"trickier" poems
Will I find you
in the shadows
looking over me
Will there be you
or it is just the continuation
of recurring hallucination.
It is getting trickier
to place you between
the imaginary and real you
both out to mess around me
your madness is catching me
the shady creature
filling my head space.
Manipulative ways
simply tracking my businesses
connecting into the web
stalking at all time
triggering an all kind
paranoia.
Invading in was easy
but the red light is on
between the scenes
the mask flew away
true colours will come out.
Holes in your plans
aren't as visible to you
the green figures
through the night vision
has come to play too
this exposure to the truth
keeps me sane
you got a new player
in this game.
I am counting the days
waiting for you in the shadows
to watch you
fall into your traps.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
A brother with a cute little lisp,
Or a place for like minded folks,
Relishing the beauty in place,
Tending to needs in time's cusp,
Allowing the easy flow of juices.
On the brink of civility & love,
Fading the differences between.
Fulfilling the ****** needs,
Loaning the best moments,
Easier is *** contraction,
Self-awareness needed,
Help yourself with the hand.
To the trickier ways of a district,
Redlight district is meant to be strict,
Aloof from normal, painful city,
Desired by many but visited by few,
Envious red shades flowing in & out.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 2:25 AM UTC
The notion of age
Trickier than time,
We can never decide
On what is accurate
When it is early,
Or definitely too late.
We tend to feel older,
Older than our actual age.
As teenagers alone,
We could not wait,
Wait for that salient day
To be taken seriously
As mature as we ought to be.
I am not a child anymore,
An exasperated sigh,
I make my own decisions now
I have learned all the know-how.
But once we get older
The tables turn
And we are chasing the years
The years we spent acting older.
The wise still comment
Take full responsibility,
Deadpan honest,
You are not that young anymore
You got to think about the future.
And we ponder,
We reflect,
Reviewing the times
We already felt too old
Though our blood was so young.
Recollecting those times
We were surely too young
To be behaving so old.
And you wonder,
Puzzle over,
When is that time
That timing that is right;
Because truthfully,
You are reluctant -
Is there ever a time
A time you managed
To act your own age?
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 8:29 PM UTC
I write a poem
You write a poem
We write to each other
In hopes that the other will read it
Hear our words
Feel our pain
And yet we don't talk about it
We don't talk at all
Except through our scripted feelings
These thoughts pour out of me
Freezing into words on a screen
But what do they mean?
What do they change?
It's ok to love someone and not be with them
But it's hard to know when that applies
And actions are trickier than words
But here we are
Putting our art
And our hearts
Out there for the world to read
For each other to see
Feeling
Loving
Thinking
And yet we don't speak
We were writers in love
And now we're writers in agony
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
Life’s an awful rat race,
and it’s getting trickier and trickier,
so forget the woes you can’t face,
and do nothing in particular.
When life starts getting real tough,
relax from the perpendicular,
lay back and kick your shoes off,
and do nothing in particular.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
You are distant from me,
Not in space or time,
But in a trickier dimension altogether,
Known as love.
And your distance
Makes me wish
I could build a spaceship
Fit to travel at the speed of changing hearts
And bring you back to me.
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 4:10 PM UTC
There are ways
To be ready for a death of the soul.
The way you'd write a will
Or take medication to ease the pain.
People to say goodbye to,
Loose ends to tie...
Granted,
It's a little trickier when you know your body will still go on
After you die.
When you know you'll have to leave it and then
Slam back inside
And handle all the damage done in your absence.
But
There are ways.
Silently I tie back my hair.
Pour myself a frosty glass of milk.
I hate milk.
Always have.
I drink the whole thing.
Milk makes it less painful when you get sick.
Whatever I hear from you tonight,
I know I have been terrified long enough,
And there is just no way
I'm gonna keep this food.
Too bad,
I muse,
Rinsing out my glass.
I did love my dinner.
I had hoped we wouldn't meet again.
In the mirror a girl with my face
Raises a debonair eyebrow.
I wish I was as good at brushing this off
As she is.
I remove my earrings.
I put on some comfortable clothes.
It is rather like hearing the warning on the radio
That a hurricane or tsunami is headed your way
And there's not enough time to leave,
Only to prepare.
I am piling sandbags.
I am sealing my windows and doors,
Retreating to the cellar of my soul.
I am
Mechanically,
Numbly
Doing everything I can to minimize the damage,
And prepare to pick up the pieces.
I wonder
What will be salvageable
This time
From the ruins.
I hope the advance notice
Has made a difference
Because the tension of
Waiting for the storm to hit
Just might stop my heart.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
I dared to start a race,
A race to reach out a novelty Hut
That chatoyantly beamed in the distance.
Of gold were the thatches of the Hut,
Her pair of windows an emerald surface,
And of ivory the floor of the Hut,
A Hut that even a Seraph would fancy;
Ecstatic, I gravitated thus to the Hut,
Hastily than rain in a helter skelter dash
To kiss the earth, so dashed I to the Hut.
But, the nearer I drew, infinite the space,
The space betwixt I and my dream Hut.
Somehow along the way I thus lost pace,
Though yonder I kept trudging to the Hut,
Vying with reality for a happenstance
To ever dwell in such an ineffable Hut.
Soon, I realized there could be no chance,
For the nearer I drew, further the Hut.
Beneath tides of despair I regretted thus,
Regretted the moment I dared to start,
Starting such a game trickier than Chase,
A race to reach out thy Heart.
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
June 13th 2017
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
we danced in starlight
and slept in mirrors,
leaving our heads
and finding our spirits.
small cities and escape plans--
like sardines we piled into the metal,
viewing different slides of life.
chasing the echo of thought
pinned between railroads
as sharks to the sea,
salty and brine.
we landed in Midworld's bar,
stepping out of our skins
and into new cells.
like dna strands unwinding
in a sea of atoms.
holding together on a galactic
cord.
we wrote our own science fictions
but finding your body again,
is trickier.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
Like a pack running from a predator
we all dispersed
without ample time to say goodbyes
confess to one another
which beautiful moments
that we treasure most
Like a pack running from a predator
we knew the drill
it's inevitable that we all must leave
but that still does not set us at ease
our hearts pulling in new directions
Departures are always much
trickier than arrivals
Time slips by quicker
as the ground we walk upon ripples
And what was once familiar to us
feels like Déjà vu
we think we've been here before
but then again, we're not really sure
See, we're walking with new feet
down an unchanged street
coming across people
who want us to chop up our time
place our experience on a line
that can be measured
We all know that's not the real treasure
but we indulge them
for their own pleasure
they just don't know any better
But we do
we know that travel can't be plotted on a graph
it's effect on you is not linear, like math
And the people who we meet
enter our lives out of pure chance
our hearts collide and the fates dance
In the depths of my soul
I know it's true
that however brief
I was meant to meet
each and every one of you
I fell in love everyday with
people
places
moments
conversations
All of which will serve as
my central station
while I attempt the navigation
of re-assimilation.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 7:42 AM 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
Every end is a new beginning.
But where do you start
when there was no end?
Life is tricky.
Love is even trickier.
One thought can change the way
you think entirely.
You may think you have it all
figured out. Only to have
one person distort your
reality.
I had thought I knew what life
and love was.
Then you came into my life and
had me scrambling to fit pieces
into a puzzle that didn't belong.
Unfinished poetry is normal to me now,
because there is never an end to emotions.
What you may feel now, may not be how
you think later.
Poetry has a beginning,
but it doesn't always have to
have an...
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
Math is appropriating the qualities of form so as to make generalizations about their interactions.
Like saying W=wisdom, l=love, and s=speech, then I could say W(l,s)=Wl+Ws.
Here wisdom acts as a qualitative change of l and s together.
Or, W(l,s)=Wl*Ws.
In this way wisdom act as a multiplier, but it could get trickier if wisdom acted as both a multiplier and a qualitative change.
So I could ask how I could represent that.
The difference is that wisdom has no physical representative.
Whereas stating V, a smooth vector space, has elements (e1,...,en) automatically gives a representation.
Functions onto this space would be characterized both by its definition and representation, much like the term "running".
What seems difficult is adding more and more verbs together to form other verbs, where these verbs have a whole list of what is included.
Also, why would two different symbols, like walk and run, have similar qualities?
Or, why would two similar definitions, like escort and escrow, have different meanings?
Thus, although math is said to be a universal language, it still is a nuanced language, and the number of years and hours spent learning it is directly related to its familiarity.
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 3:18 PM UTC
The memories have power,
In them I see the light,
It takes me to the tower
Of self-esteem and fight.
And it goes on forever,
And I don't think it stops,
It makes my guts rebellious,
It drizzles heavy drops.
It's sister, beautiful time,
Is trickier and stronger,
Ridiculously fast sometimes,
But happy days feel longer.
Together, they are fearless,
The game they play is tough,
The memories are timeless,
And time is all I have.
There isn't really much to say
On things that I have mentioned.
I'm gonna go enjoy today
The moments I'll remember.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC