Best Permutations Poems
the blood has turned to red sand
I look at the shape of my hands
and wonder about the day
when they, too, will revert back
to the red sands I marched upon
as a youth
on the table the grapes shine
with the afternoon sun
and shadows of the day draw long
and indistinct
as I look for some semblance of
the shadow that was mine
it's not that I'm dying
it's that everyone is dying
the graveyard is full of plastic bags
caught in the trees
fluttering a song in the breeze
the skeletons wearing rags
the crust of the earth yawns, simpers
content to be so saturated with the radiation
from our fragmented thoughts
that spill forth and spend
not a nanosecond
waiting for a response
centripetal force has drawn me here
and as I draw in
resembling an empyrean tortoise
I feel the oxygen that was once used by
someone I loved near the event horizon
now inflating my lobes
cold tea for made from shade trees
the apex of the womb has
moved to an invisible location
that's on a precise point upon a
tangled glove-compartment map
the road to higher skies
I suppose you may mystify yourself
in the wake of a near collision
as everything coils up around your talus
the pleasantries emanating from your lips
meant something
in a parallel universe
a little girl wants her ball back
and the dogs say
come and try to get it
their hunger makes them piercing observers
the sand needs more red today
as far as they're concerned
Permutations Of Logic
The truth was concealed with many branches
hidden through flossy blossoms unknown roots to be
found holding swings charms and roundabouts from
one single acorn to coax oak and seedlings once more
Hiding hidden going gone oblivious and obviously
sprouting gently again from unexpected twiglets’ bright
side of the sun dark side of the moon meta-morphing
the bigger picture of life offshoots veiled in mystery
Some branches and ramifications were torn crumbled
withered like an epitaph of that epic journey from womb
to tomb a foreplay to afterthoughts hindsight glistening
light playing shadows where candid veracity prevails
The branches were concealed with many truths
hidden through perceptions un-ventured thoughts to be
exposed containing swings and roundabouts from one
singular premise to conclusion and take off once more
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The Truth Was Concealed With Many Branches
08th August 2016
There are many,
with so many,
at so many,
that permutations and combinations are counless,
I am talking about,
people,
their intentions,
and places,
respectively,
now can you comprehend so many,
of permutations and combinations,
and get into maze,
It would be far better,
if you emrged out of this haze,
defined your own set,
and let not confusion,
let you fume and fret.
Permutations Of The Day
Ordered, arranged, delegated, are the exhortations of the day
Orange, red, and the yellows wonder out of orbit
Round out the sun to give it colors
Bursting parameters of circles
Gray, charcoal, born blue, become the rain
This day rolls in thin with a hint of mist
Determined to hold back the tears in clouds
In light of pure perplexity it retains a heavy burden
The sky will open when in the mood
Cry when clouds become too much to handle
Fade in silence that remains in natural selection queues
In the permutations of the day
Seasons
the Earth's rotations
the Earth's revolution
Seasons
the full moon
the half and crest moon
the moon's revolution.
Industrial revolution
man's achievement
Industrial revolution
Earth's doom
Industrial revolution
Man's demise
Man's gain, Oxygen's loss
Environment's loss
Carbon's gain
Green House gases
Ozone's nemesis.
(Written on the 20th of March, 2015)
Flash floods, prolonged droughts
Ozone's nemesis
Excessive heat, extreme cold
Ozone's nemesis.
Every tree felling
Is Oxygen's loss
Is Carbon's gain
Ozone layer depletion
Humanity losing out
In the end game.