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

The Ignorance of Bliss" A Sobriquet of Excerption

The Ignorance of Bliss" 
A Sobriquet of Excerption

What was once a gaping hole in the fabric of one’s life!
Somehow became a sought after comfort
Explain that, and the "Little Choads": the little "Chunks"
The little things that stand out
By NOT standing out "At-All"
The tiny Little pieces that remain unchanged
Which are themselves quite startling in their bizarre and diametric opposition.
They are all the same!
And yet, individually they are not
Left to my own devices
I would say this about that
My new differences are defined
By their various similarities

Fact:
I know that my childhood memories are artificial! 

Fact:
I know I have re-engineered them!

Question:
Why would anyone have willingly created something so bleak?
Obviously I certainly wouldn't.
Certainly i didn't and yet? 
My "One Man Evidentiary committee" eloquently shows that i did
In fact "Do that very Thing"!!

Question:
Have you ever apologized for not being
What you know you are?
In retrospect, I Have!
But what is it that i have done?
Made up a childhood completely?
Confabulated all those moments?
Some of which are best forgotten?
What a bleak undertaking!
And who among you has not been
Needlessly tortured?
And without a shred of hope for mercy?
In retrospect, I Have!
But again, what is it that i have done?
I have experienced those things.
Or did i make them up? Confabulation
These terrible tendrils of moments
That stretch all the way from the past
Are these remnants of those moments.
And they are all that will last
The center of all
That once was forever
Through time and pain
Ground down to never?
The final remission
Tell me what is insane
Forbidden
Never again the light from your eyes
Forbidden
Never again the song of your cries
Forbidden
Never again the silk of your pain
Forbidden
Never again to sing that refrain
Forbidden
Never again to reconcile
Forbidden
That Never again Will I make you smile

I thought I would never heal from this wound
And to tell the truth, I am unsure what is worse
To have recovered from such a thing
Or that I could now feel this way
About something I once held so dear © a month ago, David Michael Brackeen 

In Flagrante Delicto

It's what it is like...
When you don't really have a clue
About what it's like...
When any of your beliefs
That are/were based on
Subconscious sub-assumptions
That are suddenly called forth,
For more detailed examination
Or (God Forbid) public analysis

Eponymous of itself

Expressive to the point of self-determination 

I wonder what it's like 
When the Spin-drift of life 
Has cast you Willy-Nilly 
Into your very own 
Downstream confluence 
What's it like I wonder 
To recover from such a self-imposed 
Tolerance limit 
Bringing with it 
The authentication inherent 
At the end of all such ignorance 
For I have been so cast
But what I really wonder about ?
Is it the tolerance or recovery 
That is inherently limited
___________________________________ 

Definition of eponymous
: of, relating to, or being the person or thing 
for whom or which something is named : 
of, relating to, or being an eponym

From Greek epōnumos; see eponym.

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   of all such ignorance 

Where did you go

Of all the things you have said and done
To all the places you've left to run
And all these people you've filled with sorrow
Yesterday's gone and there's no tomorrow
The division and derision that you have sown
Are the are the seeds of the destruction
That you have grown
And still your children whose young hearts burn
Just one of your smiles they need and yearn

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

For Always Will

There are those among us
Who would pull your wings from you
Just to watch you fall
They have been here ForeGalactic Collision

Interacting Galaxy's

An Individual galaxy whose gravitational field disturbs another galaxy

NGC 3169 (left) and NGC 3166 (right) display some curious features, demonstrating that each member of the duo is close enough to feel the distorting gravitational influence of the other. Image from the Wide Field Imager on the MPG/ESO 2.2-metre telescope at the La Silla Observatory.
Interacting galaxies (colliding galaxies) are galaxies whose gravitational fields result in a disturbance of one another. An example of a minor interaction is a satellite galaxy's disturbing the primary galaxy's spiral arms. An example of a major interaction is a galactic collision, which may lead to a galaxy merger.

#Satellite interaction
#Galaxy collision
#Galactic cannibalism
#Galaxy harassment

Notable interacting galaxies

Future collision of the Milky Way with Andromeda

Galaxy formation and evolution

Dwarf elliptical galaxy © a month ago, David Michael Brackeen   sad poems • society poems • spiritual poems • hope poems • death poemsver
And forever always will

[ 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   

Deplane the plain. Remain Insane

You see
There I was
Minding my own business
On a flight to San Diego from San Jose
When all of a sudden
For no apparent reason what-so-ever
Right out of the fucking blue
This woman who was sitting next to me
Asks me
How far can this plane fly?
Not a peep out of her the entire flight
I was taken aback
I got scared
You see?
I mean really now
That someone would just Brazenly
Blurt out a question like that
In a situation like that
And it was the timing of the thing
That really got me
I knew what she wanted
She know that I knew what she wanted
I know that you know what she wanted
It turns out
That I had been waiting
For my entire life
For that exact question
Situational awareness
You see
Someone who asks a question like that
In a situation like that
In my opinion
Is asking something completely different
I thought deeply about that question
And then I told her..
Madam, This plane will fly from here
All the way to the Crash-Site
You see
I don't feel that the arrest was warranted

What it was Isn't

What it was isn’t necessarily something other than 
What it has to be when it isn’t without
Some semblance of what would normally be construed 
As an internally consistent series of assumptions
That all equate back to a single axiom
Axioms being what they are(UNPROVEN)
I Spit on your Platitude Peddling Crapulous Creedss

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 another one of those poems © a month ago, David Michael Brackeen   humor poems • hope poems • society poems

Don’t leave the Studio, Zamudio!

Don’t leave the Studio, Zamudio!

Sitting on it engendered deep 
Twas though for a moment I was fast asleep
Thawd winced I Whacked and Waxed
Philosophical and pondered, what purpend my sak?
The riddle of the sphincter and all that implies
The sarcophagus Stinker my sphincter did try
Apply it I did in a leather embrace
And pondered any remnant of Aleister trace
Sitting on it engendered deep 
How many butt cheeks have here fallen asleep?

For Raul Zamudio(Google this man)
He is Rocking The Arts in New York and indeed Around the World
He may have sat in a chair once occupied by Aleister Crowley © a month ago, David Michael Brackeen   humor poems • love poems • society poems • spiritual poems • friendship poems

There is no place

There is a place 
Wherein lie i 
No breath, No Warmth, No Love, No sigh.
No reason to warrant expectation
No need for promise or thought of forever
No seed to be spilled
In lovelorn corridor
Like lovesick mooncalf, lost in the sky

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 

Eponymous of itself

Expressive to the point of self-determination 

I wonder what it's like 
When the Spin-drift of life 
Has cast you Willy-Nilly 
Into your very own 
Downstream confluence 
What's it like I wonder 
To recover from such a self-imposed 
Tolerance limit 
Bringing with it 
The authentication inherent 
At the end of all such ignorance 
For I have been so cast
But what I really wonder about ?
Is it the tolerance or recovery 
That is inherently limited
_______________________

Mind

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

Can you really trust a Mirror

Reflecting on Reflections

Can you really trust a Mirror

Do you just mindlessly accept them
Do you ever question their veracity
Do you ever have reason to doubt

At times I am disturbed
At times I am in disbelief
At times I do believe
That I have never been truly jublient
It occurs to me that I have never cried to one
But I know for a fact that others have

I have the same face as yesterday
But not the same as yesteryear
Can you really trust a Mirror

The Gray I say
The eyes
Such lies

I have never tried even a single time
To convince a Mirror
Otherwise

Especially those very old Silver Nitrate Bastards

I see the width
I see the breadth
Its those depths wherein I loose faith
I struck me as brushed my teeth
That I was enslaved within the mirror
Can you really trust a mirror

Lets make Donald Drumph again

There once was a fellow named Trump
And from his tall building
He just wouldn't jump
May he and his pal Putin
End up like Rasputin
Shot, Stabbed and Burned
And chucked in a dump

(It was a River so sue me)

I don't really wish for the Donald to die I just wish you wasn't in charge of my country or my economy or my nation's nuclear Arsenal 

I so Pledge

And we the many
Whose​ freedoms
And fortunes
To be spent
Like a resource
From a bottomless well

Would do well to have
Memory
Of those who have fallen
The few who's last minute
Was spent
In slaughtering hell

The freedoms
That I have
Were given me
By those that have died
That I might live

Still Not Haiku #3

In the dead of the night
My heart cracks like stone
From the cold

Apostate Apocrypha

Much joy to me such wisdom is
No word made flesh could ever find
Nor single moment in time and space
And naught for reason could ever bind
Yet still abounds within my grasp
No reason decries such otherwise
By hideous death of poison asp
Than suffer such fate as eternal lies
And hear such reason as all could see
But still abound within that frame
Such dubious wretched and withering soul
A tempestuous storm that knows no blame
Though afterward on sinking ship
Left all of pawn for our own demise
This ocean of ignorance upon which we sail
Left oft no presence to hear our cries

 Never never land; Severed hand; Tethered to the nowhere man 

Never never land; Severed hand; Tethered to the nowhere man 
To never never land you go, 
Sans sequined glove for the solo show 
Neverland concert on the Neverland stage 
In the new midst of nowhere as your silent fans rage 
Never never land, Severed hand, Tethered to the nowhere man 
As your song of morphine has clearly shown 
Michael you really must have known 
An off hand truism about of living in fright 
It Doesn't Matter if you're Black or White 
Never never land, Severed hand, Tethered to the nowhere man

Mind

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

Special Relativity

No mass kiss my Ass

An argument in favor of Light having Mass
"Or Special Relativity"

If light were composed entirely of Photons
Then "Light" can be
Said to have no mass
But...
Here is an extremely "Inconvenient" fact
There are other elements to light
Like Energy and her Sidekick
Momentum
And by definition Momentum is
The quantity of motion of a moving body
Measured as a product of it's 
Mass and Velocity 
That's right boys and girls "MASS"

Sunlight Pressure can give a Comet a tail That is Ten Million Kilometers long
I would call that 
Pretty God-Damned Fucking Massive

Note:
Humorous attempt at Levity
No one is seriously arguing in favor of Light having Mass