The Resonant Failure

The Resonant Failure

When you fail,
Your expectations are shattered,
You find yourself alone,
And your mirror is splattered.
When you fail,
The forgotten becomes tactile,
The face you cannot feel,
The beard is prickly,
At least for a while,.
Yet that is but consequence,
Of the resonance,
Of the failure which you find,
It's all relative,
But never tentative,
And another seems close behind.

Out of Context

Out of Context

One dimension, two dimension,
Three dimensions more,
Inserting out of context,
Produces such a bore,
It's not greater,
This inflator,
That you've constructed there,
It's nfantile,
This fallacious bile,
Is rotten to the core.

To engage semantics is pedantic,
Ostentatious at the most,
Within the scope,
There's always hope,
That you may be the toast,
And should you gather,
To research rather,
Not deny for chance to boast,
To construct the lie,
For reply,
Is nothing more than agarose¹.

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 1. A substance made from agar used to break things down into their base constituents
     by filtering specific elements from another or others.


Invino Veritas
4/1/13
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Gibberish

Gibberish

Disregard my hole,
My vaccum,
Pay no mind,
To my ignorance,
Bestow upon me,
A gift that's tranquil,
Bearing no burden,
Or consequence.

Don't you dare give me,
My mem'ries,
No daydreams,
Nor any thoughts,
No compulsions,
Nor elitist tenets,
No baggage,
That I may be fraught.

Don't give me pressure,
Nor covenant,
Don't turn the corner,
And open my eyes,
Don't you dare give me,
Pause nor direction, sis,
Just give me regard,
And keep the surprise.

Zero

Zero

It is my irony I should go,
To the bar,
To find reason not to go,
To the bar.
And perhaps it's paradox,
That I should think,
To drink to think,
About those things,
That make me drink.
And perhaps the sum,
Is zero,
Because that is,
What I've become.


Invino Veritas
3/16/13
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One Two Potato Blue

One Two Potato Blue

One, two, potato, blue!
"Five, six!", say the pricks,
"Deflect and dissuade,
Repeat old tricks;
That's the fix.", say the pricks,
"For God forbade,
In his plan outlaid,
All things new."
Well, to Hell with you:
One, two, potato, blue.


Invino Veritas
3/13/13
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Crooked Smile

Crooked Smile

When I woke up this morning,
I realized my sun had a croooked smile,
Light entered at an angle,
Through my window for a while,
And time moved terribly quick,
When I believed that it should have been slow,
And then it trudged forward,
Like it had nowhere to go.
Everything that had color,
Was entirely vibrant and immense,
The air became as oil;
It was velveted and dense.
As I chomped into the air,
I noticed the strange things outside my door,
What appeared to be mushrooms,
Were much larger than before.
And they rose into the sky,
Casting brilliant opal and dazzling reds,
Shadows tinged with apricot,
Blazing yellow fungal beds.
Pidgeons sung nursery rhymes,
As they dropped from the sky,
My skin became as water,
I had ashes for my eyes,
As my body, there, crumbled,
At the foot of the Universe's gates,
It was not a crooked smile,
But a crooked smirk escaped,
From the sun for a moment,
As it beamed its brilliance on top of me,
And then the sun turned its gaze,
There all was a memory.
And the great yellow circle,
Flickering arms akimbo, opened wide,
Swallowed the aqua planet,
And it's passengers inside.
Perhaps, once upon a time,
In a fantasy or maybe a dream,
In a child's nursery rhyme,
Or the babble of a stream,
In the twinkle of a gem,
Upon the finger of the most happy maid,
In the belly of that girl,
Be my spirit, again, made.
But it's only a phantom,
A mere poltergeist or ghost I should think,
Alas, I peer at the sun,
Raise an eyebrow as it winks.



Invino Veritas
3/1/13
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Distortion and the Resident Asshole

Distortion and the Resident Asshole

I'm pretty sure distortion,
Could be found in you or me,
But I'm not ready to commit my thoughts,
Or to face reality.
On more than one occasion,
When impetus was all mine,
I was contented to play the asshole,
If it meant I won that time.
But don't confuse sarcasm,
For desire to use tact,
It's the perversion that's inside your head,
I woudn't want to contract,
For somehow this way suits you,
It's the apple to your sin,
It's the virus that's blows within your breath,
It's the olive in your gin,
So if I should go to Mars,
When you bore me thoroughly,
Remember that I am only thinking,
Thank god it's you and not me.


Invino Veritas
2/27/13
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