Best Describable Poems
If God is something that you think,
It is only a process that you drink;
Wittgenstein's answer of yes and no,
Does only referential justification show.
Societal concepts are never jokes,
But at other people make pokes;
They're straight with direct meaning,
So have an implied, absolute feeling.
David Lehman said Wittgenstein,
Was quoted by dons as sane,
And I just think he restated that,
Language is within society, fact.
God is not physical in any way,
'Cos ontology can't have it's say;
It can't describe the dais God,
Using predicate logic most odd.
But all things are describable,
And sets with no God table,
So we can easily conclude,
That he is just us being rude.
Reference: Wittgensteins Ladder by David Lehman
These dreams.
Psychedelic dreams.
Untouchable yet, describable-- in some ways.
One moment turns into something else--
like mixing drinks, experiencing a different taste--
between sweet and sour--hot and cold--
the gray area mushes, turning into a hybrid form.
Interpretations will only add to a stack of questions.
Trying to figure out--deciphering the meanings behind what's already confusing.
The brain fiddles and play with scenarios. Like an unsolved mystery--cliffhangers.
Perhaps it reveals our deepest desires.
Perhaps it reveals our truest natures.
Waking up is pointless.
It ends the adventure.
Even nightmares can be fun--heart races.
Sometimes we try to revert the traces.
Clues are left behind like memories--quickly faded.
These dreams.
Psychotic it seems.
Prescriptions--Doctor recommendations.
Insomniac relations--day dreaming of immeasurable temptations.
Deprived of ecstatic doses--medicine will only nourish addictions.
Shut your eyes and try to fall.
Wake up and it will all dissolve to nothing at all.
Dreams are what we strive for.
Dreams are what we yearn for.
Dreams---they are what we live for.
True beauty has no title.
To be beautiful is not to be objectified but in awe of.
The beauty in your eyes....
Sunlight captured in a smile
Is beauty truly definable?
Or is it more?
Beauty is a inspired feeling creating joy and excitement.
True beauty goes far beyond confidence
Beyond the ability to describe... but feel.
And in every describable way known....
You are beautiful.
It always excited her curious mind.
Going on adventures, finding hidden treasures.
Journeying and exploring in deep dark unknown places.
Seeing all those lost faces...
She has no fear of the unknown,
she is never alone.
She sometimes wonders inside if there are any dangers to find.
A scream, a cry.
The truth is, she never knows whats waiting around the corner.
Death, fear, love...
This is not enough
There are millions of endless possibilities.
She believes she will never know unless she sees for herself.
Leave
Go...
She needs no help
She has to be alone...
Once upon a time in a place far far away from everything you have ever known,
further away than Zeus can throw, is a girl.
Lost, confused and dazed
Her thoughts run deeply, amazed.
She is running
She is hiding
She is searching
She is fighting,
for the truth.
A fountain of youth
Her destiny
A higher entity
The meaning of life...
It is not easy to find.
Millions of angels fill her path with light
She will not once look back behind.
One day she met a woman who was very kind
"Let me show u the way, I shall not lead you astray." She said
"My dear, you will be amazed by what you can find. Do not hide. No need to get a fright. I have been sent to lead you through the gates up ahead. Where the deepest bottomless hole is your only bet."
"Who are you within?"
Asked the Angel, guarding the eternal life.
His eyes were so passionate, stronger than the hottest fires.
It made her think...What have I been?
With all that I have seen, I will now scream: "I AM THE ETERNAL QUEEN. An describable thing. Hear my voice when i sing..."
She opened her mouth and words of purity filled the heavenly sky, overtaking the dark cold night.
Now she can fly
She will never again cry...
Every thought she has ever had, fills her inside.
Destroying her pride.
Suddenly, she realized.
This is how you die...
Every little thing, gets left behind...
In this journey through the universe, she found this eternal verse.
It is not a blessing, nor is it a curse.
It heals all heartache,
It loves through better or worse.
Follow this girl through the gates of the unknown.
Deep in a pit of screams, an abyss of unfulfilled dreams, you will be thrown.
See who you truly are, your lies will be forever shown.
RESTLESS
Oh my, the ghost still haunts the rest of my life
I cannot go back reminisce and picture
Where I’ve been into what extent I’ve delved
That after the euphoria I deemed loose
This thing now sometimes controls me.
Though I still believed
My strength, my imagination explored
As if my crush was so imminent uncontrollable
Yet this feeling of resistance maybe futile
That this time deluged redoubled in mine.
Through many actions in my defense
Though limited this hollow surely would made
Merry making devoid of spirit I have become
Tells me witness of weakness to my mistake
That the least would suffered in me.
The uncommon now dominates
It should matter my heart poundings never lie
The roaring shadow of death likened a stopped engine
As I go up and down the hills, forth and there
This sudden end of my exhaust smoked.
How soon this fighting machine
Been suffering from waterless and oil-less damage
And to sorry, somehow Godlessness determines me
I’m guilty of the scream my lost love
As restless would not deny me an ultimate.
Would you think the fight would have been worthwhile
This acumen is deeply rooted opt quell alas restive
When I got all I stood what is left resist the elusive
No amount of soldiery means shall have been derived
However, the expectation is high nevertheless divide.
No more but flaws, no flowers and chocolates
What is left in us is marked in a marbled niche
And sad this rewind so become strong restive
Something so much commands very strong is evasive
A restful coolness surrounds me.
Make it brief as I cannot breathed no more
But that the knowing pain un-describable
Fortnight when the dawn slowly rose
My resentful everything It would have gone remorse
And my lifeless remains disdain will never revive
…and never have hived!
so easy to speak of suffering and love
so instead we'll speak of
the one body many minds problem
it is the wisdom of pain
vs. the wisdom of pleasure
vs. the wisdom of extinction
the greater the risk the greater the risk
I flunked out of school school
so my dice are perpetually on the fly
presently writing the final flaming chapter
you will recall from your history texts
that there is a describable form of data
which controls the description of all other data
which is shining above like the Milky Way
you can pet my hump now
then a voice booms out
from everywhere at once
with an intensity that is preposterous
preposterous now there's a word
that needs no introduction
marry into money son
don't Van Gogh that ear son
get the best set of maps
your set of maps can provide son
that finishes our emergency broadcast
it's all in post production special effects
lots of zoom in and out simultaneously
plane to plane projection the pure stuff
none of that cheap point to surface
no sir not for my minions of desecration
the evidence is way too flimsy
to change the modern direction anyhow
then I did some number crunching
and took a ride on Godzilla's foot
loaded my pants with explosives
took out two day shift checkout aisles
and a Starry Night mall fountain mosaic
before they punched my ticket
drugged gagged and bound
thrown at the jury's unwashed feet
BTW the sickness of modern society
is in fact the previous society
but the reasons for not writing
are the same reasons for writing
we'll come up with something
every night is karaoke night
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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Nameless, the feeling
describable
only
in picture
The scene
EMBLAZONED
on yr retina, the morning
A dock, a rock, the setting sun
bark slap whrrr laughlaugh
chooooord
and
silence.
Four desks are pushed together
and four kids titter as the teacher walks by
I whisper to my friend something secret
CUT IT OUT
BACK TO WORK
bellows the teacher
and
silence.
Furious scribbles of self-pity after the Algebra test
a note dropped in Her locker.
No response
and
silence.
A thousand live trees rise all around me
each leafdrop of dew recorded for all time
captured in a pen’s snapshot
alone and happy and one with the universe
I embrace
the
silence.
It was indeed a September morning
and most memorable; So unlike any
before or after. I remember the
PLACE, coming upon a hill on a
famous California highway as the
sunlight began to light up my day.
So fitting also was a SONG to go
right along with the mood and the
workday morning. September Morning
was the song. That morning, that
beautiful song, belonged to me.
Yes, that treasured moment was
a gift from God, never forgotten.
September is my birth month, and
I love it in describable ways; Ways
for example, that I believe resemble
myself. A BRIDGE between the
troubled waters of Summer and
the freezing icy days of Winter.
I'd like to think that my life
has been and is a bridge enabling
a few others to get across the obstacle
courses of life. Like September, not only
am I a bridge but also a COOL BREEZE; one
to cool a few heated humans who otherwise
would not cope.
Like September, I also am one who anticipates
a soon-to-be-realized HARVEST time and prepares
to GATHER treasured fruits from the hard labors
of Spring and Summer.
All of God's creatures have been placed here for
a purpose. My prayer shall gladly be, "O Lord,
may you always allow me to be someone's BRIDGE,
someone's BREEZE, a HARVESTER of the fruits of life,
and a GATHERER of the good.
. Beautiful brown eyes
Bridging your soul to mine
Smooth silky light caramel skin
Glistening with sweetness and purity within
A smile that could warm the heart on the coldest day
Warmth and passion radiates the beauty from your face
Versatile stylish hair…long, short, afro, curls or twists
Eloquent, classy, beautiful, sexy all falls short in your presence
There are no words comparable or even describable that could ever be used
God’s blessing, an angel’s melodic song, or Christmas morning bliss are respectfully you
Her mind
Reveling like
A sea of glass
As a crystal
Pondering
As deep as a well
With a satire way
About her, with
A touch of
Babylon
Love dwelling with
Irresistible ways
Sassy speech with
Spirited walk
Eyes rich and deep
Blue as the ocean
As two, two carat
Diamonds sparkling
Lips a deep ruby red
Body UN-describable
As I awake from the passed
She stands in front of me
Aged in years gray hair
Unchanged through my eyes
(Fiction mine split long ago lol)
When one is mostly idle;
Laziness is one's idol:
Things are stopped in the middle;
To use your time you fiddle...
The idle hears out riddle
But feels not its sharp needle
It's a voice that can tweedle
And - watch it - feet that diddle
He can't hold horse's bridle
And while walking not sidle;
Surely can read the Bible
And try the describable
But won't any verse scribble...
On that point choose to dribble.
He was invisible to the human eye or so it appeared
until the energy of the sun pulsed upon my shoulder
Suddenly His radiant face illumined my sight,
and it was then that I felt the power of His blessed light,
and that un-describable feeling that said,
"You are not alone"
He whispered in my ear "receive the stars"
and off I went to deliver the healing, miles away from home ;
Days when by and then one day I received a phone call,
"I don't what I did to deserve this but all I know, is I am healed"
"By the Grace of God and His Holy Angels" I added.
Never underestimate the ability of an Angel to make you whole again.
Be it physical, emotional, mental or spiritual,
once an Angel has wrapped their wings around you,
all you can do is say "thank you" and then add, " Amen"
I can see that The Holy Bible
Has not Good Words it kept for Libel:
Whoever has been badly defamed
To not feel like Our Lord ‘The Profaned’
I sort of spot in Holy Bible
The Faces of Men that did it scribble;
One or Two free with their emotions,
The Rest Inclining to God’s Notions …
I reckon The Forgiveness Command
Wants to Man confine to Mercy Land
And that it is a Grim Injunction
That brooks no Audacious Infraction …
A Sad Mathematics in Bible:
Christ’s stated Seventy Times Seven,
To the Aggrieved quite describable
In terms of An Unfeeling Heaven …
The Hard-kicking portions of Bible
Are its Ever Scary Hell Fires
Which their Happy Writers did scribble;
Still guilt after lawyers one hires;
I’d want not The Forgiveness invoked
And dying to hear The Hell revoked.
Love describable in words
Echoes through the sentences
Roses are red and it is about you
The sky is blue and we have love to pursue
Endless and enduring love
Together for all times
A Champagne raise and kisses
Candy for my sweetness
My cherished love for you in glister
Enter in as the door is unlocked
Every embrace is for our love to flourish
I am the Poet across the room
You could be my write
Every hand hold I will know you are my true love
The Stars twinkle romance with our eyes of fascination
Every smile on our faces is joy and blessings
Every candle lit the goodness of us
It’s the passion being love throughout
You are my honest and I am your promise
Together our love is hot and ready to boil
We stand together as one with romantic always on our minds
My Sunshine and I am the blue skies
Crystal clear, just come closer near
Enchanted our story tail
I love you more than ever
A Poet’s romantic ways
Love will continue every day
Year in and never out
Love you Baby
An enduringly charming singer,
His heard voice did linger,
His conquering kicks of a Ninja,
To The Despairing, a ginger.
Wondrously effusive a singer,
His lyrics a bell ringer
And to millions, their Bliss Bringer:
Losers to the heists of Dead Dillinger.
His rhythms rolled the ball of God Wingers,
The strings of his guitars plucked by practised fingers.
Every handed Grammy,
For his doted - upon mummy,
Some of the songs he did tailor,
For his Elizabeth Taylor.
For the most part doubly likeable,
And a character quite believable,
Save for the wanton plastic surgeries,
Describable in terms of body forgeries…
It had to be a Virgo’s tinkering with one’s health,
In same willing to sink unthinkable wealth.