"unillustrated" poems - Hello Poetry

It’s the morning after the last heart session Eyes open but brain still crackling with static and white noise When I try it again Hoping to get pen to paper Before consciousness can recover sufficiently to intervene And proffer pretty syntax to the poem Hold the mind blank And stack the words in rows of green growth Like garden beds That only need time and attention to bear fruit Let truth come from some other place Than reason or left brain Or the extensive vocabulary Meticulously indexed in the cranial cavity Somewhere near the brain stem Or maybe in the DNA As C, T, G, and A Storing data like binary only twice as complex The recall mechanism operating in the darkness of our comprehension Apprehension of its failure threatening to leave the poem unfinished Unillustrated Uncalibrated Un-fact checked Like that matters somehow Like the facts are important in art Like the right brain has no sense of propriety Just as surely as the heart tells lies in gibberish A chattering maelstrom of syllables in a cyclonic vacuum And yet somehow the heart speaks with perfect clarity Uncluttered rhythm Timing and flow So you know there is more going on here than we fully understand Lend a hand to help decipher the intentions of a part of yourself wayward from the rest of you Leading to a collapse of the ego And a blurring of the lines between you and I Turning discrete data into continuous On the fly On the run Under sun and and moon and sky Until the day that even death fails to be discrete Or even an event any more important than a fire Converting energy from one form to another

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Dec 1, 2012

Dec 1, 2012 at 7:42 PM UTC

luka-love

Heartbeats & Mathematics

It’s the morning after the last heart session Eyes open but brain still crackling with static and white noise When I try it again Hoping to get pen to paper Before consciousness can recover sufficiently to intervene And proffer pretty syntax to the poem Hold the mind blank And stack the words in rows of green growth Like garden beds That only need time and attention to bear fruit Let truth come from some other place Than reason or left brain Or the extensive vocabulary Meticulously indexed in the cranial cavity Somewhere near the brain stem Or maybe in the DNA As C, T, G, and A Storing data like binary only twice as complex The recall mechanism operating in the darkness of our comprehension Apprehension of its failure threatening to leave the poem unfinished Unillustrated Uncalibrated Un-fact checked Like that matters somehow Like the facts are important in art Like the right brain has no sense of propriety Just as surely as the heart tells lies in gibberish A chattering maelstrom of syllables in a cyclonic vacuum And yet somehow the heart speaks with perfect clarity Uncluttered rhythm Timing and flow So you know there is more going on here than we fully understand Lend a hand to help decipher the intentions of a part of yourself wayward from the rest of you Leading to a collapse of the ego And a blurring of the lines between you and I Turning discrete data into continuous On the fly On the run Under sun and and moon and sky Until the day that even death fails to be discrete Or even an event any more important than a fire Converting energy from one form to another

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I heard a whisper. a thought like dust caught the air of my breath and landed on every heartbeat still beating for something more than themselves. a rationale. a stable refuge. these are the things I imbue. nocturnal nonsense swirled about until your gaze caught my thoughts. I saw your eyes behind mine. emancipated, delegated, underrated and unillustrated, how can I better express myself. I lost myself trying to lose you. I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders to your front door step and left it with a key. Walk a mile in my shoes and still ask me who's the enemy. I am. I am my own downfall. masquerades never suited me yet I still wore it with agony. Antagonized from every side, the lies lie far between you and I. I succeeded in forgetting something that never happened and got trapped inside those angel eyes. remain a nuisance, my misguided matrimony. gravity awaits, for we are all destined to fall.

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Nov 30, 2013

Nov 30, 2013 at 5:57 AM UTC

silkdragon

drunk

I heard a whisper. a thought like dust caught the air of my breath and landed on every heartbeat still beating for something more than themselves. a rationale. a stable refuge. these are the things I imbue. nocturnal nonsense swirled about until your gaze caught my thoughts. I saw your eyes behind mine. emancipated, delegated, underrated and unillustrated, how can I better express myself. I lost myself trying to lose you. I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders to your front door step and left it with a key. Walk a mile in my shoes and still ask me who's the enemy. I am. I am my own downfall. masquerades never suited me yet I still wore it with agony. Antagonized from every side, the lies lie far between you and I. I succeeded in forgetting something that never happened and got trapped inside those angel eyes. remain a nuisance, my misguided matrimony. gravity awaits, for we are all destined to fall.

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withdrawn from our colour retreat to the basement with unillustrated lives fled reflush our pallor and flesh out lily liveried astray from the light scarce bottled mighty in our culture dish and reinvent look ** ; to the silverfish !

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May 12, 2020

May 12, 2020 at 9:54 AM UTC

neth-jones

silverfish...

withdrawn from our colour retreat to the basement with unillustrated lives fled reflush our pallor and flesh out lily liveried astray from the light scarce bottled mighty in our culture dish and reinvent look ** ; to the silverfish !

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