Quiet quibbles with silence and hushed wind’s quackery.
Have nonsensical need for an ice cold daiquiri.
Chicanery of leafy season, coursing slowly,
before its blustery countermand uplifts wholly.
Monotonous quarrel needs a quaff of arctic air,
an unquestioning brisk of maple burning its flare,
Like brandy, in quiescent afterglow’s flirtation,
ho hum’s quadrant equips me for intoxication.
I’ll not be a crone, with quaking bones, beneath a pad
of sunset quilt. I’ll be cold. I’ll brave it. I’ll go mad
with cacophonous joy, kick the crispy depth of leaves.
Removal of sequacious grin. Broad smile Fall retrieves.
from where I am I see the holy field (I wanted to skip this stage, you know... stop getting impatient whenever I see little yellow flowers on the surface of the earth, never hear again the poisonous distant voice that calls, submit myself once and for all to the depressing hammer of the day and pay more attention to the height of the buildings in this city).
the steep lane and the cypress trees are two, three hundred meters away (this quadrant on the timeline no longer allows you to smile, everything is annoying or irrelevant: children, money, televisions, barking). the holy field would convey calm and peace, if peace and calm reigned in the heart of what they call inside.
going up the lane so many times to say goodbye, one fine day you will be there (let me know if you also immediately imagine the quiet and placid horizontality, gray birds languidly flying over our terminal rectangular geometry, sunny afternoons of a death that has no end).
Is it the irreversibility of the solemn procession as it leaves the chapel or the heartbreaking gravity stamped on the wrapper of that moment that must make you think very carefully before leaving?
thursday night
twenty seven degrees
if you want to know i'm sad
but this is quite normal
because in this quadrant of life
there's a taste of old insomnia
a one way ticket
a meaningless fall
descent dark landscape view
who paved this street already knew
who would walk for it
and what kind of stones to use
to cause maximum agony
Naked pure newborn Eden, unashamed
Soles step intrepid on spongy moss
Quadrant of tropical dapple claimed
Fruits in Winterless heart's emboss
Limbs mingle, indulged by marquee manuevres
Ponder labyrinth piths without hindrance
Sultry poetry compiled among canopy soothing
Canoe traverses untold as fingerprints
22nd April
To Kingsley
1st verse
Unless I'm holding true
if I'm not loving on cue
I cannot function
I lie here with conjunction
woe I cannot fight this
I care as do I miss you
2nd verse
I imagine this almost constant
your words I'm glued to quadrant
though at times they're cruel
I've allowed you to rule
oh I wish I didn't
I love you as a sweet fondant
Chorus
I'm constantly waiting on your arrival
we're not on the same path of survival
I can't even form a sentence
you've got me in repentance
so I'll continue longing
for you my arch-rival
Chorus (repeat)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lR8BaGbOoL8
As I watch the daisies pushing up towards the July sun
I hear a song of joy being sung, for my heart alone
They own an ethereal beauty and innocence that
reminds me of a time when I was young like them
Beautiful are their golden faces, and their stems;
Those majestic trees that spread their leaves so high
remind me of a golden era of wheat and plenitude
strong stocks and verdant greens is all I saw ;
Cascades of sunlight falling like curtains on my willow
leading me to longing for scent of flowers on my pillow
If I could freeze the vision of my yesterdays enmesh
I think I'd frame it with my quadrant mind , alas
everything that lives returns to mother earth
everything that breathes , deserves rebirth
and as I watch the daisies pushing up towards the July sun
I hear a song of joy being sung, for my heart alone.
Our universe is practically hollow space
Our dimension is made of hollow space
Our quadrant is essentially hollow space
Our galaxy is largely hollow space
Our solar system is full of hollow space
Our planet is lined with hollow space
Our structures are hollow space
Our cells are filled with hollow space
Our atoms are all but hollow space
Our fundamentals are waves- just hollow space
Our bodies are of hollow space
Ourselves- created from hollow space
Our Hearts and Minds are hollow space
Tell me, what are you and me?
The muse time travelers fatefully freewill say,
this love of ours was written long ago in the stars
But presently, my earthling feelings
is Venus empty
Got no romantic future happening ...
on another orbital losing spin
Just a tinfoil head man
listening to the upper UV wave band
Alpha Centauri hoping for a constellation prize
Then out of the delta quadrant,
I heard a string of “pings”
A supernova force, binary stellar voice —
Projecting a holographic image of a robot face,
it was mechanically screaming wildly at me:
Danger, Will Robinson!
Your heart is gonna get lost in her space,
and there ain’t no outer limit to this pulsar pleasure place
The cosmic choice given
was a “Love Theory of Relativity”
Grab hold of the quantum bond
and let the cold fusion burn nebular deep
That’s how it time continuum is
when you meet the Orion woman of your galactic dreams
Constellation prize instantly arrives
on a solar wind flight “faster-than-light” transporter beam
Danger ... passion overload, Will Robinson!
Your heart is gonna blow pure crystal dilithium,
and there ain't a single symbiotic soul to repair the hole
New baby angels float in turquoise gowns
Come down slow like opened parachutes
On eight sided snow flakes in Alaska
Where sun light plays with ice on trees
With colors creating crystal glowing dreams
Angels come in peace from far off galaxies
From newly created universes from beyond
At the edge of quadrant five where time began
Where holy forces congregate with dark matter
Brilliant beacons of hope travel on light beams
At light speed to find a home with fallen snow
As children find the wilderness in innocence
Exploring the unknown
Woven through eternity in the fabric of time
Children capture snow flakes in their mind
Play with angels hidden deep inside each one
Parachuted down from heaven on eight sides
7/8/17
Triple digits
Not just talking about riches
Better mind your own business
And keep your distance
Before you start sleeping with the fishes
Never should it ever be forgotten
There is only so much time allotted
Regarding anything cosmic
Whether or not it
Involved aeronautics
Better get on this
To be honest
If it was what you truly wanted
Near and far from what is labeled as haunted
I never once thought I had it all in my pocket
I'm just coming in faster than a rocket
And comet
Across any quadrant
Trying to earn respect and profit
By using more than skill and logic
I just can't be stuck
Never really had much
Whether or not it had anything to do with bad luck
I'll man up
Regardless of it it's easy or that's tough
I'll move far past stuff
And earn every last buck
To delta quadrant the Enterprise is assigned
But captain Kirk has long since resigned
But he'll let you know
Cheap places to go
As he does ads for priceline
Spock is light years from Mars
You can see him twinkle from afar
He still shines bright
His logic is right
He's found a place among the stars
Sulu was exposed to too many gamma rays
And was taken to sick bay
Scottie beamed him down
to a nice resort town
Where he spends happy days
But I must admit
Scottie has seen it fit
To remain on high
Circling the sky
He was beamed up into Earth's orbit
Uhura worked with NASA for a while
On a mission that was worthwhile
She still recalls the bliss
When she and Kirk did kiss
And it makes her smile
Dr. McCoy made no "bones" on what he would say
His humor probably cured many in sick bay
If he was overworked
He'd tell Captain Kirk
"By golly Jim I'm beginning to think I can cure a rainy day!"
I think Christian fundamentalists tight,
Know the word fester as if it’s right,
When they’re only claiming to plant,
A seed to nurture you in your quadrant.
For they were akin to stars
Brightest in their quadrant
Lovers in every regard
Bound to be apart,
it was their curse, their struggle, their fight.
For they knew, if broken from their yoke, which in an eternity so rare
Spelt destruction, calamity, night.
Put:
A spill of oil
An excessive shower of water
A clump of main substance
A quadrant of eggs
Some mistakes
Some naughty words
A spillage
Allow to bake for too long
A wonderful Mum cake – perfect to touch and to taste
Dear Love,
I may not be good with
words
because my English
is not fluent, but What I feel
deep
inside my heart
persuades me to express
myself
mathematically. Every time
I see u, u
simultaneously divide my
life into
two equations. Because my
feelings for u cross -
multiply on a daily basis, u
inspire
me to be greater
than zero. Your smile keeps
me in
touch with the
special angles of my heart.
You
make me feel relaxed on
the X-
axis where Y is equals to
zero. When I come
across u, I feel like I'm
turning like
a parabola and
meet you on the turning
point
where I can utter 3
words to you. Words that
describe the mid point
of my heart. Without u my
heart is
like a semi circle.
Because
u stole the other half. I will
appreciate if we could come
together and solve for x so
that we both
stop to be vertically
opposite and
start to be
corresponding angles. I
know u r
intelligent enough to
understand that when it
comes to
trigonometrical
world, we r all positive in
the first
quadrant.love you so much
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