This is the case of the boy who never was
Then we can’t extrapolate from nothing because
Nonexistence leads to non-existence
And you can’t have naissance by non-naissance
Seems a futile pursuit (remember the zoot suit?)
Zero + zero always equals zero, it can’t be any clearer
So, you must borrow from something (or Someone)
To create your own Frankenstein monster
To go from a test tube to the boob
From suckle to the boy that is
Or from coitus in the dark
To pushing a stroller in the park
We are partakers in life
And yes, we make things in life
But we have not created ex nihilo
Created from the point of zero
God decides how many sand grains
Come from Abraham’s loins
There is generational nepotism on God’s heart
But if someone doesn’t exist, he can’t be part
Why? Because of the laws of nature
Why didn’t God make machines
Instead of human beings?
When God sets molecules in motion
We should heed the notion
That all life (that has life) is a gift
We must wait until God creates
The boy (or girl) that never was
Extrapolate before it is too late,
Before you go on a date,
Before you get out an extra plate,
Before you decide not to participate,
And find yourself surrounded by hate,
When you could have voiced a way
for it to dissipate.
Write myself in this poem?
Like my own magazine with pictures of me.
Everlasting.
Weird poetry.
If I wrote down my own name?
It might turn me into a lily pad to hop onto.
Let my hair down into the words.
Let the door burst open with me and my notepad.
Extrapolate.
Expand what I know about being in a poem.
Plaid patterns and I like them.
Twitching and don’t feel anything.
Except pages.
Pen and ink of mine.
Write myself in this poem?
I’d have to be myself in a river or swamp.
Write myself in this poem?
I’d have to be…
A croaking toad.
Just for now.
You ask me how to become great?
Allow me a moment to extrapolate.
Eliminate the things in your life that are fake.
What remains, your authentic self,
Will guide you to be yourself,
Which will reveal that you are great.
There are terms humanity uses, phrases words appear."
To communicate emotions, in aim of clarity, or to help
Verbally in communicating our anxiety, or sense of honour
Even anger, love or fear.' Some terms are formed generically.' Yet others are forged and planned.' To strike
At the spirit, heart and souls of 'right thinking women and
Man' the word ( elites ) is being used to describe indeed
The dregs..' its as dis-informative in the context and concept
Indeed its correction ' must get now on its legs' to
Highlight those of repulsive ways..Who glorify abuse who
Plan nightmares today.' Who facilitate urusry murder and
Greed, who co-opt and co-erce for the basest of needs who
To be validated are willing to do the vilest' the dirtiest things.)
Scum could do.' I find no word low enough.! No term that
Will match.' To the acts of these lunatics and the sick dreams they hatch.' (They call wicked for good) remember
My friend; (2020?) and just extrapolate' then and only things will
Get on the mend!
Any raining of bombs is the first step toward loosing.'
This act must be followed by ground forces.' Terrain
Variations will influence events.! As will populace actions
Among beligerent and invaded parties.' In a brief analysis
' what happened with the English invasion of Ireland?? Long term.!! Bearing in mind 'both nations close proximity'
Then extrapolate that in regards of any conflict with Iran
Or any large middle eastern power.!! Any sane assesment
Screams no!! If Mr Trump is considering any such moves
I advise breaking ties with any force that advocates such.'
Which is most likely an ( n g o ) backed by scoros and co !
As it was in Afghanistan for Russia and the USA and as it
Has been in Syria for Russia..so it will be in a similar war
Let there be peace.' War is counter productive.'
It is not too late,
To learn how to extrapolate,
As your ideas may not resonate,
With those who see the future state,
Of things, if your ideas are allowed to eventuate,
With no time to contemplate,
What could end up on our plate.
Dim light
sun rays reflecting
through the window glass
casting shadowy images dancing along the walls,
early morning residue of the night
where hopes and dreams survive
immovable from mind and heart
eluding the memories of the soul;
kindred spirits reawakened
cluttering up the memory
held snug, safe within each memento
those I gave you, the ones you gave to me;
angels chanting
of Christmases, birthdays out of time
cascading flowers fallen petals, dried
pressed within a card, a book, a bible;
secured in this sanctuary
of silenced hymns and unanswered prayers
grateful for what was, what is
between two friends, companions, lovers in the night;
Extrapolate what you may imagine
conjure up
your pseudo images
to all that was and could have been,
here
kept safe, protected,
sheltered forever
in the memory room.
Articulate,
Becoming,
Circumnavigate,
Discerning,
Extrapolate,
Finishing,
Graduate,
Hoping,
Inaugurate,
Joking,
Karate,
Loving,
Mitigate,
Needing,
Operate,
Praying,
Quadruplicate,
Reaping,
Summate,
Trying,
Ultimate,
Vetting,
Workmate,
Xeroxing,
Zoning.
If I had to choose one above all others apart from Loving it would be extrapolate because to be able to extrapolate gives one a chance to see what is likely to happen further down the road if nothing changes.
If you can motivate,
If you can articulate,
If you can stimulate,
If you can assimilate,
If you can fascinate,
If you can extrapolate,
If you can tolerate,
If you can decorate
If you can investigate,
If you can mitigate,
If you can regulate,
If you can demonstrate,
If you can clean a slate,
If you can stay up late,
If you can refuse to capitulate,
If you can increase the pass rate,
If you can control your heart rate,
If you can manage when your pay is late,
Then teaching you should contemplate.
Love, Hope, Forgiveness.
Patience, Humility, Empathy.
Resilience, Beauty, Humanity.
Extrapolate, Calculate, Evaluate.
Reciprocal, Communicate, Team.
Adventure, Playfulness, Spontaneity.
Sharing, Caring, Contributing.
Listening, Whispering, Changing.
Ecology, Well-being, Frailty.
Accepting, Unique, Character.
A brook cascades daintily extant
~ flowing gayly heart’s incited joy
Meandering, nestles on Peace
~ quivering restraints strain ‘n squirm
Breaking-bank, careens downwards
~ extols faith’s grim heart-bomb
Undulating, veering waves extrapolate
~ Yonder’s zooming blue-adieu
Sojourns, so-longs, traversing under veils
~ weathering wry extremes
Heart’s incessant journey keels love’s mainland
~ new opaque's reach...
(10/7/21 For 'Islands in the Stream' contest)
I always felt like I wanted it all over;
No feelings; No heartbeat;
Then I saw you,
and you flipped every single switch inside;
Just like that, I felt alive;
Extrapolate a reason
why I had to find you when I did;
When all I wanted was for everything to end;
You’re an enigma;
I wasn’t looking to be raised;
Exhumed,
in a thousand subtle ways;
Just let me go if you don’t want me
to where I was on my way to;
Extrapolate a reason
why I had to find you when I did;
When all I wanted was for everything to end:
You’re an enigma;
I keep a bouquet of dead roses
holding petals of memories
frozen in time;
I have scars from their thorns,
wrapped tightly around my mind;
Extrapolate a reason
why I had to find you when I did;
When all I wanted was for everything to end;
So help me to decipher;
I can’t stop until I solve you,
until I understand your enigma.
Poetry is not a repeating phrase
totally limiting your unlimited mind,
Soullessly following another’s rules
knowingly pushing your thoughts aside;
Celebrate what’s inside of you
extrapolate your soul’s unique dance;
Elevate that inner rhythm
create your own perfect cadence.
Let our pristine attention in stillness slow
Abide in the void between our eyebrows
And there thus remain
Unstained
With practice we may extrapolate
Silently contemplate
That the same void is in every chakra
In each cell in fact exists this enigma
To retain poise
We lessen noise
Choosing any body coordinate as of preference
With propels void meditation without thought interference
Thoughts seek to befool
But using imagination as a tool
In the vibrant void unbound
Shiva Himself is found!
10-September-2020
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