"uncalculated" poems
The ocean becomes my temperament vicious and uncalculated
Breaching boundaries and flooding streets with emotions
Tidal wave's pull me under
But I still feel your light no matter how deep I delve
You became a new sun when my head convinced me my world had ended
And after all this time I've realized saving my self Is more important than saving grace so strike me down if I'm the devil in myself
Causing plague and disease in my own head .
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC
What has become of us
Amidst the hustle and bustle of city life
When did evolution condone us to regress into a state
Of uncalculated caucus
As we meander our way through the rapids of life
Rapid
Is hardly a best-fit descriptor
For we are past the point of speed
We mill around like headless horses
Buzzing bees
Stinging roaches
Fallen leaves
Roaring lions
Try to lead
But fail
Like cottons fighting breeze
Is this all we are?
Is this what we were made for?
To quickly climb the climb
And await the graceless fall
Parachutes prepared for praise
But our pride prevents and prevails
Till the day I climb the ladder
Shall I not attempt to see
What the view at the top might be like
I fear it enthralls me
But then reality strikes like a maddening blaze
And suddenly I see
That I'm well on my way up the hill
As I swing from bridge to bridge
Is this the way to live?
Uncautious steps with kleptomaniac ease
As we take what we desire
From our capitalistic divider
Though we hate to be the same
Not at all do we differ
Are we not all blinded mice
With a tetra-human vice
Spiders apt at spinning lies
Banking life on Friday highs
All around me boring beasts
Lost to whims, to say the least
What I fear most is the day
I give in and join the race
Is the day I eat my heart out
Just to enjoy the highest gaze
Till then here trapped in the zoo
Enclosure encasing truth
Finding fault with every human till the day I conform too
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 8:12 AM UTC
Ibrahim looking at Dalila declares Kitab Allah wa sunnati Rasullah
Dalila looking at Ibrahim declares Kitab Allah wa sunnati Rasullah
Ibrahim says to Dalila You are my heaven tonight
Dalila smiles
Ibrahim thanks Allah before dawn for being given the best provision
Dalila sits behind him humbling herself before Allah and giving reverance to Allah for an uncalculated blessing
Ibrahim leads them in their daily prayers
Dalila carefully and gratefully follows
Ibrahim is just or fair with Dalila and the family
Dalila is just or fair with Ibrahim and the family
Ibrahim often cooks delicious dinners for the two of them
Dalila plays with Ibrahim's hair afterwards
Ibrahim reads Quran and lives it for Allah, Allah's beloved Prophet, himself, Dalila, and their kids
Dalila learns from Ibrahim every day and admires his efforts to do what is required of him as a man of faith, as a husband, and as a father
Ibrahim is honest with Dalila
Dalila is honest with Ibrahim
Ibrahim gives Dalila attention and listens to her when she needs to talk
Dalila dresses for Ibrahim like she doesn't dress for other men
Ibrahim loves the way she looks for him
Dalila lets Ibrahim know what he can do for her to please her
Ibrahim enjoys the challenge and likes being her hero
Dalila often has nights out on the town with Ibrahim she plans
Ibrahim surprises Dalila several times a year by taking her to unique places and sometimes to scenic, thrilling vacation spots
Dalila says to Ibrahim You've made me yours forever
Ibrahim replies I'm a fortunate man
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 4:57 PM UTC
Ibrahim looking at Dalila declares Kitab Allah wa sunnati Rasullah
Dalila looking at Ibrahim declares Kitab Allah wa sunnati Rasullah
Ibrahim says to Dalila You are my heaven tonight
Dalila smiles
Ibrahim thanks Allah before dawn for being given the best provision
Dalila sits behind him humbling herself before Allah and giving reverance to Allah for an uncalculated blessing
Ibrahim leads them in their daily prayers
Dalila carefully and gratefully follows
Ibrahim is just or fair with Dalila and the family
Dalila is just or fair with Ibrahim and the family
Ibrahim often cooks delicious dinners for the two of them
Dalila plays with Ibrahim's hair afterwards
Ibrahim reads Quran and lives it for Allah, Allah's beloved Prophet, himself, Dalila, and their kids
Dalila learns from Ibrahim every day and admires his efforts to do what is required of him as a man of faith, as a husband, and as a father
Ibrahim is honest with Dalila
Dalila is honest with Ibrahim
Ibrahim gives Dalila attention and listens to her when she needs to talk
Dalila undresses for Ibrahim like she doesn't undress for other men
Ibrahim loves the way she looks for him
Dalila lets Ibrahim know what he can do for her to please her
Ibrahim enjoys the challenge and likes being her hero
Dalila often has nights out on the town with Ibrahim she plans
Ibrahim surprises Dalila several times a year by taking her to unique places and sometimes to scenic, thrilling vacation spots
Dalila says to Ibrahim You've made me yours forever
Ibrahim replies I'm happy I did
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
How vividly the memory of your lips
Struck me in that cave of ice
As if one of those stalactites,
Frozen in perpetual motion,
Had thawed just enough to crack and fall
Directly down.
It didn't need to fall though, it's fall was implicit
And as you held me there, pressing my back
To where the ice met the stone I realized
That's where we were, too-
Trapped in the ambiguity of permanence meeting
Utmost transience.
The waterfall melted around us
And each second we spent
In the starkly unstable cave hidden behind it
Was a risk then uncalculated.
With the eruption
Cascading in the quietest places of memory
We willed the thaw, really,
Begging 'let it drown us;
Let all the ice melt and let it
Pull us under and from to river
To our corpse floating through the ocean,
Let it pull
All away
From the stone.'
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
I guess I just want something deep,
I no longer want some flimsy fantasy
Spending my time dreaming of what could be
I want to take my time to get to know
Every shining quality like the stars of my beau
It would be just the two of us
Wrapped within the warmth of summer's arms
Forever in a cocoon
Feeling safe, and we would even dare to dream
that we would continue on forever unharmed
Protected in the amniotic sac of our love
Simultaneously grounding us
And shooting us up into the stars
Something so deep,
Tethering me to sanity
And ungrounding me to possibility
Weaving within my very veins the certainty of my lover's loyalty
And at the same time reveling within romantic spontaneity
Oh, how sweet and uncalculated this fine and complex dance of living can be
Spinning in rehearsed circles and always coming back to the heart of all the things that could be and ever will be
And yet my life is a mere breeze
On a desert plain
Blowing away the sands of both my happiness and pain
And what else could I say,
Except it's been a beautiful, heart wretching, eye opening, wisdom gaining, heart expanding ride?
And when I find this love of mine,
Our love will defy the very concept of time
We will have love that is so deep
That it will continue on into eternity.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
a timeless serpent
carves its name into the land
without purpose
without conscience
a timeless serpent
of unending perception
proceeds in undiscerned direction
churning with the bitter momentum of wisdom
a single path
dares to defy
uncalculated choice
and infinite balance
a single path
weathers vaporous contempt
and its precipitates
descending to concatenate
stark, shocking knowledge
and ignorant, senseless entities
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
I'm not "princess" anymore
Never have been
Never was
I'm not above you
I don't pretend to
be
Cracked lips
From uncalculated screams
Smothered in my blanket
Suffocated
And your hand at my throat
Hasn't left for 7 years
Love you Daddy
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
She’s Chaos..
taking shape into something..
Harmless.
Not the kind that shatters but
the kind that births galaxies..
Raw and Unpolished,
Like coal before diamond
Like earth before life
Crafted uncounted
Created carefree
Unmeasured, uncalculated
.. like the sand at sea
Wild, uneven,
devoid of symmetry,
But there’s something in those eyes
that tells a story..
how she was founded from grief..
from doubts..
from shame..
from confusion..
from love..
And hope..
That even such a broken piece
Is worthy of reverence..
worthy of space..
and
worthy of love.
As she wear her scars like armor
She flaunts her flaws like truth.
She finally laid down
The burden of expectations
that she was never meant to carry
The sweet sweet child of anarchy
Finally learned that she
Is everything she has to be.
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 3:13 AM UTC
lie.
cheat.
deceit.
repeat.
the ways of a corrupt society.
it is an endless cycle
of broken ideals;
a constant rival
to honest and forthright
the bridge between
honest and straightforward
has been quickly replaced
with the backward
hope of promise
i say its a lost cause
because lost laws
means a destroyed
dead society
dead in souls.
dead in mind.
uncalculated direction
of mindsets
maybe our society may have a chance to survive
or we may be at the pit of death.
it is our choice.
it is up to us to change.
(b.d.s.)
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 3:49 AM UTC
A young rose seeks wisdom that is always untapped
Not because it's locked, but it's not on a map
But with someone who looks into deepest paths
Lies a beauty to behold, uncalculated by math
She peers into things with curiosity
She sees people without animosity
She smiles with glee, her heart always free
She gazes to discover what others cannot see
Her heart is reserved without expectation
Her friendship is open without reservation
Just don't break her heart with your motivation
Or you'll see something unbeknownst of your rumination
As someone who met her just recently as it seems
There's more to her than the ideas that she keeps
So peer into her and you will see
A young rose of beauty that captivated me.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
I found her but I lost her
between the bridge of bliss and madness I stand,
Like finding your lost slipper,
Yer remembering the other pair no more around,
Her gaze passing through me,
Lifting my soul until I no longer know where I'll land,
My heart, my eyes---speaking, screaming
And my hands on my sides, invisibly bound,
"I found her! I found her!" I screamed.
Her name like butter and honey on my lips,
Like a child to a mother,
Waiting for an unadulterated warmth and a kiss,
Hope, Oh! How hope poisoned my heart?
My soul was famished and she poured them back,
An ocean of dreams and sighs,
She was an enigma, my light, my charm of luck,
Her gait uncomplex, her steps with just,
Uncalculated utmost yet refined and robust,
Was it too selfish to wish for a glance?
To hear my name one last time?
"I found her! I found her!" looking around I plead,
For I have lost her and I found it hard to breathe.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
…clinks in glasses
chilling the lips
unless a sudden contact
is avoided.
…is frigidity –
a grain of water
gleaned by the sun
is preferable.
…lingers slowly
dissipating.
Give me streams
as quick as bullets.
…chills a
red Dubonnet
till the wine
upends the sun’s intensity.
…sways
every eye
towards the skater’s
own uncalculated mastery.
…partners
the gritty frost
that folds the pebbles
in a skein of light.
Ice is the groin’s negation.
Ice is the temperance of nations.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
…clinks in glasses
chilling the lips
unless a sudden contact
is avoided.
…is frigidity –
a grain of water
gleaned by the sun
is preferable.
…lingers slowly
dissipating.
Give me streams
as quick as bullets.
…chills a
red Dubonnet
till the wine
upends the sun’s intensity.
…sways
every eye
towards the skater’s
own uncalculated mastery.
…partners
the gritty frost
that folds the pebbles
in a skein of light.
Ice is the groin’s negation.
Ice is the temperance of nations.
Published in OUTPOSTS PUBLICATIONS 1974 (NO LEEWAY)
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
Despite your thinking
Uncalculated life is
What you've always done
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 6:40 PM UTC