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Sincerely; more poetry

April 22nd 2008 02:56
Two step

two step
too step
to step
knew step
who step
fet step
new step
do step
no step
on show
step toe
set show
and best show too
to step
too step
two step


Write off

Write
for love
not
for money
even though
being broke
aint funny
write off
my life
even before
its ended
needed to have
my pen defended
just incase
i'm liable
to slander
but to evil
i won't pander
lend a hand a
long the way
to myself and save my pay
for it's

not much
not many bucks
and for
the chance
i've
earned my luck
so maybe
my life's
not wirtten off
just yet
on that
indedd
i'll make
a bet
and keep on
writing
along the way
whatever is
the time of day



Dreaming


Dreams
within dreams
well
whatever
does
it mean
if i dream
then i'm not
but dreams
are all
i've got
yet rarely
a good one
just
misunderstood ones
not really nightmares
just spectaculat
craptacular
like seeing
the worst
of what could be
alternate realty
or possible modalities
Dreams within Dreams
what could it be
at least
they are freem
just tax
on the intellect
at least
that's what i suspect
except, expect
a good one
every now and then
possibly Freudian
possibly Zen
no nedd
to interpret
they are
as they



(In)Sincere

Sincerely left
impressnio
in wax
metaphysics
is change
a facts a fact
is all that
is the case
yet facts
can change

in ever changing space
relativity, possiblility
yet not
of the logical sort
the changing
of substance
is relative
to naught
zero;
algebraically definalble
left sincerely
in wax
it can(t)
be otherwise
so such
is that
that all
things change
over time
and my rhyme
requires space
to face the fact
that i'll
change too
not yet, insincere, not left
in wax
no disrespect
to facts
but facts
do change
so never
the same
river twice
even the baks
of it change as well
why does it seem
that everything
in a state of flux
should be so
very strange
sea the change
to speak
things different
as language evolves
aifferent accents
and differnent clothes
people wear
in and out
of fashion
once you loved them
and now
there's no passion
so let things change
or as so the french say
the more things change,
the more they stay the same
insane, in seine
to cross
the same river
twice
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Meconnaissance; Impossible texts and the logic of the objet petit a

Imagine a text, not just any but a story of a nation; its genesis and history. Then take the words in that text an rearrange them in a new order. Following this we then take all the letters and then rearrange them into new words and hence, a new text; three texts now, and the arche-original(preceeding the original) or seemingly impossible text.

The logic of the objet petit a reflects this; or the meconaissance (misrecogntion) oof naming in discourse. THis is the logic of my language based ontology. The equations area as follows.

a=b plus c
b=a plus c
c=a plus b
2a plus c=b
2(a plus b)=x
x=a plus b plus c
x=2E
E= the exponential gradient or roughly 2.786



Descartes art

Descartes art
does not follow through
as many hands hindeer
then
many hands suit
more easy to say
"i am that i am"
yet Descartes thought
"i think therefre i am"
no need for god
if you speak my words
"i am that i am"
yet it was preferred
or observed
that man was created
by being more perfect
than can be
expressed in words
and so it goes
it goes a long way
to speak gods words
at least that's what i say
what i prefer
but what about god?
i don't really know
is not all of creation
on show
that should be enough
proof for you
and then if not that
the singualrity suits
and then if not
maybe you are
just a dreamer
dreams within dreams
your reality then
agree to disagree
best policy
to pursue
if you don't
then i will too


Repetition

Repetition
is mimicry
so i say
surreptitiously
and so
with representation
and my rhymes
imagination
plurality and
diversity
against all types
of adversity
like Plato
in the cave
behind a mask
that misbehaves
to imitate
or re-create
what's been done
before
at least
for my sake
repetitions
not against
the law
so in mimcking
beatneat styke
to those
i may offend
to you
i say
i'll never
drop
my repetitious pen


Kant/Cunt

Immanuel Kant
or
a manual cunt
a box can not
contain itself
is set theories front
yet Kant's supperstition
repressed intuition
like locked
in a box
if consciousness
does not overlap
then language
is the loss
so intuition
is really
inside out
or back to front
to what Kant
made it seem
that is the only way
we can really
dream
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Any day

Any day now
otherwise
it would pay
to dream
a little more
no longer
poor
writings no chore
but does not
pay to well
much better though
tahn a season
in hell
so what
the hey
i'll live
another day
and write
another song
and dream
a little dream
no longer
plot or scheme
maybe i'll die young
but not
by my
own gun
either way
anyway
i'll live
another day


Bored and lonely

Not bored
just lonely
i say
this feelings
no phoney
what should
i do
have a
smoke or two
but that
wpn't do
sot suicidal
aporia or no way out
at least i doubt
maybe the world
needs me or maybe
just crazy
i am
very lazy
days spent
in the sun
for a life
forever on
the run
from here
to there
never treated fair
yet do i dare
to tell the truth?
i really don't
want a noose
just feeling sad
ait aint
that bad
this feeling
will pass
and i don't
want a glass
of wine or beer
i just
want to speak clear
maybe i'm just
in withdrawl
from something
or other
either way
i have
no lover
a life alone
i can
look forward to
i'l just stay put
that's what i'll do
and see
this blue feeling through
tongiht, today
as the night
drwas close
and daylight dims
like being in prison
escape seems slim
yet esacpe
from what
and where to
i ask
i really don't know
it's just my past
has been a lie
so the
poet spoke
yet not
on a high
i've no wish to die
just feel glad
or even happy
though now
i fell sad
and rathercrappy
at any rate
it is my fate
to suffer
a little
or maybe
a lot
such is my way
and heavens
my pay
yet i won't be there
for it's
quite a long
way away
so maybe
i'll feel
blue
for a day or two?!


Thistle and willow

Bend the thistle
weep the willow
cry my tears
upon the pillow
if the world
was to end
i'd try to
save it
with my pen
would mend
so sorrow beats
within my heart
for the earth
and all its parts


Medium

Claimed to be
a medium; tedium
se free'd, me um
delusional confusional
frocing words profusional
yet as
eloquence escapes me
qouth logec
ties me up
and hates me
no escape
at any rate
soon or far
emotions bottled up
in a jar
no one is
about to save me
lost in space
better than slavery
what good
can come
in telling lies
just tell the truth
it might surprise


Lunar Sea

Lunar Sea
the moon
i see
or sea
as moon
in after noon
a vision seen
twixt five and three
years of age
and now on page
as beautiful
as any thing
i've ever seen
the sea as moon
i have seen
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more beat poetry and rhymes...

April 17th 2008 00:51
Rhyme Time

Now is the time


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Dear Mr Ginsberg

Dear Mr Ginsberg


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sea the mistaken thing

Sea


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