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Entropy

tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
edited September 2011 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Nine or half a dozen
It doesn't matter that much to me
I reach into my pocket
Literally
And always find the thing I needed the night before
Given time I find something
That fits what I'm clutching in the other hand
Living in chaos, what you need
Is only ever a motion away
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  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    A flash, and it's there
    A flash and it's gone
    But it really was there
    When the world aligns for just an instant
    My heart becomes calm
    The past drops to the ground
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  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    Lying back pressed into the baking earth that day, I thought I saw a starling. But it could have been a shadow from the corner of my eye. I climbed the hill looking for deliverance, but I found none. Those years were tough, tougher than they are now. Those years I doubted that I'd ever belong in the world again
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    thank you, Sir tremors
    i can feel what you're saying
    you are good

    thank you
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    No, thank you Lord Chadwick

    I felt like writing some today. Writing's good.
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  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    Good morning :wave:

    I will enjoy this new thread, tremors 8-)

    expected value and chaos alike

    I love the writers here! :clap: we are fortunate to read all the good....

    thank you!

    I know those years I did not belong.
    Now I see I did and they belong to me,
    they are me.
  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    :wave:
    pandora wrote:

    I know those years I did not belong.
    Now I see I did and they belong to me,
    they are me.

    The hills are inside me, inside me the hills. The pain that defined me - never did it whisper anything other than "you are worth more than this"
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  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    your writings--very on
    that avatar? a fine companion to them
  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    Rollings wrote:
    your writings--very on
    that avatar? a fine companion to them


    I might have to tone things down. My own avatar is making me go a bit yampy :lol:
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  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    Push the far line, push it further each time
    Does it bring you safer or danger?
    De La Soul once told me "It might blow up, but it won't go pop"

    They lied
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  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    Diligence becomes delinquence
    Simple experiments in the morning
    Get out of hand by afternoon
    Don't describe delirium
    And don't try this at home
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  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    tremors wrote:
    Nine or half a dozen
    It doesn't matter that much to me
    I reach into my pocket
    Literally
    And always find the thing I needed the night before
    Given time I find something
    That fits what I'm clutching in the other hand
    Living in chaos, what you need
    Is only ever a motion away


    so fucking true
    tremors, you rock
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    chickweed wrote:
    tremors wrote:
    Nine or half a dozen
    It doesn't matter that much to me
    I reach into my pocket
    Literally
    And always find the thing I needed the night before
    Given time I find something
    That fits what I'm clutching in the other hand
    Living in chaos, what you need
    Is only ever a motion away


    so fucking true
    tremors, you rock


    Thankyou my good friend.

    I shouldn't have stayed up late watching the TOTD last night. You're getting a normal week's worth of poems in a day! I am now going to write something that helps me to settle down.
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  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    In the deep part of the night
    You will come to know yourself
    In the true part of the light
    You will be shown the way
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  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    The law of diminishing return. The time I could have spent elsewhere. The expression she never gave me - well - only once, the time she said goodbye. The stable elements getting envious (left upon the side) The insidious slide - know it oh too well. The uncertain phrased question, the one I always pose. The yearning and the scanning - the gap that's never filled. Never did anyone tell me, that it was getting time to leave
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  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    tremors wrote:
    Rollings wrote:
    your writings--very on
    that avatar? a fine companion to them


    I might have to tone things down. My own avatar is making me go a bit yampy :lol:
    I like it when they are all lined up on a page ... too cool.... then scroll up and down 8-)

    I'm a 70's girl ... what can I say ;)

    thanks tremors :D
  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    pandora wrote:
    tremors wrote:
    Rollings wrote:
    your writings--very on
    that avatar? a fine companion to them


    I might have to tone things down. My own avatar is making me go a bit yampy :lol:
    I like it when they are all lined up on a page ... too cool.... then scroll up and down 8-)

    I'm a 70's girl ... what can I say ;)

    thanks tremors :D


    I am liking this current avatar - but honestly - it is setting me off! I may have to change it in a few days if I don't calm and collect myself. Is fun for the moment though!

    Thanks Pandi - The 70s are a vastly underrated decade - I was born in the early 70s, but what I know of shit now - so many things - like radical theories (psychiatry, politics, art, culture) they had a lot more sophisticated understanding of in the mainstream, than the current mainstream. Am I making sense?
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  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    then please don't calm or collect yourself
    -- just yet

    and you make perfect sense to me (well THAT may not be the best news - for you, anyway)
    sometimes nonsense is exactly what is needed
    you know
    for a dream
    or a trip to the dentist
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    edited September 2011
    Turmoil is always testing. These times I believe there is a safe way though. These times I believe I'm stronger, leaner, wiser. This morning the acrid taste in my throat stings with the echoes of the empty hollow phrases my society gave me. So ineffectual, so sickeningly vacuous, sickeningly hollow, so void of solidarity, of humanity, so plastic, so nobody out there knows what to say, so nobody out there wants to believe there's a feeling person in there. So terrified to say the wrong thing. So let's all say nothing. So terrified to break out of the shell, and into mine. So vacant, people I thought I knew, loved and trusted, people I thought understood me. People who can only say "are you alright? are you alright? are you alright? are you alright? are you alright? No, keep it, and swallow it yourself. Did I look fucking alright?

    Oh, and one last thing.

    These times I am amongst different friends
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  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    (I'm getting deja vu here - I'm sure I've written pretty much that same thing before! Round and round in circles, and always coming back to the same place. Well, I'm not Ted Hughes, so a little bit of repetitiveness in my ramblings will hopefully be excused. Is this the poetry forum or the therapy section btw?? I tend to think both!)
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  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    tremors wrote:
    Turmoil is always testing. These times I believe there is a safe way though. These times I believe I'm stronger, leaner, wiser. This morning the acrid taste in my throat stings with the echoes of the empty hollow phrases my society gave me. So ineffectual, so sickeningly vacuous, sickeningly hollow, so void of solidarity, of humanity, so plastic, so nobody out there knows what to say, so nobody out there wants to believe there's a feeling person in there. So terrified to say the wrong thing. So let's all say nothing. So terrified to break out of the shell, and into mine. So vacant, people I thought I knew, loved and trusted, people I thought understood me. People who can only say "are you alright? are you alright? are you alright? are you alright? are you alright? No, keep it, and swallow it yourself. Did I look fucking alright?

    Oh, and one last thing.

    These times I am amongst different friends


    A moment in time
    Can’t catch it for shit
    I tried to shed some tears Cause I thought I should cry

    Lost you in the crowd Should have looked for you
    Didn’t really want to, Still thought I should try

    What the fuck can that mean
    Love and hate
    A line so fine, black and white
    Bring me back to where I care

    And for fuck’s sake
    Give me a light
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    knots in the stomach
    not so frequent nowadays
    but I still know how to untie them
    too much practice
    wish I could show you how I did it
    really wish there was that magic wand
    that set the insides free

    instead face stretched
    careering at high speed
    body tense
    tensed to sense such pain
    and not being able to do a thing about it

    here,
    at least take hold of my hand
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  • PilateOfTheStormPilateOfTheStorm Posts: 4,319
    wow, just caught up on this thread. it's wonderful. striking and chaotic and calm at the same time.?
    tremors wrote:
    In the deep part of the night
    You will come to know yourself
    In the true part of the light
    You will be shown the way

    This is perfect for me, tonight and most days.
    Glad I read it.
  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    PilateOfTheStorm wrote:
    wow, just caught up on this thread. it's wonderful. striking and chaotic and calm at the same time.?
    tremors wrote:
    In the deep part of the night
    You will come to know yourself
    In the true part of the light
    You will be shown the way

    This is perfect for me, tonight and most days.
    Glad I read it.


    Thanks Pilate

    You always have the kindest of words for me. Thank you
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    Good thread!
  • brianluxbrianlux Posts: 42,038
    Nicely done, tremors. Entropy is such a good word- it's almost a poem all by itself.

    Entropy

    And yet you've added so much!
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
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  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    Thanks Fin, thankyou Brian

    Yes Entropy is a great word, powerful concept. It always makes me imagine orange glowing coals cast adrift into the infinite ocean of space
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  • brianluxbrianlux Posts: 42,038
    Entropy Definition 2.

    Now you done it.
    Got me thinking
    Aligning
    Sorting
    Sifting
    Stacking
    and categorizing my thoughts
    Before they all
    Succumb to
    Chaos.
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  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    brianlux wrote:
    Entropy Definition 2.

    Now you done it.
    Got me thinking
    Aligning
    Sorting
    Sifting
    Stacking
    and categorizing my thoughts
    Before they all
    Succumb to
    Chaos.


    One by one we stack these bricks
    Higher and higher
    Thicker and thicker
    And just as we finish

    Smashed apart by a delinquent child
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  • depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
    I love these! Well done
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • brianluxbrianlux Posts: 42,038
    I love these too,
    Well Done,
    Yet in the swirl
    Of an avatar gaze
    And the flashes
    In Eddie's face I
    Find my eyes
    Turned to glaze
    Transfixed by a vertigo
    Inducing daze.

    :) :-| :shock: :-o :crazy:
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
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