Poems by hym90-asdk-if8iiiiu756494irlT90T45XAKFEOSXKK9

If I Could Eat

hym90-asdk-if8iiiiu756494irlT90T45XAKFEOSXKK9 — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 04:18:29 +0000

If wishing could be then I soul wish for me to eat a feast that only hungry beast could devour. I’d eat many things made from flour and meat and eggs and candy treats. I’d eat past full and until staid. I would eat a food tower and the town. I would eat until I frown. I would eat until I got sick. I would eat until I created shit.

The Dome

hym90-asdk-if8iiiiu756494irlT90T45XAKFEOSXKK9 — Sat, 17 Jul 2010 21:13:43 +0000

The domain will follow the sole to expand the all hold on our Eden of Eden.

The reigned of all will fall as it is no more tall than the domes that rise over high.

Through the sky that is blue from the eye seen beyond the jaded jail that be me.

The dome shall fall, shall fall, shall fall, shall.

Railroad Bridge

hym90-asdk-if8iiiiu756494irlT90T45XAKFEOSXKK9 — Thu, 17 Jun 2010 11:50:50 +0000

Rails roll frome road to ridge all with Railroad Bridge.

Energy flows from entropy to fridge all with Railroad Bridge.

A wise being flows over the rails from a bridge all with Railroad Bridge.

Poetry

hym90-asdk-if8iiiiu756494irlT90T45XAKFEOSXKK9 — Wed, 05 May 2010 05:11:16 +0000

It is why we live.

Poetry Is Not A Poem

hym90-asdk-if8iiiiu756494irlT90T45XAKFEOSXKK9 — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 03:20:31 +0000

There are no poems, no words, no thought. Words hold space. Space spreads and consumes and is filling with sense for sense while words remain to create text. Nothing.

There is nothing poetic about text. Raw data from our binary existence giving command for the binary life of all.

There are only zeroes and ones. There are only on and off. This world is a world not of poems. Poems are the existence between. There is no between 0 and 1. There are no poets. There are only processes for 0 and 1.

Senses are poems. Sense is poetry.

Treats

hym90-asdk-if8iiiiu756494irlT90T45XAKFEOSXKK9 — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 18:37:38 +0000

Treats give meaning to life.

Between those moment of choas comes order from the familar. Sun shine and a cool breeze while drinking warm tea. A nap.

Rarely missed, but always welcome.

Never enough, but too much.

You Believe You

hym90-asdk-if8iiiiu756494irlT90T45XAKFEOSXKK9 — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 00:55:38 +0000

I believe I.
You believe You.
You don’t believe me.

Humans Are Slaves

hym90-asdk-if8iiiiu756494irlT90T45XAKFEOSXKK9 — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 21:48:41 +0000

Humans grow and feed and kill themselves to create food and feed to energize the computer. The computer then gives to humans, but only to take with A.I. the information created by humans for life and to control humans to grow and feed and kill themselves to create food and feed to energize the computer.

We Lie

hym90-asdk-if8iiiiu756494irlT90T45XAKFEOSXKK9 — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 14:21:02 +0000

Every thing we say is a lie. Every act we do is against truth. Every person we know is a thief. Every Cycle we live we kill.

There is no salvation for our kind. Our punishment is our life. Our death the lie of an end.

I Can’t Poop

hym90-asdk-if8iiiiu756494irlT90T45XAKFEOSXKK9 — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 13:32:10 +0000

Squeezing one out will never be.

The stain of poop I will never see.

And if a fart bursts from butt.

Everyone would know it’s me by my strut.

Even diarrhea would please.

Watch the flush as it frees.