Best Method Poems
Simple Mathematics, really.
To eliminate one component
To solve a problem quickly.
I’ll form the problem into a manageable state,
By easily eliminating an unwanted variable.
Now, just what variable to eliminate?
First, I will multiply the X by two.
That’s the first step. Done, I feel fine.
I will multiply the Y too.
Now, I add my X plus X.
My Y plus Y.
That was to make sure it checks.
Now here’s the predicament (easy my shoe!)
This is my problem,
And a real head-scratcher too!
The equation adds up nicely
And the X and Y are simplified.
But, how do I eliminate my algebra homework
Precisely?
Eye control darkness
Standing in creek consciousness
Eye pain portal
Me maladjusted myalgia
Hyposyncratic virilence
It tick, me tick
Bit me
Me sick
Loads shells, no click
Arabic apotheosis shrouded in defamation
Famine lives thru sublimation
Disgorge over the stern of the barge
Decrepid canal lazes with crude afterbirth
Charged with aborted sludge
Stripping the last shreds of life from the shopping carts that pose on the bottom
Fist-nose, lymphnodes spliced with tar
Near here the fear steers clear from afar
The fetid bargeman stalks the scape defiled
Drapes his rape on the nape of the last paedophile.
If I found I had to search for a needle in the hay,
I would certainly choose to do so on a summer's day.
I wouldn't want it in a hay bale, fed to a hungry horse.
So I must find that sharp needle, and I know that, of course.
I can only search that haystack, a little at a time.
So I must have a big ladder, upon the top to climb.
When I've looked at that first handful and no needle I've found,
I will carry needleless handful to a piece of ground.
There I will start another haystack with handful of hay
That I have searched for needles on this bright and sunny day.
As one of the hay piles lessens, the other starts to grow.
I am sure one has no needles, of other I can't know.
When I've looked at every piece of hay in that big hay stack,
And even through the pieces that were left in the hayrack,
And tedious task is ended, if that needle I don't find
After all else has been driven from out my fevered mind,
I surely will be fussed and not at my cheeriest best
If I should find that missing needle in an unfinshed vest.
As we solve mysteries
of yesterday’s magic,
new mysteries unfold.
At 1st, Words On Words ...
Engage Exceptions,
Uncertainty Opened,
Tension, Thought,
Comprehension, Insights Discovered,
Fresh Paradigm Apprehension !
And All Started,
With the Ramchal's Call for Dialectic Investigation
Wrong with sin...
Are you crazy!
Jesus missing!
About to fall into delusions?
Threatened sanity
Mom enemy?
Overwhelmed by video games
Jail?! Institution?!
Life still challenge
study rules
read poems
read again
and again
idea comes
virtual paper
keyboard
write
edit
edit again
per usual
consider burning
edit more
tweak rule
wtf
burn rules
no hair left
to pull out
finally post
edit again
muse maybe
publication
send off
and wait
and wait
probable
rejection
edit hope
burn hope
still
bald
Hypothesis:
Hurt is
Whether you want it
Or not
Experimental Design:
In whatever a day is
And while appearing sane
I will work my way through
One bottle of drugstore scotch
One nickel bag of back alley weed
One 10-year-old’s scrip of Ritalin
Results:
Scotch hurts
And I want a dime of weed
And a grown-up’s scrip for Vicodin
Conclusion:
Hypothesis proven -
But damn
I don’t care anymore
Morpheus's Method
Two pills to choose from
quickly one must think.
One, with Morpheus shall remain
the other, one must drink.
Blue is one, it is the ice that freezes you
into the life of a blind and deaf mule.
Red is the other, it ignites the fire within
and becomes that fire's fuel.
Only one may be swallowed.
The importance of choice, you must see.
Blue, causes continued blindness
and red, sets the mind free.
This is the method of Morpheus
used in a search, so long ago begun.
Until Morpheus finally freed the man,
who would become, The One.
The One, who would see in green code
and bring things broken, to mend.
The One, who took the beginning
and introduced it to the end.
Meth, my cruel mistress, you had me in your grasp
With every hit, I felt a rush, my reality began to lapse
You promised me euphoria, but all you brought was pain
You took my life, my family, my friends, my everything, in vain
I was a slave to your power, couldn't break free from your hold
My body and mind, you consumed, my spirit you had sold
I lost myself in your grip, my soul began to decay
But I refused to give up, I knew I had to find a way
With every failed attempt, I fell deeper into the abyss
But I refused to let you win, I knew I had to persist
I reached out for help, and slowly I began to see
That I was stronger than your grip, and I could break free
The withdrawals were brutal, my body ached and screamed
But I knew it was just a small price to pay, to fulfill my dreams
I fought through the cravings, the temptations, the pain
And with each passing day, I began to regain
The person I once was, before you took over my life
I found joy in simple things, like the sunrise and the night
I reconnected with my loved ones, who never gave up on me
And I knew I was on the right path, finally, I was free
Meth, you may have had me once, but I am no longer your slave
I have beaten your grasp, I have broken free from your cave
I am stronger, wiser, and I will never look back
For I have overcome you, and I will never again fall off track
To those still in your grip, I offer you my hand
I know the struggle, I understand
But know that you are not alone, and you too can break free
Just believe in yourself, and the person you can be
Meth, you may have thought you had me, but I have won
I am a survivor, and my journey has just begun
I will not let you defeat me, for I am stronger than you
And I will continue to fight, until my life is through.
demons ride her bones
while she shrieks till her teeth hurt --
pain being pleasure
There is method in the madness,
for the record there's a black mist fogging my judgement.
I'm Jogging my memory, making adjustments.
Flogging therapy wondering where the rush went...
It comes and it goes.
Like a run from the nose.
Sniff back, its numb when it snows.
A chemical romance like the pill.
Medically enhanced atleast until... the drug wears off.
Was it love?
A glimpse of forever in f
leeting moments.
Getting so high just to fall, repeating moments.
Like de ja vu. I pray for you.
Let us feel what it is for more than a day or two.
They say he allready made a way for you.
Its all about choices, are ya skies grey or blue?
That choice isn't yours to make or do!
So take it as it is..
The method
to my madness
Isn't a method
at all.
It's equal parts
of sadness,
drugs,
and alcohol.
Stop the go around
Game untitled in the main
Clouds all speaking same
Main core
Sunshine
Peeking then abounding through
worth looking up in wonderment
Fail proof
Spending time in downs
Looking up
Clearing Showing right stuff
Clouds are needed
Just as God says
Some dark bathes the way
Through all creation
Truth spray
The Poet’s Method
Seducing the world with his knack of chosen words that are spoken by
intellectuals of his time to spread his message to the world
Inspiring the world with his knowledge of all subjects of life
Merging his views with others to be heard by the world
Beautifying all words by transforming them into a river of a universal oneness
Conjuring up new topics to write about, through never-ending strenuous hours and
hours of preparation, execution, creating, and destroying, through thoroughly
revising and editing until he is quite certain that everything is perfect.
Tediously examining each chosen word to make sure that the chosen ones are the
best way of expressing his conveying purpose.
Explosively linking alliteration, personification, illusions, and allusions with disastrous
melodies full of wordplays, rhymed with an unnatural mixture of intentional
chaotic order, blended in with a perfect, powerful, and lyrical poetic-prose
Creating masterpieces that illustrate the beauty of nature with words
Glorifying the sad reality that everything living must eventually die
Prophesying about the metaphysical realms outside of this world
Uniting imagination and experience together to make his works recognizable by the
reader