This "March of Madness" men make,
Mostly meant to Minimize Momentum,
Must mean our "Maker" made...
"Molecular Miscalculations!".....(DNA + OCD) = SOS
Why be concerned with transparency
People are blind, they really can’t see
With distortion and illusion in the word today
And bias and lies in what people say
Just be who you are, one of a kind
The truth will totally blow their mind
They’ll be so confused trying to figure you out
Their miscalculations will still leave them doubt
They’ll still try to mold you and make you conform
For uniqueness to them is the start of a storm
The fullness of creation will never be complete
If we all march together to one single beat
No one can truly know all of another
The closest possibility would be one’s mother
It was if they were begging for destruction when
they tried to cage immortal souls
Silently stoking his internal fire only brought to the
surface his bitter cold
They were unaware of the binding of their own hands
to something that was never meant to break
They added links to the chain with every action that
ultimately lead to the sealing of their fate
Though his darkness was overwhelming they couldn't
stop themselves from seeking his light
His mesmerizing words just drew them deeper into an
abyss darker than night
They were drunk on the power of their illusions &
deluded by lies they surely cast
Intoxicated by the stories of who he was & the mirage
of things of the past
Full of regret they tried to retreat after observing
their miscalculations
It was too late to turn around for they had sparked
his ire & tried his patience
In the end it was their souls that had been lost as they
stood surrounded by bitter angels
The hidden dread of their private moments had them
wishing they had taken a different angle
If i take you out of the equation i have me
If you take me out of the equation you have you
But the problem is still the same
No matter how you draw it out
All the miscalculations
All those miscues
The equation of us is at a stand still
You and i all we equal is no communication
The math problem of our life has no long division
No multiplication no addition
Only subtraction
Always divided
Is there a common denominator
There was when we begin
But now it feels like an end
Where is the true solution
Where is our fraction of the whole we are so capable of
Soon we shall see how the numbers and letters will go
In the algebra of our acceptance to move forward.
Dissensions of one's character often
are directed to one's individuality. In one's
thoughts, opinions are the results of miscalculations
and thoughtless misreadings, perceptions of
misinterpreted reason. Why oh why, Why oh why
One can't define nor for cast one's motivation to
misjudge.
Last week, I walked up to a woman,
My arms encircling her un-notified waist,
After stiffly pointing out to some man
His not- funny miscalculations from childish haste…
Only yesterday was trailing after another woman in hilarity
Over her hip-describing shorts
And a not-tall one for a charity,
My eyes her high-heeled shoes giving teasing shots.
All these: grudge-unleashing embarrassment
And in even kangaroo courts, a harassment;
A boulder-large embarrassment, an embrace by the insane
Sincerely acting one’s old acquaintance,
To surely leave one in palpable pain
A creditor for his money breathing open threats of disturbance.
Embarrassment is that a woman could kill for,
Of her gross belittling, exceedingly sure ;
Some wives proceeding on hunger strike
Until the sadists their husbands join them to dislike.
Squarely, a pitying of self while wallowing in shame,
A never ever feeling the same
With a shovelful of agitation
For the deliberate intimidation,
Sufferers carelessly freeing the lock to Violent Reaction
On the spot, denied the Shock Absorber for humorless action.
Mask politicizing
Mass Covid-19 deaths
Math is far from fuzzy
Multiplying numbers
Miscalculations? Nope.
Many costly mistakes
Madness, complete madness!
Pleiades Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Joseph May
Date written: 10/05/2020
Traces of errors - demarcate my past mistakes - I could not erase.
While perfectionists - are gluttons for misery - hints they can't redeem,
like beaches, victims - left barren of memories - surging waves stroked clean.
I welcome the sight - of my miscalculations - to refine my trace.
Unhesitantly - why seak perfection with one stroke!? - Far better to strive.
With pencil in hand - I raise my blunt graphite sword - better live, than die.
by,
Martin Braun
3/25/2020
Another One Down
And another one bites the dust.
Marriage.
My friend, my neighbor, the lady next door,
Rampant miscalculations of being too nice,
two people that complain, endlessly.
She does not do enough.
I have not had “any” in weeks.
I work all the time.
What do I show for it?
When do I get my due?
These are the words,
That he would spew.
She did the dishes,
She worked two jobs,
She got the kids to school,
What a fool…
She made dinners,
and kept appointments,
made small talk with your mom,
who hates her.
Yet… She does (did) not do enough.
I wanted, need(ed) more.
I wanted my feet rubbed, twice each night.
I wanted someone to bring my dinner in the chair.
When my plate is empty, I want more…
I want her to fill it,
and every need,
that I can think of,
until,
I feel…
loved,
enough.
I am “first” not last, I am the husband.
I am the King of everything.
I sit alone in my new apartment.
“Why… is she mad at me?”
Red roses bleed...you just can not see it...
Miscalculations and moments of self-assertion
These mistakes, I wish I learned the first time
Abating in my conceit with obvious wounds to show
A battered and bitter human but less off a being
Inward and beyond, a lack of will rest in the void
No righteous fury to arise and truly feel alive
Inward and beyond, I am not whole- Trace back the symptomatic scares
They tell the tale of a troubled trance
Docile to my own demise
But now, with audacious hands over my eyes I let the darkness inspire
A sight for all sore eyes exposed to artificial light
Forced immolation, polish the blemishes that tarnish me until I dissipate in my search for divination
I watch the days pass by through transparent walls
It eats away at me to stand so still, we must dispel the benevolent ideas of boredom
You are the journey; failing to experience yourself
Sedated by the government; our attention distracted
A second hand reality priced, contorted, recycled
Life is all a blur,
the hopes, the dreams, the goals
wishes upon wishes whether real or imagined
illusions, intrusions, confusions
love's conquered...love's lost
exhalations, miscalculations, adulations
"life is but a dream"...until it isn't
fragments of thoughts start on lonely highways
tear stained shirts are worn on the edge of night
time capsules are buried at the end of the byways
whether decisions were wrong or right
in the blink of an eye
life rushes across the stage to hit its mark
and plays in every scene
squanders and excepts every emotion's outcry
etched in the face... until the curtain drops
and the lamplights turn dark and spent
leaving the sweat of time dripping upon the ground
left to vanish in recollected lament
of how quick it all was
4/27/18
" life is but a dream" song row row row your boat
Every earlobe ever pierced, minus non-pierced lobes, without exception
Quantified by head size, quality of piercings, and variety of earrings worn
Under ultraviolet light, utilizing reflective space, sound waves and distance
At appropriate intervals, measuring cut, clarity, carat, color and character
Totaling to a six figure sum, then divided by US bonds withdrawn from IRA
Increase the risk of screaming in agony, up to, but not more, than 50 decibels
On an operatic stage, bursting glass objects, as per fat lady singing, wherein
Numerical miscalculations of damage, therein, must be subtracted from the
Sum, so that all of said variables will not exceed the confusion of the bystander.
Written on 3/9/2016
The team's fans had lofty expectations.
They were squelched by your miscalculations.
The trades you made provided no improvement.
The team's performance was a bitter disappointment.
Your boys lost some games to mediocre teams.
That caused inability to fulfill some dreams.
A smooth road to travel proved to be rough.
The team's owner said he had seen enough.
You were let go before the end of the season.
Missing the playoffs was the ultimate reason.
Your tenure in Philadelphia is now through.
Wherever you go, may there be better luck for you.
Forget your forgetfulness
Forget your faults
Forget your bewilderments
Forget your misgivings
Forget your follies
Forget your missteps
Forget your miscalculations
Forget your errors
Forget your foolishness
Forget your shenanigans
Forget your goofs
Forget your flubs
Forget your craziness
Forget your senselessness
Forget your blunders
Forget your nonsense
Forget your howler
Forget your madness
Forget your monkeyshine
Forget your witlessness
Forget everything that is causing you stress
Forget all
Forget and let live
Yes!
Only angry about the stupidity of my
Forefather's miscalculations and
Now living within an archaic formulae
This makes me undulate as a situation
Spins new dna
Onto phantasmagorical
Fingertips whilst attempting connection
Maybe in the hopes of singing with pure diapragm
Yes
Deep throat and lung vibrations
Make the multitudes sway in rhythm
Can the cans
Come on those worthy
Spill into the arroyo with spit laden lips
Shine like the corona splitting atoms
Never forgotten
Energy moving in pure elucidation might mean
Dogs on the highway
Fog on the bypass entrance
Songs from deep inside the limbic meaning a breath of
Freshly ground thought has some validity
I remember the women of my life
I recall the spectral moments so that
I retract no statements
Other than those
That brought out the gray
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