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Confusion is all that we had ever known
To be honest, we never had anything
But when we were together
It felt like I had everything
You lived right down the street from me
But all you offered were excuses to me
I could feel it, that things had changed
But I still wanted to believe that I mattered anyways
You were doing your own thing
No time for me
Though I had loved you all of those
Little times in between
I used to pray
That maybe some day
We could be something more
Than just waves crashing on an abandoned shore
Just like the ocean
Receding, repeating
Had depth, yet in areas, shallow
Naive, I didn't know that love
Required balance on both ends
Unaware of the dangers in the sea
That I could love a man
But the man didn't have to
Reciprocate love to me
It used to secretly drive me crazy
All of the things I've never told you
So many things were changing in my life
When I just wanted one second to hold you
If you wanted me to forget about you
Then you should have told me to try
Because I had held on so tightly
And didn't even know why
Eventually I left what I had so desperately wanted
In pursuit to find something better
If you hadn't missed me when I was there
Why would I expect you to miss me ever
It's not worth the wait
Don't hold out your love for anyone
Who is not worth the chase
Or who won't even take the bait.
You deserve better than to be tortured by love.
Worry me no longer,
dry the dripping tears,
set aside the anger
cast away the fears.
Persecute me no longer,
with your wicked slapping tongue
stop drowning me in your agony
for I am way too young.
Stop your stupid crying fits,
Don't you fall apart
stop building all those dreadful walls
open up your blackened heart.
Quit looking at your reflection,
You're not perfect, you never were
just love yourself once again
take the bait, bite the lure.
Please, stop your pity party,
forget that they don't see
listen to your inner strength
Stop, and wake up me!
Jessica Thompson-5/19/14
Father, I'd hear your whispered voice, "Let's go fishing?"
Away, we'd go, always on sunny pleasant days.
Together, you and I, hiked down through
Heavy tall green sedge and rapid flapping of wings.
Early morning towards the pl-ashy
Riverbank, on a cloud of silence. There was no
Such thing as time, when waiting for fish to take the bait.
Dad, the sun rose and went down
As you gave us strength. You were and are the
Yoke of love that always keeps us together.
5/12/2021
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I had heard that the professor from Xanadu was a bit eccentric.
Try eclectic, pink kangaroo corrected me. I screamed for my muse.
Trixie did not arrive right away. She has a distorted sense of humor.
She teases me with weird creatures which do not belong in my head.
They pop up in a most wondrous way. Ha! I am kidding of course.
This Neanderthal kangaroo was poking around in her own pouch.
Why me? I asked. Are all muses this inventive and peculiar?
Whomp! Something large and awkward jumped on my back.
My muse Trixie sometimes hires assistant muses to help torment me.
One muse is not enough to torture me I guess? This was a gigantic yeti.
I yelled “Trixie!. The yeti mimicked me. My anger so deep it was tangible.
Just what I needed, an abominable snowman with a mean streak.
Let me guess, a snickering voice said from the corner of the bookshelf.
“Your poems are questionable tonight, and you are blaming me.”
I saw the yeti wink at her, so I did not take the bait.
Her participation in my next poem is solidly questionable now.
Daylight breath in my face
like primrose blooming in spring
sending fumes all over the place
and I opened my mouth and gasp for breath
I twist and turn a dozen times
before I could drag myself out of bed
but I made one final leap and toss
the pillow in the street
and break the sleep deficit spell
That was hanging over my head since
President Bush sold the golden bed
Morning suddenly rushed through the door
like mad men smoking weed
on the barren shore, no one
was there except me with a stack
of paper piled up in front of me
and the portraits of history staring at me
I paced around the floor looking
for a solution before I walk through the door
but the remedy was wrapped up in premonition
and baseless prophecy and so I had to
Search for my own remedy
I can get more done with less
and I can get less done with more
and so I finally figure out how to
steer the boat without an engine
for that is what life is about
Take the bait and run before the day is done
Take the bait and run because we are going to have
fun, you set the bait to humiliate me,
and to drag me down from the tree
but I will turn it upside down and spin my body
around and eat it for my daily meal.
Come let me show you something, you see that
mountain over there, that is where I been, I have
traveled the heights and depth of that wall
and you see the tree next to it,
it is still standing tall
I have flew over that great big ocean,
filled with blood thirsty sharks
that was coming after me when we made
the final splash down in the sea
and I escape it all by climbing the mountain
that has a tunnel that runs beneath ocean floor
and the villagers came and rescue me
and now I am free, I have cleared all my debt
and I don’t have to fret.
my people can go anywhere and they don’t
have to fear for my debts are cleared
Take the bait and run and look straight into the sun
And the symbol will tell you where to run.
I have found the light and happy I am
Its the Lamb I trust
It must be all the forgotten lust
I have to take to the heavens
Been writing poetry since I was eleven
Been working on selflessness and being pure
Worried about the future as we his Exodus
This is my life it has no price
I am on the road see through God anything is possible
No relapse to the old me, But I have to admit
Its hard watching everyone else fall to hell's bells
while I am in the book of Life because I've already been scared straight
I wont take the bait
To hate its like being locked in a crate
God always gives me a clean slate
Not to be irate but I am always up late awake
saying a prayer for my little brother
Cracking the safe code to his little heart
All of us are screaming glory to the universe
While the devils rain cloud trembles with sweat
I wont let him get to me God says I am free
Just call me a solder of the cross
Gods the boss and he says I can do this.
I've tried to tell you you’ve got bad halitosis
When you open your mouth folk can’t fail to notice!
The stench of your putrid dog breath I simply abhor
Just use a toothbrush before you head out the door!
I’ve dropped subtle hints but you don’t take the bait
I even left you mouthwash when you had a blind date!
Last Christmas I gave you some soap on a rope
It’s still in its box; so I’ve just given up hope!
If you use a deodorant perhaps you’d then get hired
Your personal hygiene leaves so much to be desired!
The impression you give is that you’re a total slob
It’s no wonder that employer’s won’t give you a job!
You claim that you’re happy with the ‘caveman look’
As your landlady I’m telling you to go sling your hook!
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8/10/18
4. Quantum Superposition
. A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured
Are humans waves or particles?
Even an entire human being, under the right conditions, can act like a quantum wave. If we can define it, we can quantify just how “wave-like” a particle or set of particles is.
I count the magnificent moons
in my stills as I await the phantom voyeur
with stone blue eyes and a fated look, which sets upon me
The one who stirs my soul, measuring me up in coiled silvery spoons
What obsessive observations you must have
not to turn away those piercing eyes
My world stops, my feelings set on and off
Unseen I meander in other spaces
Your eyes are the “switch” without that which
forbids my existence, hence looped are my stills in many places
From the center of life’s probabilities
Spaciously lit across the universe, with bits of me in tow
Collapsed in your arms, we’ve launched our rainbow
Revealing our humanity in the flesh,
in language of mathematician’s music
Riding the unscrupulous waves of light
roaming across all existence,
reverberating ruthless through you, displacing us
Composing are the alchemists and their peers ~
Splitting into a myriad of mirrors
I bare myself to a random reality,
Totality’s filigree, tangling dangling
When you’re not here,
when you’re lost in thought
As the haze spins up and down around me
my world is unseen and the scale’s unbalanced
Showcasing that I’m equally dead as I am alive
Resuscitate me not—please, it’s here that
monotonous music is unheard in this uncertain trapeze
Until eyes of azure translucence are upon,
I cease to exist in fervor, in your zeal
Alive and very real to boot!
I’m gauged like the intrinsic brightness that shines off a star
Until then, am I just a figment of deepest intensity?
By far, humbled to be, take the bait and consummate my reality
Be the glance exigency
Impenetrable eyes of bluest skies I’ve lost sight of you
As a still, until we meet again
I walk along the fare,
I seem to not have a care.
Shadows loom everywhere,
Voices whispering "Beware"
I turn around to see
Who has said that to me.
Not one person is there!
All vanished into air!
Voices whispering "Beware"
Wait who is there?
As I stop to look around,
Nothing... not a sound.
I turn once again,
As the whispers begin.
Still no one there,
Yet I feel your stare.
Though you cannot be seen,
Your presence I still glean.
I know you sit in wait,
Hoping I will take the bait.
I know the reason you hide,
Your evil is known worldwide.
Yet you still want to hunt
Instead of confront.
Voices whispering "Beware"
You try to catch me unaware.
I look again to see
My loved ones surround me.
Just slither back into your hole,
Everyone knows your dark soul.
I will always know you are there,
For the voices whisper "Beware"
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
She walks in silence, like a lapping wave
drowned in chastity and flooded with rave
holding dear and tight her very beauties
denying all her gems and rubies.
Her powers disabled under the spell
the flame in wouldn’t break out of its shell.
Tempted to trace a humming call of fate
allured but reluctant to take the bait.
The strings of her heart lost their pitch and tone
the clutches of mind hurting to the bone.
Untraceable are the paths to no end
unable to soul unself and ascend.
She walks in silence, like a gliding breeze
fervent rising prayers brought her to her knees
seeking the blessings of grace, peace and love
if only her pain she could rise above.
Nameless beauty would dissolve in her womb
Her wounds.. sins she would carry to her tomb.
Inspired by “She Walks In Beauty” Lord Byron (George Gordon)