As I'm here today, tomorrow a row away
Fibonacci conscious and novice of the fact
Eso-meta-psyche intact in static intersections
Theoretic physics listed
Spooky observer directed undetectables
Far fetched skeptic sketch initiated contact
Star Trek
I only speak in Absolute
Yet this is not my only attribute
Im also fluent in Paradox
Contradiction and Outside the Box
Though Deception is my native tongue
And Manipulation my lips have sung
Not in ages have I conversed
In languages of the damned and cursed
On occasion I'll use Diplomat
To suit a purpose
Or if the situation calls for that
Never will I speak in Babble
Though in Hypocrisy I sometimes dabble
But my character i do defend
I only do this to reach an end
And Haughtiness if 'tis the season
And Hoity-Toity if there's a reason
And also in Conformity
Though it's sprinkled with Repugnancy
While in forgiveness I can read and I can write
My Understanding is riddled with my Oversight
I never learned to speak Coquettish
But I do admit I have a fetish
I understand a small amount of Bliss
Which I think derived from Righteousness
But honestly I'd have to say that Theoretic
Has always been,will always be,
My favorite aesthetic
Learning and not gaining the knowledge of truth,
virtues loss that talent is sold by reason proof.
The intellect in doubt when stupidity is confident,
the ignorance and its conscientious consequent.
The atheist’s ego and stress to believe in higher power,
recognized by being corrected and turning sour.
The loss of integrity by prudent act of knowledge,
but foolish expose that folly inferior grudge.
Delight of senseless proof in fact,
killing the potential of embrace in act.
Emotional intelligence the sphere of love,
believing or not are desperations for all above.
The power to control needs a story told,
ageless entities forever bold.
Entities of numbers have endless frames,
giving scientist room to theoretic claims.
Belief is the freewill of individuality,
where big bang becomes a lollipop sanctuary.
Expensive education the holy drag,
where every degree is a smoking ***.
By turning times to become a admired elite,
the evolution to turn into a Aphrodite.
The consequence of ego’s appetite,
making love to ones owns satisfied.
Time
Tends to
Tenderize
Theoretic
Truth
03/12/19
We come to you with bright shiny faces,
and wounds still fresh from the womb,
grabbing at anything cool.
We pretend to be naked
and drink from the fountain of delusion.
The fountain of truth is too cold to swallow.
Those castle gates of benevolence have been opened,
and with hedonistic fervor we crash into the streets,
in search of instantaneous wine and blind absolution.
We dine on theoretic chaos,
and pay with inherited coin.
We caress the blade of uncertainty with our tongues.
We adore our futile reflection in mirrors,
scoffing at inevitability.
We bathe in drive-thru lust.
We crave the warmth of a cold pillow.
We will always be hungry.
We will always want a better place to play.
EQUATIONS
Equality’s balance
Quaking at fulcrum’s pain
Unequal forces
Antagonized by
Theoretic nonchalance,
Immune to the folly
Of reason’s
Nuanced
Serendipity.
3/9/2016
submitted to – EQUATIONS – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen
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