lamed, subtle variations
circa 90°...
E, I, K, V...
how much of injustice
is grounded upon the "logic"
of stenography...
which could introduce
tilde to replace either M, or R...
thus said...
compared to braille,
and the simplified braille via morse
encapsulation? stenography
is cuneiform by comparison,
what's the point of shorthand,
when certain cases are delayed,
and delayed...
and 20 years later on deathrow,
enough time to see Johnny Cash
die of old age... and still waiting...
needless to say,
braille combined with morse
makes more sense than
stenography...
almost as if...
you're begging to see a man
possessing a chronology of
20 years of sight,
attempting to discourage
braille writers from owning
punctuation marks, instead,
focusing on spacing...
of man's notion of serving
justice... culminating in the nonsense
of stenography...
with either M or R,
marked by a tilde...
should a blindman write
in braille... what the stenographer
writes in resurrected Phoenician...
as quickly as...
a death sentence becomes
a liberty,
for poor Xavier...
than the upper tier of
zoology, lodged in a life
measured by: x cubed...
man has another name
for passing law...
namely... imbedding itself in delay...
once a life, reduced to the frivolity
of micro-aggression,
culminating in, waiting for a bus,
five minutes late...
that death that sloth
that slouch, that... ******
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
If there was a tilde wave and you had a surfboard, I still think you would die.
And if you didn't die you would sail past bodies and ******* and weird things like vacuum hoses and cafe menus would float by, and I think that would make you feel sick.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC
mind you, ancient egypt has infiltrated modern languge with the digital age... whatever you want to call them, acronyms or emoticons or emoji... whatever... they're the same as ancient egyptian hieroglyphs to me... please tell me that :) isn't a modern hieroglyph; sometimes i'm really & desperately searching for a modern rosetta stone.
trying to introduce diacritical marks
to english is probably
as hard as trying to push a whale
through a man's ****
(camel & the needle counter)
saying that,
introducing the german
ß into english?
two words: systematisation vs.
systemize
so much shorter when
the grapheme (ß) is used
in either example...
trickier when you look
at the devolved trill of the R
in both hark (french)
and anaesthetic numb (english),
sure, the former goes well
with the cigarettes,
and the latter?
general apathy
of the british public...
apathy, hidden emotion,
acting, a numbing experience
with regards to a hope for trust.
saying that, i have found not
diacritical application onto
the R... unlike the spanish N (tilde)...
i had to go to russia,
and find something
that might resemble
a diacritical mark, indicating
a requirement of trill...
i came back, successfully...
indicator of a trill in R?
яobot.... яow...
яed...
the english are like the japanese,
although the japanese
pronounce:
R = L
while the english pronounce:
R ≈ W...
(e.g. row and w'ohw)^
obviously the latter example
is more subtle than the former
example... as noted by
the conjunction sign,
why я to imply a trill?
|/ Я
O
R
rotation
and then, invoking a mirror ( |/ ),
for the chiral representation.
^ i'm not learning the silly linguistic
alphabet... the americans already
simplified it, by using "the left hand of god",
(yes, hebrew is written from right
to left, which makes it easier
for someone who's left handed) -
how? the H...
look at these two linguistic notations
hope, the english /həʊp/
and the american [hohp]...
i'm not learning this silly notation system:
an area of study, conjured out
of thin-air,
or, given examples
such as ə ʊ
in terms of copernicus?
would that be grammacentric?
or homocentric?
comparatively?
grammacentric = heliocentric
(that life revolves around words) -
or?
homocentric = geocentric
(that words revolve around life)...
right about now, the two seem
hardly distinguishable...
well... at least a galileo
wouldn't have to worry about
a vatican censorship...
since in this dimension,
the "vatican" is mob rule...
or as i like to call it:
a crowd of klein führers.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
The art of the
"FAKE" deal (according
to Walt Dizzy Take a Knee Sing
Matt Tilde) once again
as oft iterated in previous poems,
doth (soup pearly, theoretically,
and wantonly) appertain
to anyone (abstractedly, essentially,
and loosely translated), aye ascertain
ptomaine anyone can attain
driving a hard bargain,
(sans basement prices)
utilizing her/his birdbrain,
(which might be about the size
of a child size chill blain -
mebbe acquired during
weather beaten life
at sea as boatswain),
nonetheless for results,
one best ought
be without a brain
even if promoted as Captain Cain
Guru, cuz to become
star apprentice,
one must master
trumpeting as a certain
Don Casanova Chieftain
stealing the vote if necessary
and freely distribute *******
(as an ****** of the masses)
to silence anyone
that might complain,
thus sets the
figurative stage to contain
any potentially mutinous threat
(against sought after bounty)
also necessitates practicing
nepotism assigning coxswain
to an immediate family member
with a skull full
bone if eyed crackbrain
and when upon
wheeling and dealing
i.e. thee metaphorical curtain
call - pull out
all stops to detain
vendor even exhibiting
faux ("FAKE) disdain
for deplorable basket weavers
iterated by domain holder
ye wish to acquire
sought after envied goodies,
oh...and do
everything to drain
the patience of ***** who
controls coveted *****
calling for trotting
out "Stormy
Daniels" to entertain
and continue ploy long after
hated yuge, bigly, stupid losers
winning morons with
zero wind blown naturally
"FAKE" orange blond
wind blown hairm,
which constant induces
onlookers with eyestrain.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
What time are you thinking?
A time? Is that where it all starts? I’ll go with; midday. Does that work for you?
IT ALWAYS WORKS
Just as pliant as his physical form; bending in all directions; jumping from stair to star; his studies, relationship with time; offered the same natural ease.
He wanted to study equanimity in a way that hadn’t been brought into the scientific world; just yet. The physical structures were worked through BY his hands and mind. Why would this be any different?
Complexity
Chemical
Physiological
Developmental
Evolutionary
Consolidating abstractions into bite sized bits. We took the ocean together in our palms.
HE GAVE IT AWAY TO EVERYONE HE MET
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 12:55 PM UTC