Dark Poetry : The Ubiquitous Language

[manuscriptx]

Let me tell you a little something about The Ubiquitous Language. It means absolutely nothing. Talk with your hands, not with your mouth. Write with your heart, not with your head. Leave the crutches of intelligent rationale behind. The magic and wonder of free expression is a wonderful thing, for those who use it at will. People annoy me in the bowels of forever and a day picking away at a ruthless fever pitch. 'You didn't punctuate properly.' 'Your spelling is atrocious.' I left myself to wonder what small feeble minds could come up with such gibberish. I don't need to have the fog explain itself to me. A large mass of emotions wandering around has no boundary. Just look at it and wonder. Wonder about its size and shape, wonder about its mass. Wonder about its thoughts and feelings. Just wonder. Is that hard for you? Oh, I want to crush their brains. Jog loose those certain screwballs, who know themselves. Make them see that it is not reason that drives poetry. It is not a calculated guess at mathematics. Not an equation, a visual stimulant for the perfectionist. A steam filled engine celebrated by white coats and Germans.

A tree grows deep in the woods; its leaves sprout ever so outward, fingers reaching for the sun. No direction, no thought, no one to tell it where to move and when to dig and when to relax. Babies cry. They want to. Stop figuring it out. They want to be loved, cared for until speech comes about. In space, there's nothing out there, but we wonder. We wonder about the ubiquitous language of time and is there a relationship? Who knows? Cranial knowledge doesn't persuade me and it doesn't impress me either. I have to see, maybe feel. Existence in itself is a ubiquitous language all its own. We know not what we do, but we do it anyway.

 

[Rien]

You make me want to invent a device that allows me to punch someone through the internet.

 

[manuscriptx]

An interesting response.

Make sure yours is the only fist that can go through.
I imagine you wouldn't want to be 'beaten to the punch' so to speak.

 

[Poppy1]

I very much like this piece manusriptx and IMHO proves you can indeed write.

 

[manuscriptx]

Poetry

Some people ( I tend to call them idiots ) think poetry should always remain what it's been while scoffing ( unsurreptitiously ) at something new, innovative and maybe overlooked approaches like mine.

Rhyming is good for preschoolers and rap artists who couldn't otherwise put together a coherent thought for broadcast entertainment. Poetry should not only be about what you say, but how you say it.

As I've said before.

 

[SFG75]

I have to say that this is one of the better ones that you've done m. I had a good chuckle at:

A steam filled engine celebrated by white coats and Germans

Thanks for the interesting wit.

 

[manuscriptx]

He said with hesitation............

' ...........your welcome.'