"unbelieve" poems
Oh my DREAM Why you had fallen in love with Mr.Leave..
GONE , throwing behind you my hope wounds flowing, UNBELIEVE..
How..?! WAIT is there a way?! please listen to my deep HEAVES..
Not much remains to FLY together, come back please , don't make me GRIEVE
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 6:50 AM UTC
I will drink loneliness in my
coffee. The sweet is turned to
sorrow, the cream is the stir
of tears.
I will not last this.
The table was set when you
strode into darkness.
I will pin loneliness on the board.
The same letters unwrite.
Half a century is not enough
to unbelieve. The scattered
seconded invitation is
laid green and turbulent.
I leave loneliness a song
to the unbeliever.
You fold my intention like
a glove broken in.
Winter is always the last
cry in the dark sound
under the stairs.
I leave the sounds of the
wheel under my
shoes, in Winter unsounds
tears that dry in eyes
of the unbeliever,
you, walk like steel cleats
over my poems.
Caroline Shank
Nov 21, 2022
Nov 21, 2022 at 10:09 PM UTC
Prove, prove, prove
think, think think a little think at
thought speed.
Build me a death star, you shall not surely die.
Ah, hero, take your role. This is your page, this age
of informing
of outsides
of mobiusish objects we make
using imaginary morsels of
stuff,
the substance of things
hoped for.
Science of space and times remembered,
Hopf-phor uni-ometry in our augmented mind,
forming forms, take shape,
form in the image of "the cloud"
where lay the
base of con
science
con
carne values.
Meatmind, the brain-gut-outer-inner portal
from which flow
empty thoughts from
the pineal core click sig
drawing measurable infospheres
from at-most-fears,
using big ears
as a bit of an esteem antenna on boys who
saw themselves as goofy a rascal as Alfalfa
and Alfred. E. and Barrack, the drone thrower
of the twenty-first century, one of the
last to unbelieve the reasonable
lie behind war,
per se. Disperse the leaven, dust in the wind,
Alls we are, all ye, all ye, ours in free flow
fractal feeder of new knowables as we ever learn
time as a tool empowers our progress to next, that's all.
Remember con
sistency, sub
sistency, in
sistancy, resist the urge to wield words worn smooth
reflecting any context, as if it were
known,
now, the meaning in the word. I say pray, you say "Our Father"
I say ask, you say what. I say, For the answers you hope to have
being as you are. On Point. I made a point.
Or arrived at this point.
con
science,
with knowing,
the tree of knowledge is at least as fractal as an oak.
Inside out being in the jello universe of knowns,
good and not, all jigglin' in time,
sort it out.
Start where your treasure is. Nullify the evil clinging to
your horde 'pon which ye sit,
sweep the ashes from the last burnt bridge
over this edge, to the flow below.
You sweep slow in jello, but sweep into d'flow
is what is done wit ashes here.
Pile some stone here. Then give 'em all yo bitchinmoans,
for the peace their balancing at your finger tips
gives you, in real life,
take it. Now, go be.
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC
how do you know
you know imagining right, as in al
right, this whole idea
ain't re
alizable in the time we have?
I cain't imagine alla that, y'say.
All unbelievable things are and
all unimaginable things are not;
imagine a bubble in which we all be able
to unbelieve the unbelievable
and imagine unimagining it ever believed.
true. free be. you. not me, thee
unimaginable, like next from now.
thy will be done. No joke.
Make it up, it's your life, henceforth.
---
as I wrote that line three crows sailed o'er me.
In significant, unless you saw some three
of the raven ilk and added meaning to what ya saw,
from a source whence only you may draw.
As from thine own cistern, running water
from thine own well,
thine own secret spring of worth.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
Let's play pretend, for just half a second:
I'll unbelieve all the lies I promised myself.
And I'll tuck away all the loose odds and ends
To convince my flailing heart we never existed.
Because maybe we never existed.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
Dare I. If dare is believe there are
possible
goods to be released from bonds or
buried boxes or hidden codes forgotten,
and we are the heros,
dear reader,
you and me, as a we, we expand
twixt me and thee, see there is some land
and water and
within those two
frames of re
ference infer, we exist to wax spirtual
leave yo' body behind,
and rise up
look around
hear the sound, symbolic TRUMP
and unbelieve
the last lie,
kbamdidamdamdam. Wanna live?
Defend yo' faith,
mo'foe
doncha know? We 'l'ow no con
demnin' heeyah
we all endured thus fah,
we aim
t' claim the prize.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC
Have you ever had an unchoice feeling toward him/her
Cold and Hot at Same
Burning Stomach & Cooling Chest
That is how/what I feel every time
I argue or misinformation with you
I lost you, I believe I did
But in my unbelieve
In this mist of burning & cooling chaos.
The butterfly wind effect buttered me with Hope.
THAT WE CAN BE (That Mine)
You know better. (CAN WE?
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC
A novel situation, for a story to live for or in
ever,
forever and inever are aspects of ever never
actually
thought through.
Ever being as ever was, now,
all together
This is where it gets crazy…
cut to the chase, and nobody is chasing…
Do you truly believe there is a lie so big that
no one can ever unbelieve it
alone?
Do ya, hunh, do ya? Wanna bet?
Could get hairy,
could get… you know
***** humus- dirt us,
we a we here. All the outs been let in free,
we got shelter
from our storm.
Yeh. L'il Abner, cloud, no, "Big Chief Rain-in-the-face"
wasn't that funny,
back when they had the Shakespeare Riots, first
but not last,
time Feds fired on citizens pledged to allegiance,
in states of
professionally tested rebellion,
to keep the meek assured their inheritance is safe,
until the end,
when nobody is sure what to expect.
So, we lower your interest rate on entertainment.
Attention spans as short as fifteen seconds, with
seven seconds eye on target verified,
by snapsnapsnap monoclapping app-lause trigger…
those seven seconds are treasure,
lemme tell y'gotta listen,
we ain't got long,
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in that good Steve Jobs insane way,
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you get when you stand in the tenth floor comode
and flush it, swoosh, swirl caresses
flow between
your rusting toes,
in your mind, only in your mind, your industrial
disneyfied mind, crossed with an imagined
Turing machine, with a Von Neuman perpetuating
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time
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my sunshine,
lemme see y'shine.
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 7:00 PM UTC