"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-

A pretty nice guy - image from "All the Pigments on the Spectrum" a critically acclaimed poem by BW Derge written in 2023

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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- ?

-

Are all eyes but windows

To the same soul-?

The universe-

The Cosmos.

Practice what you fucking preach-

A speech impediment

Figure of imagination

Look of Disdain on Your Face, line from "All the Pigments on the Spectrum" By BW Derge, written in 2016

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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... ?

absolute pleasure through art and poetry by BW Derge

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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...

We get people like you all the time - line from "All the Pigments on the Spectrum," a poem by BW Derge written in 2016 to critical acclaim

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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.

Levees Free, Let Me Be, line from All the Pigments on the Spectrum, poem by BW Derge

 

by BW Derge

 

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Poem was originally written in 2016

All the Pigments on the Spectrum - Poem by BW Derge

All the Pigments on the Spectrum - poem by BW Derge