Best Decoding Poems
Questions are proliferating,
people search for answers
in old pants pockets
in long discarded purses.
The scampering feet of baby philosophers
can be heard from the moon.
The media is stymied, they are manipulating,
confiscating and hiding behind the backs
of massively overgrown ballers,
willy-nilly they scribble an alternative reality
upon indoor swimming pools.
The manic mayhem of our daily grind
is wearing our hair thin,
Somebody should take control of the truth,
but it keeps dodging questions
and slamming doors behind it.
Mark my words with invisible ink,
scratch a cat behind its ears,
somersault all you like
but we are all getting overrun
by imperfect pontifications
by the indecent Doctors of spin.
and all this endless self-questioning
keeps replying over and over again
but only in unbreakable code.
He understood physics to the max
And his equations had no cracks
But he was in doubt
As he tried to figure out
Each line of his income tax!
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I have witnessed myself clearing a dozen
bottles of alcohol.
I have witnessed myself taking overdose
of sleeping pills at 3 a. m. in the morning.
I have witnessed myself walking along a lonely
road, to no particular direction.
Frustrations have enveloped my eyes
from the future - thought to be bright.
Life, as I know it, chooses us,
rather than us choosing it. It's the boss;
It was here right before us.
It chooses when I'll win the next gamble;
get a well, derving job;
clear all my ever-soaring debts....
It does all that....
On the other hand, I've found some secrets
from the mysterious orients - secrets I need
to work hard at or practice everyday.
"No snowflake falls at the wrong place."
"Be like a tree. It never worries when the birds leave
their nests, or wait for them to return. It stands firm
to the ground. It's never bothered. That's the secret
of attaining happiness...." a sage once told me.
Time will tell whether I'll pass life's tests.....
Hey G you ready?
Always...
I stand for faith and I'm talented
Like those athletes in the Olympics:
Running marathons with a touch in my hand!
shouting freedom is for all
And fire lights up the kingdom,
Like the sun enlightening the world,
Venus my babe...
And she whispers "say no to the profane"
Ye have knowledge shall know.
The world full obstacles
Heaven; earth and hell,
The reality formed by our psyche
I.D; ego and super ego
So we have to look in!
Cause the world is nothing,
Love, Hate, Fear: all is within
Created this avatar called self:
And my genius is me!
So I flow: a ghost; a phantom,
Dead to the world of gimmicks
Personalities forming self,
Like codes and they never end...
The numerical universe
The world is the matrix,
Like a computer system
and man is the virus,
And I'm pressing Crtl, Alt and Del.
DECODING THE MESSAGE
a gentle
& tasteful
critique
with
an ongoing
preoccupatation
with
figuration
a change
in
direction
a collaboration
initiated
by
memorabilia
of emerging
improvisation
a series
concentrating
on fragments
of imagery
from
the unexpectedly
& overt
underlying
currently
unscripted
this non-stop
this
churn
now long long
forgotten &
discounted ten
yet a
prized
improvisation
of the
intuitive
approach
to a
creativity
but
so
compellingly
strange
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Here is a fraction of half the
Examples which I call decoding.
Yeah decoding the Inglish language.
Hey now hear in this damnation
The Inglish dominance is learned
And deplorable.
All right alright. And just how did
You sleap last knight? Ah ha hoho!
The knight was gloryous. We the
Postering population was quite
Quiet. I say the more of US the merryer!
Or the moor of US the scaryer!
Hmm is that TRUth TRUE?
We trust u must no this and plus
The gist of it is we have know resun
TWo lye. DU we lie with Lyers?
After all what else wood we du?
Due u no the anser? Do u and you
No the anser to-- how manee hears
EYE have Up on meye hed? And Y R U
Balled? Speek up do not B missLed
A stray. Ah so let us sea then now.
The letter W was once a double U
Then later became a double V.
U C. You sea? Mak know no misstak
About it. Wile Eye hav you their.
Eye kneed two ask who really cares
About decoding the English language?
It must have ben a secret slanguage
Before it became a standard bit of
Average Inglish. Is that absurd?
Did you here me? Oh eye
See you R mayb def. Mmm. What
Is welcome or wellcome a
well coming? Wel, Here's the cusp at
the cleft. In Inglish a heir is a hair is a hare is
We be here four U hear we R. We
Are higher. We will hire you if u R
Rite for the job. If you aspire,
Appropriately. We breathe hier air
To. Do we not? We have not forgot.
Yeh, of corse we du. For instance
It be gins again agan agan into
Persistence!
The free and freer fearing fierce
Firing from far and fair one. How
Fare are they? Do thay faer us? Due
They? Hair us? Com with the
Anser kwikly! What due you say
Bcuz all of these wurds to me
Seems tu b connected. Do you
Think so? Is their actually an
Alphabetical conspiracy? Wat is
The Truth? The tooth of it? Speek
With your good teeth. Know this
That all these truths R tru Blu
And the truth to the tooth WILL always
B. No-thing Ill of will aspire
Greatfully. Do u regret we be truthfully?
Know we do not ever! Always
Forever dwelling in resplendence.
Reminiscing in remembrance.
TRUTH is beautiful!!!
Remember and recall this!!!
Do not evr fourget it.
Walking the woods,
evening caressing my face
with its moleskin fingers,
eyes blue-flamed
by a shape-shifting twilight.
Listening to the deep delving sounds
of forest roots
as they clutch the earth close
before another nocturnal drama
slinks close enough to pounce.
Hoot owl calling,
hoot owl answering.
For a moment
I am one short life, a brief fluttering in
the actualization of a sound.
There are stars in those owl eyes,
in the black acres of its gaze
my eyes there also – looking back.
Look!
See the swivel of our night watch?
see the communion,
the simplicity of vision
as owl and I stare
into the same coming shadows.
This swift way of being
demands only blood and union;
owl knowing has
ears on the pulse of us all,
and this stroll –
just a droplet of time
acknowledging
its walk
through infinity.