"All the Pigments on the Spectrum" - poem by BW Derge, written in 2016, from the poetry collection "PARADOX LOCKED"
All the Pigments on the Spectrum
I hate talking to people
And I want everyone to die
But other than that
I think I’m a pretty nice guy
Condemned to die again, my friend
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I spent most of my life
Just loving everyone
Until I realized that’s not
What people wanted from me
They demand something else
From this pulse-
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There’s a universe
In my uterus
Growing rampant, unconcerned,
Destruction welcomes creation,
Eternal love and temporal pain
The look of disdain upon your face,
Can you explain it- ?
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Are all eyes but windows
To the same soul-?
The universe-
The Cosmos.
Practice what you fucking preach-
A speech impediment
Figure of imagination
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All the pigments
On the spectrum-
Eleven dimensions
Of divine interventions
But a little bit
Pretentious, I guess...
Can you elaborate
On the expressions
Of absolute pleasure
Leaking from your pores... ?
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The yellow perfume
Spills across the air
Drifting about these walls-
The machine can’t think-
It can only mathematically guess
The algorithmic probabilities…
These devices hardly compete
With the computing power
Of the interconnected human mind-
The beauty of consciousness
I can’t shut the fuck up about,
Ever-
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Embrace patterns forever-
Geometrical sacred bliss
The meaningless significance
Of the daily routine
Greeting brief moments of love
With a wide smile, open arms,
Have you been here before?
Happy?
Or is this your first time?
If you have any questions-
Just let me know.
We get people like you
All the time...
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I drink my coffee out of the years
I’ve let slip away with pain stakes
And I eat my pancakes
With a molasses dripping
Of swollen galaxies caught in gravity
Within the sugar grain stirring,
Dancing wildly
Amongst the sweet caffeine
Drowning my soul everyday
After day, until my skeleton
Is sold into nothing but memory
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Not that my threshold for pain
Is low;
This isn’t weakness-
I just haven’t had the time,
I just haven’t been able to fully heal
From the last crashing flood
To break that almighty levee...
Now levees free,
Let me be.
by BW Derge
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Poem was originally written in 2016