"verifying" poems
She loved
the city
the night stars
the snow
She loved Love
especially
falling
in
Love
but now
feels
Nothing
not even the blizzard’s icey teeth
sinking its fangs into her skin.
To her right is the road
that She followed
to break free
of the quiet, safe life
worth anything
and everything now.
Then She looks to
the deceiving mirage
of a new start,
a bright
happy
future
filled with big beautiful towers
glowing their fake lights like amber constellations.
her fault :
believing She was strong
practically invincible
safe
and nobody could
take that away
but in one moment
all that
fragile strength
was lost.
She never asked for
the nightmares
the fear of Him
or for the responsibility of
two heart beats
but He didn’t listen,
said nobody will ever believe her
and once She found out about It
She lost
her
mind
completely.
looking down to the
rage of rapids
She places her hands on her
sick stomach
listens to the ZOOM of the
carefree cars
their sounds verifying that She is
finally
entirely
invisible.
nobody notices
her hair restless in the wind
the hem of her dress
gently kissing the steele beam
that freezes her bare purple feet.
nobody notices
when She finally escapes
when She sets herself free
and falls into
rectifying
darkness.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
i was sitting drunk alone in a yellow flannel on a dirt
and patch grass hill beside an empty picnic table when
you sat down said hi my name is sam and i'm tripping face
that was no secret judging by the size of your pupils and smile
i asked to borrow a layer from your lip-gloss and
you happily obliged after verifying i had my circle-circle-dot-dot
you laughed hard and said you'd never been this high before
when you let me finger you on the ferris wheel with
the scene from the hill a distant seven minutes in our past
you watched with tears in your eyes
and smiled as i pulled my body
away from your candy thighs when the ride stopped
and stuck my sticky fingers back in my mouth
you said you listened to music better with your shirt off
and sure enough your ******* perked up like antennae
when my fingers slipped under
your half-shirt like an innocuous splinter
in the great pink epidermal amphitheater
you proved to be a nudist burlesque queen wearing
a hailstone necklace and a gold coin skirt that jingled
when you walked or skipped or rubbed your *** on me
i felt so immediately attracted to you
and i still do i can see you when i close my eyes
dancing free in a delicate psychotropic mushroom haze
whispering slap me silly as we walked hand in hand down the hill
you kept talking about your girlfriend being jealous
of my fatal blue eyes as the music drifted like breath
between us your hair was heavy with the smell
of mushrooms beer sage and rain
we took several overpriced shots of tequila and i lost
another six dollars in drink tickets when
we spent a whole dj set lying in the grass in the dark
with the lights from the stage spraying over
our heaving naked sweaty chests with my
hand in your gold net skirt and your tongue in my ear
the clouds were knotted ropes of wet white cotton
the sky became the sea and your fingers found my
feverish lips like a cool prayer
i looked up through the oak tree porthole
to find the strangulated sky
whirling in on itself like water
in a washing machine and i
let a dolphin carry me away out to where
the waves were boiling and wild
the stars salty and deep
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
Timechain - Bitcoin’s implications
Bringing better motivations
Planning now on firm foundations
Verifying confirmations
Helping us to shun temptations
Longer views - no reservations
Skipping short term complications
Better people - better nations
Starting useful conversations
Raising people’s expectations
Making needed preparations
A higher way for generations
Dec 6, 2022
Dec 6, 2022 at 9:19 AM UTC
Inside the walls of my citadel's
keep, i wander haunted halls
and rooms, broken images of
continuous life flashing light
randomly around, an epileptic's
nightmare, beamed in from
beyond, playing dangerous
paranoid games with my mind.
My grandfather's apparition
stalks me silently,
inching to the couch,
guarding the bathroom,
verifying the existence of
gravity behind door
number three, on the bed.
He approaches!!
SQUEAK-SQUEAK!!...RATTLE!!...
(Darth Elder and his walker)
SQUEAK-SQUEAK!!...RATTLE!!...
i evade his ghost of Christmas'
passed, darting to the porch and
in another entry door.
Each time i look up, his
spector stands frozen in
silhouette, spurring my adrenal
response, yet only imperceptibly
creeping, ever closer...
SQUEAK-SQUEAK!!...RATTLE!!...
He is everywhere!
EVERYWHERE!!!
Frozen in time at various locations,
practicing being dead on his bed,
re-living the now, back then in
his head, inside my head!!
There is only one solution.
i have spoken to the others:
no Christmas tree this year,
we will wrap grandfather
in colored lights and
garland, and help him
celebrate life in style.
A slightly motile tree, a
blatant festivity.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
*Irresistible in combat uniform,
the officer act tough, verifying ID,
But her soft eyes, seeking mine,
apologize, how feminine!*
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 10:31 AM UTC
My love levitates above me,
begins to circle out
heading to the silent softness
tucked beyond perception.
I have packed you
with Milky way hopes,
witnessed the slashing
of stars make their way
bright against the purplish night.
I have known you to slip out from
the hidden human crevice
to perform secret plays
with oceanic aches
surpassing all words
threading impossible rich
grasslands in a desert
of a million scornful suns.
I felt you harpoon me
pulling me back to the immense
place beyond the curtain
verifying every hope that kept me crawling for just one taste.
I heard you speak me into shelter
every promise of your verse
riveted my skylines with the most delicious eclipse I've ever seen.
Your love moved me to another hidden Everest where The Golden Angel sang to me with a voice that bleeds my haunting.
I felt you craft a crystal ship, your freedom set it sail inside me.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
I’d spent months
working on the vector-calculations,
checking, verifying, rechecking, rechecking, rechecking
in a circular-order, a daily ritual,
infecting my mind with worry.
Such things were important,
so very critical for mission success.
A careless subtraction,
a meaningless missed-detail,
one minor error in the numbers
and my chances went up astronomically.
The chances I would not make it back,
not make it back to see all those nice things
going on down on the surface.
Strange, how your mind can play tricks on you up here,
this lonely place where dreams are made
& lost. I know she’ll be sorry when she finds out
about my mistake, but things
should have been better between us.
Sadly, they weren’t.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
Floating around a magic land
Our world, idealised and fantastical
Unrealistic reality
Of which we are fanatical
ly- Craving the glow that warms our greeds
That electronic heart
pulse
That life that can be sliced apart
Rearranged and made
false
The smiles overshadowing empty eyes
The hands on the hips make slim
The figure of this silhouette
And the figure that lurks within
Pixels of a
true
smile
evaporated from this world
Verify?
Verifying...
Delete.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
Inside me is a whirlwind of emotions that no one not even you could understand,
it's not that I expect you to.
Stuck within are the moments that remind me how weak I still am even though I am trying my best to be strong.
Your snide remarks don't ever help at all, just verifying these demons in my head.
My hands shake while my entirety submerges into a cold sea of unwanted yet written memories.
So this is what it'd feel like every year,
Well at least now I know.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
We all have our demons,
Hateful, vindictive demons
Yearning for just a little sunlight.
Most are worth keeping,
Exciting at that. But are they really worth it
?
I think they are best things to have ever happened to me.
Lula-buying my anger to sleep at night,
Over exaggerating my imagination
Verifying my deepest desires.
Exploiting everyone else's darkest thoughts.
Destroying any emotion coming my way.
Young I may seem but
Old is my mind and
U are my demon.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
Adorably gagworthy
Because nothing is worse than
Cutesy talking over each other to
Depict your date of face battles
Extended past curfew and
Frightened of losing the other
Granted neither is going anywhere
Heaven made match through twists of fate
Integrating both into my
Justifiably insane life
Keeping me on my tip toes
Leaping forward to catch them both before they
Meet the hellhole of
Never ending fear that
Openly acts as a factor of the
Purity and
Quite
Raucous realness of their
Story book love tale
Tracing the pathways paved by
Unanimously loved romantic comedies
Verifying the necessity of this
Wacky wubulous
Xenial relationship that has been
Years in the making and will stand longer than
Zion
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
Love is a dangerous weapon
Overcoming hate, it creates
Vain attempts, broken hearts
Eternal medicine for peace
You influenced me the most
On every occasions I lost myself
Unveiled the honest essence
Mourning for the lost ones
One day, I’ll realize with pain
To take out my soul and breathe
Haven’t you cried as I stormed out
Even the gains set flames in me
Remembering your warmth
Found pieces of your shattered heart
Over and over, I’ll regret to tell you
Reasons that don’t matter anymore
Every time to see that smile faded
Verifying that it exists on that face
Enabling my heart to pound hope
Reassembling, love you mother forever
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 1:36 AM UTC
Last evening, like every other evening
I clutched my coffee and ventured familiar roads home.
April’s setting sun pierced the windshield.
Each night, that blinding light appeared
At dusk on this road heading west.
So I did not notice the little bird,
But I did hear the thump.
A plume of blue-gray feathers scattered
Verifying the sad ending my windshield had caused.
As I contemplated this poor bird’s passing
I turned the corner onto my street of canopied trees,
And noted Tom had left out his trash cans again.
Directly across the street, Mrs. Sally,
Dressed in her familiar Muu Muu, dragged a tree branch
That had fallen in the afternoon storm.
Her dearest Joe used to do these things,
His honey-do list sits eternally near his coffee ***
Wistfully, yearning for the touch of his callused fingers.
I often thought of my end, last breath and adieu.
I prefer to pass unknowingly, sleeping.
A warm thought, for me, but not my wife.
Imagine her jabbing me, attempting to wake me,
Her former husband, now lifeless beside her.
How impolite of me, a weekday morning, no less.
She would probably be late to work
Due to my boorish finish
The morning of her big presentation.
No such conclusion would befall me.
I should go suddenly, in my study,
Surrounded by piles of unread books.
Sitting with a cup of coffee warming my hands.
I took mine black and I was often reminded,
When spilt, Coffee leaves a terrible stain.
I arrived home and noticed the leaves,
Seasons were changing,
They needed a good raking.
My wife met me at the door,
Smiled in her embrace,
There was diner with small talk.
As I retired to my study,
Savoring my coffee, staring at my books,
Contemplating what should be read next,
I did not feel the cup slipping from my hand,
Nor hear its crash as it splintered into a million pieces.
My “World’s Best Dad” cup was finished.
Laid out on the floor, I could see
The spatter of coffee across the rug.
Now I’ll admit, coffee does leave a good hard stain.
I glanced at my wife entering the room in a panic
And felt life drain my body,
I could only think to say,
“I know, the coffee… you’ve told me a thousand times.”
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 3:49 PM UTC
the graveyards of Verdun
are full
with summer flowers
children are playing
hide and seek
among the crosses
their parents
coke in hand
keep looking for the names
of their grand fathers
on the wooden beams
verifying the family album
swallows dive steeply
under darkening clouds
slowly approaching from the west
you try your best
to give them shapes
and faces
them
who in grey noisy nights
fell out of life
bright red leaves
flushed prematurely
by sudden frost
* * *
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
Verifying rumours,
Living up to my name.
'Cause how can you destroy a reputation
When you are just the same?
Don't you dare be scared!
That pathetic face of yours.
Stop trying to befriend me,
I know you see my claws.
You cannot fight me either,
Do not even try.
You fall into my pit
You will inevitably die.
I dream of someone to appear
To convince me to stop.
But no one says it right
And so I carry on.
The running won't be fast enough,
The bullets will not pierce.
The bombs will not taint me,
Fire's a friend, no matter how fierce.
Just leave me alone,
Stay well away.
I don't deserve love,
And you'll live another day.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
The value of a money depends on
How much of it is created, but it’s hard
To audit the gold supply or find out how
Many dollars or yen or euro are created.
Failure to have a proof of reserves system
Always leads to debasement of the money.
Therefore
An ideal money enables proof of reserves
And thus is auditable by anyone on earth
Without permission, from any computer.
Bitcoin is a ledger where you can check
The Proof of Reserves every 10 minutes,
Verifying the supply and halting inflation.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 11:50 AM UTC
You made me feel invalid
As if my feelings were not allowed to be shared
And I should be hollow inside
You made yourself the ruler
Taller than everyone
Keeper of right and wrong
And I always seemed to be wrong
You used my humor against me
And I began to question my words
Acting as if you didn't know my intentions
You put blame on your past
Using it as your playing chip
Your 'get out of jail free' card
Verifying your inability to see hypocrisy
You punished me
Distanced yourself to make me suffer
Watched me beg for forgiveness
Until you felt better
You shared my past
As if it was just another book for you
Giving others the power to hold me in the palm of their hands
You were the only one who could feel
The only one who could hurt
The only one who could yell or turn their back
The only one could be big
And I let you
I chose loving your abuse over loving my sanity
Love really is blind
Pain is all seeing
And I'm sorry other people made you this way
You had power that would have lasted a lifetime
And I would have stayed weak for you
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
Entranced, you may
Need a reminder
Verifying
You're not them.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 7:51 AM UTC