I am my own invention
I have few moving parts
in the physical sense
I can play love’s shallow, skipping jester
and caper as whimsically as the cuckoo bird’s call
or I can be as impulsive as Jouliet
He wears his charm well
after thin dusk
as the moon is cued
and longing gently serenades
like the touch of night air
our touches are not soft
but strong and pure
how summate is our commitment
to a miraculous physicalness
as we solve love’s perfect equations
something erotic, physical or spiritual
seems to be accomplished
as lust’s spotlight fades
and moonlights exchanged
for something blue
we lay half asleep
as the dawn wins its queue
and I am only me again.
.
.
A song for this:
Femininomenon by Chappell Roan ??
Reminder: it's coming up on Valentine's Day..
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.
That first non-rhythmical matter,
Floated on the new dust of light,
To whet the eleventh spark clatter,
Such that its dividend split tight;
A web, a sea of ringed atmosphere,
Then a cob of meteoric compression,
Hurling towards a black collapse here,
To dent the shock supernovas intervention;
With planets duetting their sweeps in silence,
The night is not black and suffers a blow,
Identified deductively but with great nuance,
The waves glinting the bounce and the flow.
God became a man, human to the core,
Not an apple, lamp, priest or Ferrari,
Even though Genesis incepts with lore,
Given god as a construct, apple’s Atari;
Christianity grabs god indeed as a man,
Possibly to concede that a human coasts,
Crucially opening herbs and aromatics fan,
To the differential and to the weaker posts.
Life without a momentum blackadders,
Would not summate to conviviality,
Rejuvenation oscillations sprite the adders,
Ionotrophic energy comes up from banality.
Rhoda Monihan
Military scholars constantly cull through the ancient scrolls
detailing battles of long ago
Searching always for hidden keys
to effect modern strategic victories
War games that summate a predictive winning end game
But none in the past held the atomic bottle
with the nuclear jinn
Uncork it,
and sniff the radioactive aroma wafting
Power of unimaginable destruction
lay dormant in the serpent juice
Just waiting to be opened ... released ... cut loose
Nuclear jinn ... knows, and is ready to grant
what some madman is wishing
Don’t open the atomic bottle
and unleash the searing contents bubbling within
Emperor Nero
wished he coulda got his fiddling hands
on that bottle
He woulda loved to pour out the liquid fire ...
watch it overflow, and burn up everything
Who in their right mind believes in this MAD doctrine
Mutually assured destruction is what it will bring
Bitter verbal grapefruit juice mixed with nuclear jinn
is now being served
Let the intoxicating music of the third death party begin
LOVE SUMMATION
These are the % of
love
I did desire from
you,
If you would compute
it
Fairest is the
quotient
From your love
aggregate:
Your Heart + love =
60%
Raised in power by
X2;
Your Deeds + love =
30%
Equated by a square
root;
Your words + love =
10%
With the value of
nought;
So shall the index
be.
Of the highest
proportion
Is your Heart as a
variable
Shall summate your
Deeds
Use to measure your
words.
You and I in
addition, shall in
Dimension of
symmetry be
Best solution to
this love sum.
17-Apr-13
One inch forward two back
Creeping toward a ludicrous goal
Relinquishing disappointment
Seeking internal satisfaction
Psychotic persistence,
Emotional self-government,
Invulnerable will,
Summate its inevitable success
Bent on destruction
Of opposition
Nothing remains in its way
Corrupt hunger for perfection
Double-edged sword it hunts
All lost, nothing gained
Predetermined history
On course for an early end
Egotistical
Self-serving
None could’ve foreseen
Seclusion from society
Inured to anguish
Epitome of sorrow
Unfurnished with tear ducts
Just sweat and blood
Its release is its affliction
Its passion is its destruction
Its serenity is its inferno
Its infection is its only hope
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