No Ones Fault

Ponder if you will
The inherent beauty of shattered glass
Conchoidal fracture 
Commingled with Divergent planar interstice and Convergent fault lines
Producing fractals
Of breathtaking symmetry
Or become equally breathtaking
In their asymmetric geometry
Most people don't notice 
Or even care
After all, it's just broken glass
No one has ever asked them
What do they want to do, Or
What do they want to be
But it becomes clear
During the episodes
That have shattered them
Will becomes manifest
So the curving lines are like the fronts of seismic energy recorded on the fracture by radial surface tensions

No one's fault

Silica, soda ash limestone
© a year ago, David Michael Brackeen 

  hope poems • nature poems • sad poems • society poems • spiritual poems

Enigmatic and Tenebrous

Breathing the air sullied
    By exhalations afore
          So seeing a sight secondhand
                Savage savior sought succor
                    
Being the air sullied
    Due Ex Machina no more
          Such slights for a second sight
              Displaced displeasure's replace or restore
                
Beating the air sullied
    by the brawn of broken brain
          Lies insensate and in silence
              Inside insights in-fact insane
                      
Burning the air sullied
    By exhalations afore
          That scalding stream of condensing steam
              Those recipients continue to shriek and scream

Ever have a story/poem that you know is unfinished, Yet can take it no further?
This is one of those..
I've been working this story for a decade or more and just cant quite put the finishing touches on
Who's message is Enigmatic
And absolutely Tenebrous, Dark and Shadowy

© a year ago, David Michael Brackeen   society poems • hope poems • humor poems • love poems • nature poems

Makes you feel

There are those
Among us that would pull your wings from you
Just to watch you fall
They have been here forever
Momentarily

I suffered as you climbed over me
Makes you feel
When lovers let you love
Cold in the one spot that Needs warmth
An intemperate eternity of moments awaits

You never hurt me more than I did
Makes you feel
When lovers let you live
Old in the one spot that needs to be young
Awaiting an eternity of intemperate moments

Do you feel released from the bonds of love?
Makes you feel
When lovers let you laugh
It's a thin line between love and wait
Intemperate and momentary
Awaiting eternity

There are those Among Us that would pull your wings from you just to watch you fall
They have been here for
Forever
Momentarily

© a year ago, David Michael Brackeen   perceptions poemsfeel

Making Sojourn forever V.2

The very Stars you are seeing
May yet burn on
Or have been gone 
Ten Thousand years
Forever And Anon
Burning Bright
Embedded in the Eternal Night
Of a billion celestial Spheres

We never truly matter
In the greater Cosmic scheme
And the universe
In all of its Glory
Unlike us can never dream
So you and I
Were born for that
For the little while 
We're here
To dream This Dance
Of Names and Nature's
Before we disappear

And the life you are living will come undone
Even as the stars we see at night
To burn as bright though yearn we might
From and to the darkness through
Tempt us from our comfort might
Yet still the hope I have of dreams
Transcending all absurdity
To do, to be, and still I see
The end of all including me 

Making sojourn forever

I combined an older poem of mine called "Tempt us from our comfort" and wrote the 2nd stanza New.
I much prefer this version

This is what I was trying to embody with this piece...Please let me know what you think

We are ancient  light
We are the light that's new
The atoms in our bodies
Were Forged in the hearts of stars
There are molecules in you left hand
That came from different stars than the ones  in your right hand
Unimaginable vistas of time open before us
And we embody past 

© 2017, David Michael Brackeen  

 hope poems • life poems • continuity poems

Lets get Something Straight

Let get something straight 

My thoughts during the 1st. Republican Debate

Lying Ted, Lyin Ted 
I don't like Trump 
But I like What he said 

About lying assed Ted 
Forgetting never 
The lifeline sever 
Happened under a policy that was 
Republican lead 

Stop all the Lying 
Stop all the drama 
Blame Bush if you must
Cuz it sure wasn't Obama 

The Auto industry was Almost gone 
The housing Bubble had certainly Burst 
As mediocre Picayune and bad presidents go
George W. Bush was The absolute worst

With the "High-Tech" implosion 
Unemployment took off like a Rocket
The only safe place 
Was a rich man's pocket 

Obama didn't even Begin Until 2008 
So all these reasons They put forth 
To foment such hate 
Are absolute HorseShit
But the real Fucking
Scorcher 
Is the nightmare Of Gitmo 
The New reality of torture 

We beat people !
We tortured people !
And we Fucking killed them Too

In dark places called 
BlackSights 
For the 
Red, White and Blue 

I AM an American 
And I AM proud to be 
But with places like THAT 
Can we ever be FREE?

I'm just saying...

© a month ago, David Michael Brackeen   society poems • sad poems • patriotism poems • hope poems

Added to the Loss

In the bleeding sides of exhilaration
Adding and subtracting 
Positives and negatives
Subtracted additionally?
Partially completed 
Externally centralized
Becoming loosely stuck together 
Like the dried fluids of Amore
Imploding after a fit of expansion
Asymptotically added to the loss
Is praying for nihilism anachronistic?
If X and Y axes are asymptotic 
Of the hyperbola
Then added to the loss 
Asymptotically may still = 1
As non merging points 
On converging curves
Consensus is arrived at in infinity
Or denied forever (decreasing radii) 
Added to the loss
Catastrophic failure is
added to the loss 
Loss add Loss add Loss sad loss
Sad loss sad loss

2001days ago, David Michael Brackeen   

Genisis/Genosis/Gnosis

Genisis/Genosis/Gnosis

And I saw when the lamb opened one of the seals
Another feculent load of crapulous creed crying
Garrulous and god fearing gargoyle like geeks
Greedily garroting other hell bent for destruction minded 
Minions and mediators of mindless madness

Diaconates of distrust who are distributing 
Their disturbing diachronous drivel, 
Dullards all, dullards the lot, Duller that Bush

They with diadems of dread draped dutifully 
Cross of a plethora of indices of indecision

Like dialectologists deciding
Whether or not dead whores have any charm

Slim pickings in that particular 
post holocaustic 
Dead and rotten Jew pile of mutually revolting corpses
Of equally putrescent repulsion driven obeisance

That prays for slaughter and an end-times endgame for their Worrisome War-Games
Where any nacreous type of garden variety human 
Endeavor towards human torture, cruelty or even extinction

Pales in volume comparison to the divinely inspired variety
I mean really now
Jesus?
As an implementer of death & destruction?
Come on now man!!
That could surly put any human being current or past master of 
Nightmarish Visions of human suffering to shame

Or I could be wrong! 
After all I have been married
So my belief structure as well as
My decision making capacity should automatically be questioned...
I found this old poem of mine..
I wrote it when it became clear that bush had stolen the election
And I was PISSED OFF

And I was listening to his Minions mouthing those tired old Christian Platitudes

So there is some graphic language here artistic license and all of that
If you are easily offended do not read this © a year ago, David Michael Brackeen society poems • spiritual poems • hope poems

© right now, David Michael Brackeen 

Mind (Revisited)

Mind
Home of me
The standing waveform
The very definition
That separates me
This state of
Mind

© 5 minutes ago

Quickened One

A young man I met
On the mean streets of
Digital evermore

One day(Today)

Casting about certain truths 
he was
Inviting and inciting
Not blighting
Nor fighting

Of those he choose
Everyone knows
Except it seems they dont
Knowledge is knowledge
And facts are facts
Whether you will or won't

But back to the mirror on that long-ago day
I saw him then as I see him today

Although we have never met and his face I do not know
A thing I saw in a mirror
Reflected from long long ago

Of that long ago image

Is that memory
Of that particular
Reflection
By that particular young man
On that particular day
All that is left

Of that analog evermore

Of that One Day(Long Ago)

Decades now have come to pass since that mirrored moment in time
And it's my pleasure to take the measure 
Extracted I exacted from his rhyme

Reflections of a moment
Extend to, and then become eternity.

So it is written
So let it be

The ancient Egyptians were very wise indeed

I saw a thing I couldn't know.
Because it was 40 years or more ago.
Quickened one just now said it and so.
It would seem once more in time I go

A mirror is a time machine
And a lying bastard at that
Six feet times two
Is math I can do
But the image in the mirror isn't even good for that

One hundred and eighty six thousand miles per second removed
From The False Image that I think I see

Our universe was born
In less time than it took for the light to bounce between the mirror and me

Reflections of a moment
Extend to, and then become eternity


There is a poet here among you who goes by the username quickened one
Quickened one Is the inspiration for this 
For me l
Quickened one opened a door in time
Wherein We all reflect endlessly
I find Quickened ones writing to be profound
For me 
I urge you all to read Quickened one 


© a year ago, David Michael Brackeen   society poems • spiritual poems • hope poems • humor poems • love poems

Encyclical episodic Epistle # 2 (BS)

Of every hatred from the world of the flesh
“As it ever was” shall become 
Like unto a thing of great truth
And unto that time 
That seeith the end of all things
Shall all therein abide as in life 
Until there is no more
And no heart nor no mind of any child 
Or innocent of simplicity
For if they can not conceive 
Of such a place or thing
Then suffer them not to learn 
For therein lies the great peril
Shall not they therein dwell 
For that place is not of or for there design

Re-Posted from Last-Year © 3 minutes ago, David Michael Brackeen   society poems • hope poems • humor poems • family poems • friendship poems

Encyclical episodic Epistle # 1

And from my throat will poor out blood
For the keepers of all that ever was
Have eaten all that there ever will be
For all that seeith not that they themselves 
Hath become like unto death itself
Yea even unto the last generation 
Of the daughters of man
Shall they then roll without their skins 
In great vats of salt
Filled with noxious fumes 
And noisome exudation's
Till such a time as all the love of power 
Is sundered from the world of the flesh
And all hearts that ever beat shall purge them

© 18 hours ago, David Michael Brackeen   

Ode To D.C. Brackeen Verse 2

Not understanding my father's death
Love is the path of understanding
To forgive these words unspoken
This silence is forever, and acute
Reverberating beyond unspoken words
Ever near is this forever apart
I feel you near as I whisper your name 
Unconditional love and acceptance

Passing in Passing © right now, David Michael Brackeen   love poems • death poems • pain poems • sad poems • spiritual poems

The dead lie still in wormy earth

The Nailed God 
That they worship 
Is two thousand years 
In the Grave 
But any moment 
To the faithful 
His righteous return 
Searing Savage souls to save 
Begs no question 
Of rebirth 
Though all the dead from then to now 
They still lie still 
In wormy earth 

Living Without You

It’s what it’s like 
When you don’t like what you know
I didn’t want to live without you
Unknown understanding isn’t prophesy 
I didn’t know how to live without you
Portents in the entrails of a goat
Splatiomancy
Learning  to live without you or die
Divining the future 
In the smoke of sacrifice
Dying certainly isn’t living without you
Toss the bones and Augurie events 
Living without you 
Is living without you
Consult Pythia the Oracle of Delphi
I love living without you
It’s what it’s like 
When you don’t know what it’s like

Recuperation from Soul Crushing abandonment
Learning to live without a certain person was .....
Difficult...I got over her...
Eventually...it's strange how Mindless and Hopeless I had become...
All Better now... © 10 hours ago, David Michael Brackeen   society poems • sad poems • pain poems • spiritual poems • hope poems

Teeth Dreams 2nd Publishing

Teeth Dreams

The broken dreams
That litter the past
In a liquid dry
An accretion fast
Moves through the focus
On its perihelion swing
An parabolic arc
Describing the perfect thing
Another layer of life
Yet aphelion is due
So no matter the strife
All lies at zero point are true
Refrain:
All moments remembered 
Embedded in light
So the dead are still with us
They are just out of sight
Four dimensions forever
No return no invasions
Because frustums of cones
Are volume equations

This has to do with the return to the return to the Tesseract field 
See the writings of A.A.Attanasio

Police Records

Police Records

Things that "Happen" or are "Said" often enough, that most
First-Responders just abbreviate the words
It turns out they can
Tell an entire story with
Just the "Acronyms,

EXAMPLE: SOC MOB
"Standing on a Corner"
Minding Own Business
Some of the Acronese
You already know like
Also Know As
"AKA"

When all of a sudden = 
"WAS"
There's This Guy/Girl
"TTG"
Pulls Out a fucking Gun
"POG"
For No Reason
"FNR"
Gun Shot Wound
"GSW"
Transliteration of the below text
Should Become rather Obvious

"FOD"
"MFPOS"
"FYAH"

© a month ago, David Michael Brackeen

Moribund

To lachrymose
Or moribund
To know the mind
Behind the face
What languishing bankrupt paupers fund
Within the mirror
That chance could grace
With visions of a memory
That none save me
Could recall in sooth
Yet still i crave
Those purest of moments
That cost so dear
Never predecease
Nor share a grave

NOTE:
Last year, I had Numerous poems that I wished to post. So I ended up posting about a dozen poems within just a few minutes.
One surprise result of posting that many poems within such a short period of time was...
Only the Last poem that I posted that day has ever even been read by anyone
So I have been Re-Posting them at a slower rate
My hope is that THAT is the reason no one has been reading them, As opposed to the possibility that they are horrible poems that no one wants to read :-) This is one of those poems © a month ago, David Michael Brackeen   

He that Isn't

He that isn’t is shadowed only
Is fleshless forever
Not sated nor lonely
Ghost like apparition
Neither specter nor wraith
Perspectives vary
Directly with faith

NOTE:
Last year, I had Numerous poems that I wished to post. So I ended up posting about a dozen poems within just a few minutes.
One surprise result of posting that many poems within such a short period of time was...
Only the Last poem that I posted that day has ever even been read by anyone
So I have been Re-Posting them at a slower rate
My hope is that THAT is the reason no one has been reading them, As opposed to the possibility that they are horrible poems that no one wants to read :-) 
This is one of those poems © a month ago, David Michael Brackeen   

Quantum Non-Locality

Quantum Non locality
Spooky action at a distance
According to Einstein
Retro Causality, also called retro-causation, retro-chronal causation, backward causation
Entanglement is not ONE, but rather THE characteristic trait of quantum mechanics
The one that enforces its entire departure from classical lines of thought
Is there such a thing as a Classic line of Thought?
Given the preceding
spukhafte Fernwirkung
The “Principle of Locality” is not compatible with quantum theory
If, Then…
Shall we then revisit the discarded notion of the principle of local realism? 
Or perhaps we should just consider them to be perfectly anti-correlated

A much older poetic offering that failed to get any Readership
Let the "readership" Sail or Sink based on Its own Measure of intrinsic Value...
Or complete lack thereof... © a month ago, David Michael Brackeen   geometry poems • society poems • sad poems • pain poems • spiritual poems