"undefine" poems
My love for you is number divided by zero its undefine
It is not the squareroot of negative not an imagenary
It has an absolute value its always positive
The domain of my love is equal to nothing but greater than to positive infinity
I want to solve the range between you and me I dont have a function but a relation with you oh yeah :)
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
Fibonacci Series
their bodies,
more suggestion than shape,
stretch then swell,
trailing slime
on sidewalks,
an eternity
of space to cross
from grass to grass.
one,
then another
and another
undefine themselves,
wet antennae testing
air and sun,
shells slung on backs.
calcium calculations curling
ever inward.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 6:03 PM UTC
Fibonacci Sequence
(after a photograph of snails)
their bodies,
more suggestion than shape,
stretch then swell,
trailing slime
on sidewalks,
an eternity
of space to cross
from grass to grass.
one,
then another
and another
undefine themselves,
wet antennae testing
air and sun,
shells slung on backs.
calcium calculations curling
ever inward.
Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 5:17 PM UTC
Floating,
Above my body
Questioning my
own Reality
Harmony surrounds me
peaceful tranquility
emanating,
all encompassing
auras of reverie
Atmosphere defies my shape
I will undefine
Shapeless (be ethereal)
Nameless (nonexistance)
I am stuck fast asleep now
Lost in a pensive meditative state
My third eye is awakened
Liberation from cyclic existence (x2)
I am washed with zen
Cleansing me of my own sins
Real
Bliss exists it's intrinsic
From One we stem
As One we'll find our way
No more pain emotions unfold
No more pain, No more straying
Open
Your mind
Focus
New light
(Floating above my own body)
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
Oh!! Your shade
you appear to be seductive violet
to brick red for your mature taste
my tongue is greedy for you
you calm my nervous system
but my heart envy you,
as nobody can give me such pleasure,
Your one sip,
reminds me of,
how passionately you were made,
how each hand picked berries were minutely harvested,
how each berries were separated from stem & leaves to reduce the bitter taste,
how each berries were tipped into a receival bin,
how each berries were crushed to extract your purity
So the flavour of each berries can be felt
You are not too sweet, you are not too bitter,
thats what give me pleasure
"You share a human relationship bond"
nor too sweet neither too bitter
that creates love between a relation
You are not just a drink, you are the nectar of lords,
you make people beautiful to adore themselves,
you are the king of romance, where everyone wants to be your queen,
You are the shadow in darkness,
You are the undefine,
Thats you
"My Red wine"
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
Far over the mountains,
Dwell the Dragons.
Heights undefine their actions.
They fear not,
Their Strumah is home.
Intruders burn.
Beneath the mountains peak,
Dwell the ancestors,
Long-forgotten gold.
Upon the top of the Monahven,
The Elders wait.
For the Dovakiin's flight.
Dovakiin,
You will dwell in Dungeons deep,
And Caverns old.
Your unrelenting force,
Shall clear the hold...
Dov will roar,
In fury.
The Dov,
They fear thee.
Dovakiin,
Dragon Born...
You shall claim that Strumah.
One day.
Alduin's rage did darken the sky,
His roar is fury's fire,
Do not fear.
Destroy him with words of old.
The heroes of Sovangarde,
Shall aid thee.
Joar Zah Frul,
Yol Toar Shul.
Strun Bah Qo.
Fear the Dragonborn's Words.
The Strumah, And the Dov.
They will bow down,
Upon the mountain.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
I view you
as words
many people think they’ve interpreted correctly
so they speak of you as if they truly have
there all the bad sounds go
and meet with all the wrong meanings
as poems
everyone has dissected to find
too little meaning and too shallow depth
as paintings
they admire the colors and representations
on lucky times the story behind that
underwent too many unwily guesses
and end up a wrong conclusion
as songs
sung at the highest pitch then the lowest one
that they don’t go with the melody for which they’re meant to blend with
I view myself
as the author, the poet, the painter, the composer
for I like to think I know you
as if I shaped you
that I give the right background story
I can define then undefine you
and know exactly where you’ll be
everywhere you’ve ever been to
and all you have become
that only I can understand you
the way you want to be understood
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
Set your words free.
It’s just “Poet Speak.”
Let them fly,
Let them fly.
Spill your mind,
Cross the thin line,
Between your
Heart and mind;
Combine, refine, undefine, revise
Just don’t let them be;
Let them fly,
Set them free.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC