By 12
By 12 I was
fully grown. My height was
the envy of
the short arses in
my classes. I wasn’t a
porker like
some ... I was
spared fat jokes. My level of
pituitary activity was, well,
excellent. Hormone increases were
too. Ejaculated more than
most. My secondary sex characteristics gave me
some respect. I was the first in
my class to
break their
voice. My thin mo caused awe in
the hairless. Deductive reasoning was
special. My systematic problem finding the answers to
things had triple the
different possibilities thought about, mulled, prior to
the answers being chosen. I was the king of
abstract thoughts, and that
riddled others with
confusion and
anger. It was easier for me to
manipulate abstract concepts than
concrete ones. Hours on
end I’d get lost in
idealistic contemplation of
hypotheticals until I was
clapped out
of it. I spent a lot of
time lost in
identity formation. I soaked in
everything. Long-term memory
ached. I praised daily the
elaboration added to
encoding strategies. I avoided happily interactions with
most. Opposite-peers I avoided
happily. I was
undateable.
STILL LOST
THEME: MY WISH
There's a aching in my heart
There's no light in my soul
I wish I could find a spark to light me on
"Cause I'm still lost.
Trying to figure it out
To figure a way out for me
But it seems the way has enclouded itself with darkness
Encoding itself with an unsure password
How will I survive?
How will I find a way out?
I will never giveup or surrender
And that is my wish
But my soul can't strive anymore
Nor can it obey the order of the outer one
My soul is just diminishing in weakness
Haaaaaaaaa, I'm still lost; deeply lost indeed.
©?®? Coker Favour Ayomikun
Call it yours, Call it mine,
The tale we wrote was glorifying.
I was a driller ,
Your eyes were the mine.
'Excavated until I could see through them,
The mesmerizing light was the love with shine .
Light wet eyes with high hopes charm,
The cold beat I got when it met mine.
The skipped beat and the heartily terror,
Brought a smile not of fear.
Our eyes were talking mouth hardly said a word,
'Cause it was enough for the bashful us.
Beats were fast I could not resist,
I had them on the first place when you saw me.
But kept them aside so no one will know ,
Stopped saying 'cause no word could rhyme.
The moment was over but I loved the past,
Past was the journal and I could not stop encoding your thought .
All I had was this tale as mine,
And now I stopped cause no word could rhyme.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLCHXfkGOIw
Perhaps if we were to take apart grief as we unravel life
one single moment unstitched pulled out of time
we'd begin to see that death is only a silent passage
and we need not bear the loss alone,
The memories of our coverlet years of love
will drive us home *
Perchance, mayhap, we can take it by the hand like a seer,
"we were born to exist and disappear" said the Mysticeer
and I for one believe that death is the encoding of life;
The silver threads of Mercy are weaved inside God's blanket
big enough to warm each widow, grieving parent, and child
As long as we love well, while we are still here,
death cannot take away our loved ones, nor their time on earth.
In Love And Light, Your Mystic Rose
A dawn arrives bearing message of heart
And pleads with the sun to disperse the fog
And engages the sky to paint its horizon
In orange and pink with shades of crimson
Not much time it has to say what it wants
Before it must leave and pass the baton,
Regret's written in the missive morn carries:
Patient he must be to realize his dream
Confused is he for the words don't match
The celebration he sees in beaming skyline
Evoked by the goodbye of parting aurora
Encoding her passions on rising golden arc
Meet him she will but not till the evening
Not till the sunset elaborates her theme
Painting on blue tapestry lavender imprints
As she readies to decode what romance is
June 7, 2019
HM: Strand choice R contest by Brian Strand
Encoding seven binary digits in length;
Of so these sequences;
All 'dim ones and zeros'
Bits, radices conversions with divisor two;
An electronic device for storing and processing data, typically in binary form, According to
All 'dim ones and zeros'
Instructions given to it in a variable program.
Personal computer or other Wise,PC, laptop, netbook, ultraportable, desktop, terminal;
Makes calculations, especially with a calculating machine
Of so these sequences;
Encoding seven binary digits in length;
dot-dot-dash-dash
More complicated than that
all 'dim ones and zeros'
An electronic device for storing and processing data
Does it really matter
The man who invented the home computer was
Steve Wozniak, known worldwide as 'Woz'
all 'dim ones and zeros'
Woz
The man who designed and built the first Apple computer
10/04/18
for I am the one
within your finite zero
adding us to love
01100110 01101111 01110010 00100000 01001001 00100000 01100001 01101101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01101111 01101110 01100101 00001010 01110111 01101001 01110100 01101000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 01110010 00100000 01100110 01101001 01101110 01101001 01110100 01100101 00100000 01111010 01100101 01110010 01101111 00001010 01100001 01100100 01100100 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110101 01110011 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00001010
...this is the actual Binary encoding of the Haiku, using a binary encoder...cool
Oct.02.2018
all 'dim ones and zeros
Sponsored by: Brahn Bailey
Placed 1'st
[Premiere Contest]
You come into my world
a child of mine
of heart and mind creation
sweetly under my flair
following my soul
tracing my steps
growing to a tremendous wealth
encoding my particles.
Soulless, dry lands
under your sway
strike gold.
In tune with my aches
you turn wild hearing my chuckles
reposing your whole on my chest
waiting for my muse to awake.
Of my grip, now at liberty
you outgrow my rooms
claiming your fame
a world of your own
you set your very rules and truths
pearls of wisdom
you conceive collections
you portray cruelties
Love glorified
Hate on the loose
you shake minds, weaken hearts
souls drift
lose sight and shore
Pain and joy you cause
fear you strike
spells you do break
a sleeping beauty you enchant awake.
Powerful and persuasive as you are
you stir emotions to life and death
your decipherer you bewitch and hypnotise
Renowned for your feats of relief and healing
I am into your world
paradoxically under your flair
you create my world!
August 24th, 2018
I heard it was raining
I saw him sighing
It was my brother, breaking
'Oh', how he was aching
I could not bare him shaking
He made my soul broken
His pain had my brain exploding
It felt as though he was offloading
Everything he said, needed decoding
How I wish he would stop downloading
These words needed encoding.
My brother's pain was upsetting
His tears looked as though he was sweating
I couldn't get what he was saying,
All he did was crying
It look as though he was dying
Nothing I said,was satisfying
I even tried testifying
His face looked horrifying
Jesus he needs purifying.
Fingers pirouetting semi-nimbly on the keyboard
the intermediate ballet course of my muse
encoding the fleeting images and rhythms
before they escape, a joyous outflowing
And from the rough direction of the office,
or perhaps the Throne Room next to it,
a shuffling sound, crinkle, rustle, whoosh
like the printer whirring to life
Identification of the sound brings a chortle of defensive laughter
the cat scraping litter to cover her own joyous outflowing
printing out a good one, like I hope to
my muse dreams in four colorful dimensions;
my poems print in merely two flat, ink-and-papery dimensions
how many dimensions does the cat’s muse touch,
given that she just printed in three-dee living color,
her inspiration complete and satisfying, with no editing?
Again I reflect on the destiny of our efforts
both hers and my ephemeral creations bound for roughly the same fate:
the landfill, eventually, in one form or another,
loved but forgotten
7/24/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
The encoding quill of most men
Will publish sometimes and again
It seems it can think
And does things with its ink
A pen_is is almost a pen
Split decisions dance with time
and as each one intertwines
they align
with the story of God’s design
the medley of your memory trace
promotes your enduring shape
Like fossilized bones
Or data lines on a disk
Each encoding depicts history
And how you created it
If thoughts beget actions
And actions engender waterfalls
And integral
Pieces of your life
Then its up to you to conquer
All your strife
For no one else controls your destiny
Your apex
Or your valleys
Crawl along slowly
Or live for the day
Its almost like Burger King
You can have it your way
Of course there are setbacks
And complications
But each one contains
A valuable lesson
To resolve to evolve and grow
With grace
Never forget to look to coach God
To monitor your pace
Prepare wisely and move along
Just remember this isn’t a sprint
It’s a marathon
What the hell is happening?
Amazing beat
Life endeavors
Gargoyle eyes
A powerful sword
A hungry wolf
A blaze of smoke
Raise the gun
Fire a rocket
Not a bullet
Ultimate encoding
Never again!
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