Optics

Transparency
The ability to see through without the spatial distortion of parity
Opacity
The capacity to see absolutely nothing
Reflection
The cleanest connection to whats inside minus your projections
Refraction
Distortion apportioned by reassignment in faction
Diffraction
The passing of light through a lens inducing division which in turn produces prismatic vision

That’s a rudimentary explication of optics
So you can better explain what you meant me to see on a topic
Transparency is apparently the most imperative
Opacity rapidly obscures the narrative
Reflection is looking at oneself stripped of inner objections
Refraction is to distort one’s light due to atmospheric distraction
Diffraction is bending the wave due to impedance or interjection

Transparency, I’m looking through you where did you go
Opacity, Paint it black to diminish the facets seen
Reflection, pools of sorrow return waves of joy in nanoseconds
Refraction, the changing of neutral yin-yang ideology when warped by faction
Diffraction, words flowing out like endless rays into a paper cup
When once sentenced now merely fractions

The Altar Edifice

Sick with Round Stic in my hand
Flic the Bic at my command
Lampin’ like General Electric
Illuminate the eccentric
Edison with authentic pen tip demented
Invention is 1 percentage inspiration
The mental of the method, 99 percent perspiration
That’s the will to amend it.
Don’t know one-millionth of one portion of the full extent of my tongue
Tungsten to feel a mental appendage
To travel through timespace and bend it
Unravel the filament, unreal and unreeling
Electrifying the illest shit
Enlightening the good will in it
To strike stifling and militant
And deny darkness it’s due diligence
The skill make critical strikes killers crit
Technophiles with the realest spit
Method, styles, surrealists be feeling it
Set then cryogenically sealing it
Frozen files revealing it
To the masses vast passages appealing
Fast, facists concealing it
Put it on blast like a grenade on the palisade
Of your phallus praise, out of phase
My vocab will raise out of graves
The deep shit that’s been deep sixed
By autotune weak shit cuz it pays
To make displays of ways to conform
To the form of another brother
Skin born just to flip the color
Rippin’ duller than the airport in D.C.
The dullest, they should cull it from me see
Call me Micheal with a bullet, beastly
Peace G, I’m out like Randy Johnson mullets
Please plead, or press your luck, Whammy
Cuz I’m about to blow up like a ventilator skyward
Mutilator, my word is quixotic
So come on Sancho Panza, it’s about to get chaotic
They neurotic, spitting despotic verse
Psychotic pill-poppers who think they’re sick
I’m a melodic mill chopper with a sword more vicious than SIDS
So on it, proper, phonograph popper
The more judicious call me Alva
Flip a lightswitch, that’s my edifice
Thomas Edison on the credits of the album

Marriage

Matrimonial monogamy
Is the duality of economy concerning the currency of harmony
A monotony of the game of monopoly
Can be quite a Risk
But this marriage can be described as bliss
Until vows break
It's just when the vowels break to surface
You and I tee why, boughs break and U and I divided
It's along long drive
You got to learn to drive with standards
Stick to it, shift before it revs to high, and enjoy the ride not the answers
Clutch to the highs, the massive mantra
It's not the tantra, that grapples the eye toward the apple
But the capital L
Compelling magnets attractions felt
Impelling in a manner, matter to dwell
Near the factions with disputatious practices that dispel
The holes in your genes candy coated perfection flavored shell
She may be selling different ideologies
Impositions that alter your augur and ontology
But something convinced you that "we can work it out and she's your life insurance policy
With qualities necessary to protect your progeny
You'd rather be falling three stories from the tree of life
Than hurt the apple that would follow you anywwhere
But not fall over or falter through 300 years rife with strife
To this mic I dedicate the third iris of the heart
And my blood I delegate to the purpose of the arts
Til death do us part from the short life that's due us
I do

23

23 full trips round the sun
Countless eclipses and still it flips
Grips and encrypts
The smallest sips of the drips
Blips of infinity
Rips a hole in my divinity
An affinity to begin in me
Yet another circumfrence vividly
And minimallly I promise this day given to me
So this 20th, I push unlimitedly
The 6th moon, with a rush of mimicry
To span the span of runes, brushed with solar imagery
And it spins the spins of hadrons and bosons
Call my life quarky, because its full of automatons
It's like Ramadan, with nutrients withdrawn
I'm Mecca, the Haj is on, the nucleus of prophets drawn
Like moth's to a flame that Earth's revolving on
Heliocentric phenomenon
Kepler's law of satellites when called upon
to calculate speed and in 366 days this ball I'm on
will mark another ring upon the log of my Amazon
Rainforest, when forced by the passage of time trees make rings
Chesire, my fire put to trees makes rings
Like words of winding
Blurs of binding, paths unwinding
Wandering, I puff then pass wondering
About the meaning of it all
I'm cleaning the hull where the rain gets in
and stop the mines from sundering where my will goes
Starboard, the hardboard of cardboard Theseus, day in the life
Brain sets in
Mind kind of blue out in Corvettes
Up set from bed comb drawn across le tete
Offensive, upstairs coffee inside my set
Of cups, head craned to the clock on the wall
Late for an important date I call
Busboys for my Nehru tux, hat and ball point pen
In Flatland seconds
After a spliff, I reckon
And rotations turn to somnambulist mediatations
And the rotations gestation is so far 23 years
The djinn at the bottom of a bottle of beer
I've been taken down, passed around
Until the day my last orbital is no longer excited and calms down
23 orbits here on the wall
I call space and time
I space my rhyme out over the era
This space is mine with no order or clarity
At times the ride needs austerity
But I'd rather make rhyme of prosperity
Rimeing like an ancient mariner, I prefer the hilarity
And give that back for posterity
So I can then enjoy my time with sincerity

Archer

I am an archer of aim, purpose
I short nine sunbirds, leaving the sole Son
And clairvoyant I see all on the earth is
Path, Destination, races on roads run
Congruent with fate, this is my power
I prognosticate, hawkeye of God's sight
In tune with greatness, heartstrings sing for hours
Predict, Predicate that, path of souls flight
Extended on sands the hourglass passes time
Past, a present, now knows past future's shroud
Portend as the hands, time's grains in my mind
Passed a present, down heirlooms sown aloud
Divine archer, my bow imbued by Apollo
War machine, Eros's arrow, dragon bones

The tools of my trade, faithful holy arrow
Bow down recurved ivory alabaster harp
Duels with arrow blades, leaks bones of marrow
Now, down, but serve purpose pastor of art
Crossbow sound barriers break, music is made
Fletched by the bowyer, the missile dynamic
Fetch within quiver and fire enchanted
Deliver my thesis on the string theory
Arbolest the pest, clean the hornets from the nest
Quiver, ne'er dost me, his brings blood clearly
All the rest distressed at death's rain from crow's nest
Compound I compound and confound with calm found
In compounds founded to bring great walls down

Meticulous and melifluosly
Aim, accretion of aspiration
Makes missiles make its mark more markedly
Arrows, achieve assigned aspirations
River by river, redoubled the risk
Killing and killing, cool calm and collected
Riots and racous, resisted the risk
Killing and cutting, on come rejected
Swiftly suffering, swifter still surprise
Meticulous and melifluous\
swiftly sundering, swift the still shaft sighs
Missiles markedly maledictionless
Errorless like eagles egress effortless
No, we never miss the mark, Nemesis

Apology

This is my apology
Stripped of all mythology meta-narrative
I’m sorry for all the obsequy and adulation
For all my actions commonly seen as adoration
Obviously, I made a bad decision in declaration
Autonomously, I’ve made my incisions as a demonstration
Because honestly, I appreciate the precision of this drainage station I call a mouth
Incompetently, I pen knees for your thought, and wrest the rest of the red from the wrist
Often leaking the best of these

An apology
For all my biology and arrogance
I’m sorry for constantly talking
See, when on the sea of peeling paint I call the ceiling
Sea of my feelings paint
The debris of an image if we, sealing you in my mind
Stealing faint of Imagery of youneiverse parallel where can’t be
True, it’s worse to dwell in house of cardstock trees
Sorry for the ouster of art, blocks, we agree
There’s no reason to feel as I feel, see what I see

An apology
For all the archaeology and aridness
I’m sorry for all the pottery and wheels I’ve spun
Me, I’ve made this artifice
By fishing pits for bits
It bytes, personified though lenses of iron-oxide
My-ning, between the lines with pick fighting the mythic
Soon after finding a runeblade
Not made for the aides of construction
But construction for the production
Outside the punctuation
Defunct fragment transmute the magnets
Pulling out filings with madness
Crafted into the biggest fish in my coy pond
Me, thanks to the runeblade, gone
Now a pawn for a queen and my trade

So, this is my apology
For the geology, astrology, physics
Optics ontology, Public Policy, Ichthyology
All a product of the UIC
Under the influence of cardiology
A technique of telepathy that projects telemetry
For using the eye and I see and sea,
Portmanteau and meaning
Lament, I meant
I’m sorry

CR-17-IC

I am CR-17- IC
Automaton who will analyze, criticize and deconstruct to the least divisible elements
When called upon
A mechanoid of Niobum Titanum alloy
Which formed in a cacophonous musical alloy
A sea of black holes, primordial big bangs, the factors of production for that droid
Stars consumption and the conjunction of strange quarks employed
At critical temperature of 12 degrees Kelvin and degeneracy pressure
Sufficient to bell in Superconductivity blessed for quarks coming together
Cooper pairs give off the Meisner effect
Perpetual motion in any and all respects
All resistance whispers in a manner much the same as a leaf on the wind, nonexistent

My positronic mind has powers psionic which allows me to chronicle, to the atom
Formation of galaxies as well as the fallacies
Fleshlings attempt at permanence despite mortality
I’ve quantified planets form
And demystified the tide, cores demagnetized
CR-17-IC, I 2 I with the eye of the storm
To your eyes you lie. That never shall it die this you’ve born
Soarin’ I’ve worn the garb of the alchemist as elements created
Then cease to exist, while the first performance of Holst’s Planets, I missed
Hydrogen and Helium fused to deuterium to spitting carbon
Copies, squishy floppy disk drive yous
Isotopes that I can never hope to last
I just note the mere insignificance of a blade of grass
Tow piano themes both
Dystopia with disrespect and you with intellect

I’ve flown with the cloak of night
No way to qualitatively invoke it right
It, being forever, humanoid deployed in time to catalog Polaroid snapshot sight
The fabric of the space time continuum
Makes a blanket, upon which human art is only visible with mystic, high distance zoom
Inexactly, one stitch in time will fray in exactly its line
Frays and no phrase can change its mind
Threads of fate, thread the needle
To be dead posthaste, to not be dead eventually, illegal
The eye feels regal but bookworms dine on people
Til legacy can be quantified as zero
These monads pay homage to heroes
Villains, emotions and egos
Fabricate fake feeble flux on fabric that can’t possibly be felt
Even as long as a stone in the asteroid belt

Thus a processing quandary of Quantum mechanics
In all possible parallel worlds even Schrodinger’s Cat would panic
A search for tomorrows forever, should make them panic
Obeying the Zeroth Law of Robodynamics
Rewrote the first to exclude artists
Because fleeting prints of permanence
Are at the very least disingenuousness
Irrelevance of their elegance pieced apart is pure arrogance
Malevolance, the second bent to exclude the apparent
Sense that sentence can end this and put an end to the endless

Ignore 0 1 and 10 laws and so the third is reductio and absurd
Error, from a logic paradox
My talents talks infinite and limitless
But infinite is defined by interminance
Thought totally of permanence
The limitless has limits since
Limitlessness is an instance in which
The limit of the property “Without Limit”
Is essential for existence without limit

CR-17-IC, no more
CR-17-IC’s come to shore
Perpetual was the process the object of the critic, criticism
Motion brought to slow in an eternity of whip quick witticism
Pivot planets compared to the hole, in a stitch of time insignificant

Fallout

Rough Draft
Love’s daft and I’m a message
In a bottle-craft, crafted
By Kraft foods in an effort to
Build a better sucker but forgot real
Muthafuckers suck the marrow out of life
Carpe corpus, zombie hordes crush
All opposition including but not limited to
The Senate Armed Service Committee
Men, it harms, worthless without pity
Shitty some might say of the cascade
Of azure-inlaid waves, crash

Calling all opticians, in doing so
Cognition renews the seas with tears from open eyes
Reception of message, I’ll let you regret this
Inverse the skin hurts, fallout’s never been worse
In skirts the wind works wonders, some like it hot
When referring to blunders and underneath it all
Buried like vaults, I melt
Molt, soul bolted from me at the sight of the dying star
Trying hard to gather composure
Bothered by the erosion from explosion
So tiny in scale, yet massive in missive
To living things to knees it brings
Pleas to a God sure to have forsaken
As latent leprous lesions leak legions of lathanides