Short Systematic Poems
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Happy birthday, dear Geraldine,
The signal controls the traffic;
The stop is red and go is green,
The approach is systematic.
Topic: Birthday of Geraldine N. Lapat (March 21)
Deaths cunning mind
for Health’s projects
and its systematic touches
on Wealth’s health, makes
Wealth, death's health.
Written between 2000-2003
Just the young thoughts of the young mind
irrationality is maintained
by...
the systematic geometry
it...
sustains against itself as
an...
equivalence consistency
to...
be as i pi e or phi that's
as...
functionally manifesting
by...
transcendental numbers
stans sand
Systematic dismantling of
unselfish giver
left to bear the flag
of testament
lest you forget why he is
here
for
you.
Take care of him
as you do not remember
from whence he
brought
you.
His heartbeats are not limitless.
WHERE DO
VIVID EXPERIENCES LIE,
WITHIN THE HEARTS,
OF HUMANS GONE BORED?
AS THE SYSTEMATIC MECHANISM
OF SOCIETY HYPNOTIZES,
BUT, NEVER THE
EVER WAKING SOUL WITHIN.
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
ORIGINALLY WRITTEN IN NOVEMBER OF 2011.
Systematic destruction
It’s your high
Setting fires ablaze
Never a thought of harm
Ones who you touch lay in waste by your decision
Calculated time
Something a miss
How it plays out
The months crossed out
Shot up in a pattern
The pattern of your destruction
Sustained Systematic soul soaring
Releases responsible realization retention
Activating angelic avatar awareness
Of owning one’s own omnipresent origins
Harvesting holistic humans
Entering enlightened energy
Manifesting majestic mortal minds
Into infinite inherent illumination
represented- projected reflected
from everywhichaway today is
everyday & what can i say i'm
working towards the end & my
reasons are in the air (i don't care)
but i'll defend, give you a spank
on the rear end. don't commend
the likes of me cuz you like me
continue to shock- startling
developments which i systematic
ally destroy.
A routine involves
Persistence
Systematic
Hardwork
And assurance
But man with a little bit greed
Adventurous behaviour
And curosity
Will yearn for more
More than what is called
A dull and unprogressive routine
Or man with a little bit laziness
Will ask for more exemptions
Which later will also be turned into
So called routine
structure seems to soften slightly
under your steps; systematic leaps
up, over & out into the depths. eyes
dilate & grow cold from so many deaths;
no longer wept; burn out. here,
listen, the shout of sense echoes at our
expense, shadows the oncoming threat.
no more resistance, let all awareness go-
as the curtain releases, shields the show.
Mountains and the blue shores -
Nudging us to make right decisions.
Open horizons and rough winds -
Pushing us to try harder.
Quavering, as the cold air breaths on us.
Rhyming heartbeat, we're better than ever.
Systematic brains are loosing control
To the miraculous mind games.
Universe, synchronicities and
Virtue ; one more time, we fall.
We are immeasurably extended in time and space. We form the material universe, the cosmic ebb and flow. This is all revealed with purpose and unfolds with systematic exposition; a demonstration of this inescapable cosmic process. We are the substance of substances. We are constituent elements. We are vital components. We are raw matter. We are stardust.
A fresh symbol of life
Earths systematic renewal
A blessing from the heavens
Tears falling from the sky
Music dancing from every cloud
The earth singing a chorus
A steady beat of the drum
The atmospheres confetti
Washing away the dirt from the land
Purifying every inch of this beautiful land
The opportunity of new life
Soothing and peaceful
Why Frank’s Hot Sauce isn’t
and Daylight Savings Time doesn’t
and times they ain’t changing
in a land where all white men
are created equal.
Between 1500 and 1800
to this New World came
2.5 million Europeans
12.5 million purloined Africans
while 55 million Indigenes succumbed
to disease and systematic genocide.
And the land of the free ain’t.
Mirror Universe
In the ethereal cosmos of your subconsciousness
Is the mirror universe
Of the symptoms of your stagnate mind
That you thought you left behind
A systematic reality in reverse
Of the astral plane
A seer whispers with suspicious viciousness
As you hold high your spear
In the crimson maw of Fenrir
Ending his eons of definitive reign
(Unfinished)
within the bracket of the universe
God has made all divisions
increased and expanded by multiplication one by one
added with systematic communication
at last destroys causes subtraction
in the same way everything changes in our lives
Absent-minded, automatic
cyclic, circle, systematic
psycho, symptom, sick, somatic
spill the words right out my mouth.
Never-ending, contin-u-ous,
flowing, flapping, super-fluous,
lewd and lavish, misconstrued this
wretchedness which runs right out.
(have you ever been talking nervously to someone realizing at the same time that you're saying too much and should stop but can't???)
Follow your dreams.
Powerful reds, bright yellows,
Systematic purple streams,
Abstract work that glows.
Show me beauty
Through wonderful strokes.
A scene so lovely;
Good feelings it evokes.
Beautiful artist.
Paint stained hands.
Delicate flicks of wrist,
Show me wondrous lands.
Follow your dream!
Powerful red, bright yellow,
Systematic purple stream.
Abstract work: You glow!
Glitch
Systematic, stimulated, preformulated beast..
Popularity, sincerity, just another charity feast.
Direction, perfection, an infection of Lies.
We're fools, with rules, just tools to muffle the cries.
Why? Bye? To die, one fact we must face.
Scared? Prepared? Beware of what's after this place.
Sickening, and thickening the way; our path ahead.
Hate-to-date, so much to say, has yet been said.
Form:
Deep in slumber he stole her conscious,
Nightmares commanded tears.
She awakes plummeting into wickedness,
Why must her awareness be so deceitful?
A systematic cue floods her senses.
She drops recklessly into weakness.
Yearning for agony to perish,
She will sob with aspirations to reclaim her soul.
She craves the skill to identify what elicits her visions
Is love really a mind over matter situation?
Based on observable
And well-documented evidence,
War is nothing but the deliberate
And systematic erasure of human life,
With the purpose of achieving
Some political goal.
In quantifying the variables
That factor into the equation,
There is not, so much,
A calculus of war,
As there is a basic arithmetic,
And it is computed
With the rubber end of a pencil.
In a war of attrition,
God is on the side
Of the big erasers.
Music notes and exclamation points
Particles colliding with sight crystallized to form
Spiraling cyclically midst graviton pull
Grip mind fathom power with thin flavored lines
Tone deafening my lips chap against visuals
Lapsing time stands ground still out of metered sign
Kind window openings screen systematic filtration
Feeling a wee bit photoshopped hearing pictures
And
Seeing voices...
12/26/2016
Nightfall swallows the day
The lovely beast make their sounds
Tis the hour of nocturnal play
The weak and feeble arent allowed
But in the systematic act
There is a slight disrupt
I must watch my back
The succubus runs amok
Her eyes set on me
Looks like she wants to play
But she fails to see
My heart wont be part of her game
Her meaning was overcome by rage
Now she has nothing to live for
The late night heartbreak
Doesnt belong to me, but to her.
Rigid is our stance befalling
frigid to our chances calling
tipping are we left to mullen
stripped from chest in languish sullen
Poverty in dignity
diligent identity
holding true what most refuse
systematic nature cue
Fear not for those desire rest
fortitude their final test
heart beats loud as sacred drum
pathway to open too become
Seed of life within' the husk
vain awareness outer dusk
persevere perverted guidance
avoiding troubled world of blindness.......
my brain
millions of neural pathways solving problems
with logic, right and wrong
black and white
like ants descending their hill,
raindrops disturbing a puddle,
or bees scavenging for pollen.
all is systematic and controlled,
not a beat off tick
...
until ol’ red rears his sole mighty roar
and the ants glue to their pose,
and the water turns to ice,
and the bees wings can’t flap,
because they don’t know,
that burning sensation of red
or what it even means.