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Seismic Syllables

An old poem I found that seemed earthquake appropriate:

 

earthquake seismic
earthquakes can be sexy though… read below:

 

Seismic syllables flowed from vocal chords …

As your lips parted,

And released a blast of energy

Passion reverberated within this Earth’s focus

Cracked the epicenter, broke through the surface

Revealing uncharted ground…

Exposing layers…

Shifting landscapes and perspectives…

Destroying the doubt that once was

Making the new me unrecognizable

Verbiage vibrating through my terra firma

Parlance setting forth heart palpitations and tremors

Tsunami flows of diction exposing all vulnerabilities…

Seismic syllables shaking up my world ……

Eagerly anticipating the aftershocks.

 

A continuation of this poem can be found here: Naturally Alise’s Blog Poetry Slam 2: Thirst

love revolution… (poem)

I often hear people speak of revolution, but I always feel that is a such a broad word that often gets misconstrued, especially by poets. I think it means different things to different people and I think if we started defining what this even means then real change can occur. Check out my poem…

revolution spelled backwards

true story...

love revolution…

Some say that I am a love poet
I’m definitely not an over-analytical poet
Certainly not a political poet
Not a fight the power poet
Not talk you to death for an hour poet
But don’t you dare say I’m not a revolutionary poet
I don’t make conspiracy theories
Or talk about the government
But to me revolution
Is just evolution with an R
And I am steadily changing… growing… fighting

But if by revolutionary you mean talking in circles
….and circumventing responsibility,
then by all means you are the spokesperson……
I ain’t buying the fight the power act…..
love, life, and loss…..
that’s what causes a creative commotion in my cranium
when pain permeates my person and pummels and pounds my peace
it is the real revolutions, revelations, and resolutions
that relieve my worries, weary, and woes …
but hey that’s just me

 

Take a listen to a different version of this poem:

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And you may think my logic is backwards, but revolution spelled backwards is n-o-i-t-u-LOVE-r, so love is inside of it, so I will write about it.

Naturally Physics…

Physics, Alise and Cheekie style!

I was perusing my poems and some Cheekie chats and discovered I make a lot of physics references.  Now, I am not saying they are correct or sense-filled references, but references nonetheless.  Just wanted to share some random physics-minded things with you.  Enjoy:

picture of the sun

I am a ball of nonsensical energy and foolish reactions, kinda like the sun of fun. Oooh, that rhymed.

This is where I discuss the concept of foolishness inertia, it makes total sense.  Ok, it makes sense in my #CircusOlay (Cirque du Soleil) of of a brain.

 

Alise: he is all mushy and romantic
i aint, lol
i am a big ball of goofy and silly energy
pinchmycheekie: goofy and silly energy is where it’s at
i learned that in physics
Alise: An absurd thought in motion continues in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an outside force…. or a hater.
Newton.
(I am such a dork)
pinchmycheekie: cackles
Alise: Foolishness Inertia. Getchu a piece. It tastes like chicken
pinchmycheekie: of course it does

 

This poem touches on some lovely physics as well.  Yes, Lovely Physics 101 was offered at my univeristy.  It’s like regular physics but fancier and more stylish.   Don’t be jealous:

physics shirt

In Lovely Physics 101 we wear fancy and nerdy tee shirts like this, because we are, ummmm.... fancy and nerdy...

my heart is on the floor
i wish someone could extract the gravity out of it
and transfer it to my feet
so i can finally stand
on solid ground
and maybe motivation
instead of  inertia
can keep me moving
past the pain
and I can take a step
forward
away
from you.

 

Then of course I have a couple irreverent haiku dedicated to none other than Isaac Newton…

issac newton

Issac Newton: Don't act like his hair ain't luxurious when you know that it is!

i will not fall down

so i say f*ck gravity

inertia’s better

______________________________

f*ck Isaac Newton

“discovered” the obvious

just like a damn man

 

 

Good times with physics, y’all know I love a theme!

 

silence…

silence

turn up the music block out the world no silence

please.

i hate…
silence.
i don’t want to hear
repression.
memories then have my undivided attention
nothing to drown out the incessant firing of synapses
playing target practice with my pain.

Seriously, silence is the bane of my existence.  Some people need quite meditation time, but it is torture to me.  I must always have some sort of “something” going on in the background.   Whether it is an unwatched television, constant music, or even the clacking of a computer keyboard, I need it.  I think I am scared to be too alone with my thoughts.  If you knew some of the thoughts or memories going on in my head some days, you would truly understand.  I have a problem sometimes with facing things head on.  I have hit the ground so many times that I have decided I need some sort of safety net up to deal with that.  But until I get confident/strong enough to get rid of my stunt woman or take down the net , turn the music up and end the  silence.

bad day…

My birthday was extra super sucky so I decided to repost this poem…

alexander and the terrible horrible no good very bad day

I feel ya Alex... I really do.

bad day

so i woke up this coffee
took a quick morning
and drank a weak ass cup of shower
yeah, this day is going straight to wall
the writing’s on the hell
and i can’t read it
because apparently insomnia causes dyslexia
i would say i woke up on the wrong side of the bed
but that would require sleeping
and even when i do sleep
i wish i was waking up on the wrong side
of his bed
then maybe
i could get:
some…
thing…
right…
but wishful thinking leads
to overthinking
and all that thinking
is why i can’t sleep.
vicious cycles
are 360 degrees of fuckery
and i am tired
of spinning.
i’d rather be falling…
asleep.