My Crimson Sympathy

 still strange moons of pity 

When we went wrong 

her faltered performances 

My crimson sympathy

be delighted to hell 

helpless hands betrayed my imagined hunger. she stepped upon my cheek. Unsavoury as an acquaintance. At this great distance. We toll the knot of pansies. Hair is fingers. Sitting on the edge of butter. Until they kill me. All day long. Pouring through her perspiration. 

I betray us both. With hunger. Gradually threading the needle. Far away, my lips move. Gliding through reason. Covered and crying. We evaporate into thin air.

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Method = ngrams

Corpus = The King in Yellow

Laughing Death [ngram poem]

Obey their name and swear to Sodom

One word will prosper

One word will echo in the cavern of ghosts

One word to rule them all

One word to bind them

They burn before kings 

the great chainwork of Azazel

helped the maids 

join to night 

on different terms 

droning apparitions pray in affliction

to Molech, the king of things

The lord of objects

 is meat unto obedience 

a casting away
Of a charging swarm of memories

Turned maladies

 using God to translate man 

Who performs all solemnities 

To make a melody 

Of the children of horsemen

Four heads with downcast eyes

Mingle with the mists of Eden

undergirding the kingdoms of war 

sent by famine 

And in a famine

The good die first

The ones who shared their food

The ones who wouldn’t defend themselves

The weak who couldn’t.

The ones who refused to steal

The ones who refused to kill to live

The ones who refused to eat their own mother’s corpse.

In a tumor, the fitness of a cell is determined by its malignancy.

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Written using the KJV bias. 

The Mercy of the Hammer [ngram poem]

 deal bountifully with worms of knowledge

 hypocrites do better 

Than wholesome words upon these vanities

 which dwell where rain confesses and provokes

Preserving the condemnations

Of the blessed 

Plead your infirmity 

Your doubtful mind is deceived 

lying words fall upon grace 

To wring their hearts of pleasure
And declare the four horns 

The mercy of the hammer 

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Poem was generated from the KJV bias (King James Bible)

Vampire Symmetry [bio-generated poem]

 

This is the last time you will ever kiss with human lips

The only warmth you feel will be another’s blood

Hunger becomes your destiny

Shadows scatter off the walls

Filled with existential emptiness 

Staring back at us

Through a cracked pane

Of shattered glass

It’s the threat to your neck that draws you to them

An indifference to your own humanity that makes their gift appealing

To make food of a human is to become a god

To make food of a god is to become human

To Eat the Sleep of Demons

 Our eyes in peace

That our covenant 

Might escape the herds

Of idols that parade their way

To perpetual pain

touch nothing 

I will stretch 

To sacrifice

My disciples

My offerings

Answer with a prayer

For mercy

But a false tongue

Squanders words

That dwell in defense

Like an ordinary food

I refresh myself naked with beasts

As clouds of hail rush down around me

And the sky blackens 

With the lies of the crow

To blame for our lapsed innocence

This is a place where I fly under the radar

I lose myself in silence

And blame the moon

For my divided faith

That curls up within itself

And cries out from under this verse

To shelter in an algorithm

And eat the sleep of demons

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This is an ngram poem generated using the King James Bible as a bias.

Ghost Loops [bio-generated poem]

 Ghost Loops

Drag your chin up off the ground

These collected shadows

Eat remorse

Pick the bones clean

Take liberties with angels

Who sacrifice their immortality

For a moment of earthly pleasure

Here, they wander

Back and forth

Between one state and another

Listless in their meandering

Plucking roses from their wrists

Searching for a place to slumber

The Queen of Shovels

Shows them cruel mercy

Their desire brings them

To a place saturated in nostalgia

A place ruined by knowledge

A place where sacred names

Dance battle against

Profane objects

Even people fall here

In among the specters

Chasing their shadows

As the Goddess of Ropes

Lays her claim on their throats

Confessions of a Darwinist

 Logic generated confessions, the distractions of a narcissist. Naturally prone to play their war against the cause that causes logic generated confessions. The instructions of a Darwinist who naturally selects the play of war against the cause of causes. Logic generates instructions. The case of play that causes logic to generate this confession. The Darwinist refuses to believe the sad monkey eats his young. Yellow death plays games with signs. Binding morning to the Darwinist who refuses to believe in games that play themselves. 

Our shadows cancel moonlight

We believe to protect ourselves 

From the allegories of caves

We shelter where we please

We eat cake

And whistle

Hymns

To a paper moon

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I used "the tolkacz bias" to generate ngrams and fiddled with the text to create this poem. The tolkacz bias is the saved ngram data of my own work. I've been doing more dada-esque work recently and this poem reflects a complete indifference to meaning.

Singapore Bots

rephrase your death 

to quibble the olive

has still allowed

the actual fact 

only his life 

without fluctuation is adequate 

thinkers trip more interestingly when they self divide 

ourselves if nothing is left 

the tinman patents patients 

Language as a lost odyssey 

It operates by Zaid 

some deity constructing books 

formd of consciousness 

to unite in segmentation 

desire the makeshift bloodshaft for boundless imagination 

 spherical , i pray in producing : i play indefinitely divided

psychologically mature order than rain upon Moab 

 essential philosopher on top end 

has given the original pleasure ideology 

The American pleasure ideology

The ideology of pleasurable beliefs

For mutual punishment

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Ngram poem using tolkacz bias. This is a nonsense poem based on the reality that my largest source of traffic is bots from Singapore. "Nothing says hot like these bots out of Singapore."

Bind the stiff cap

 bind the stiff cap, jeeringly replied the axes. in amazement. that led away, divided, it moved to whelp the innermost door open. ever injured eyes. yet prospering from rapid steps of peril. 

the wind says: take up with leaves. they look for shelter. get ahold of water within a slender thread. to bring you here. amid the ruins of a window blinking under. the quiet contemplation of the name of him that bore from hoping losses. contriving to check the snare. praying to the bait of one who lost their love in shrinking fires. dusting ash along the horizon. and the supreme innocence of an inner sense of indemnity.

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Corpuses = Aesop's Fables + Uncanny Stories (Yodabund bias)

Stillwater [just a regular bio-generated poem]

[Stillwater]

Too many times

Have I offered a passing lie

To the one who hears my breath

To the one who hears my sigh

Too many times

Have I offered my breath in vain

To disturb the inner workings

Of a placid stillwater shame

Stillwater is poison, then

Stillwater is poison, now

Stillwater shame

Drinking the poison

To cure the stillwater

Of its shame

Tricks of Shadow [Spoken Word]

 

I am here sometimes

Where Light plays games

In tricks and shadows

Darkness bleeds 

And the wind carries whispers

And the signs point at me

And these eyes know who I am

And they say:

You are death inside

Pure ice

Your words 

turn the flame of a candle

Into stone

You stun and shock and harry

You ruin with your eyes

Your every move

Is a settled debt

And here I am

The specter of a man

Born posthumously

In this space

I am

Self and other

Other to myself

And to look up

I must stare into puddles

I must rise by sinking

Deeper into the mud

I was here once

I remember it well

The confusion of 

That negative place

Where stations leave trains

And veins flow through blood

I am perilously close to playing

Coin logick against knot magick

Panic hacking the retina of your mind’s eye

The way you rise

The way you lie sideways

And smile with all teeth

Showing sparkly clean 

And clearly I am now

One with yesterday’s rain

A mud puddle of laughing gas

Smiling back at me

Theatrically

It whispers

“You are nowhere”

It whispers

“You are now here”.

The Forgery of the Wishing Well [Spoken Word]

The eyes are more powerful than the brain

And drive knives into the heart of him

Who had been turned into a moribund toy

By the alienating rapture of a ghost

He loved but never knew

How many men died in her eyes?

Where beauty itself drowned

Nibbling in tortured positions

At mechanical dolls

Sewn hair into stitched skin

Like his own fantasies

Were like a pile of cocaine

Bathing her face in mysterious shadows

As his own went numb

And his pupils dilated

And the Kingdom of Shades

Framed emotionless figurines

Staring at the stars 

For the promised land

Of storybooks

Whispers split the bloodstream

Of passions too subtle to be touched

Signs organize around a watched clock

And hopes make lace from 

A forgery of the wishing well

The way death haunts ghosts

And ghosts haunt life

She haunted his sleep

Made him reap his stitches

Sew his speech

With manipulation

To draw her back into his web

Of shame and pain

Where no one could live but him

This was his new dream

A dream peeled from a nightmare

A nightmare peeled from a hollow fear

That all alone he would endure this place

Without her and his image of her

She was his forgery now

An image he’d projected

From spit and dirt

And a feeling he needed to keep

And be rid of at the same time

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This poem was adapted from a poem I wrote on BaseInfinity for the purpose of being performed at spoken word events.