Ut Duplum

Arthritic hands unclasp and open toward ya,

A gritty flat is financed in Oakland, California,

Minimally adorned, mirth adjourns, time to code,

Frustration battles the pursuit of new plateaus.

This independence eventually foments hesitation,

Also remedies the disease of sensory sensitization,

I ought avail of the lack of my footing's faculty to fail,

Kitetail practice astern spasming lashes writes the tale.

An undiscovered country, let's call it Star Trek sixth,

A ruse to secure my approved tomb as 

inadvertent,

Rebukes my full potential, and calls for revolution,

Choose philosophy that's political for an indication.

The careless barrier I've erected in this occurrence, 

Is hyperawareness of projection and transference,

Persevering till a peerless bearance of undaunted stealth,

Necessitates adopting projection of the unwanted self.

The Disappearing Poem

Waiting room, ear drops, neck hurts, head drops,

Rabid dog, upset, can't go home, Ocuflox,

Cyanotic gung-ho, mental count of death toll,

Even permanent determinists need their self control.

Another HIPAA mistake, privacy sublimates,

Competively disallow secrets just to up the stakes,

Loneliness cracks and runs up ahead of the pack,

Regret seeps into the pavement, always more black.

Dissenters conjecture that they deserve cooperation,

To opt in adopts the same flawed discrimination,

Vaccination? Apologies, technology doesn't exist,

So poof...vamoose son of a bitch.

A Cat's Café in Cali

Lady saunters in, nodding her head to some Bibio,

To a quaint cafe with just enough room for a doppio,

The lake gets circumnavigated, the wind's refrigerated,

The view looks like Ansel Adams with exploding colorization. 

"If we had any dinosaur bones, we could surely construct a kite,"

She notes the wind, turns to me & says, "blathering blatherskite."

I adjust my tie and fluster, who is this eccentric nerd?

I'd like to help you, but am unable, as my vision's blurred.

As she straps on her armor and mounts her iron steed,

I regret we hadn't succeeded at What Am I Thinking,

Shared context would help to improve our common ground,

Better modify the inputs & outputs the 2nd time around.

The Idealizing of Iesha

Brevity may be the soul of wit,

But entropy'll be the end of it,

Feeling too much: that's the policy,

Established by his odd psychology.

Nature roars while reason explores,

One unlocks, the other blocks the door,

The lust is too much, preempting insight,

My heart explodes as I cry in the night. 

Comedy Neck

Peanut butter & jelly mixed with meatballs and spaghetti,
Go together better than a funny yeti & this screwball pretty,
Her profile's wild, beautiful smile, with a halo of spiralen,
Picturing her on a private island give reactions that're violent.

When she drags on her vape pen, and chats on the phone,
Is when I know she cares for me, or prefers to be alone,
I always mix those up, I really should learn to distinguish,
Otherwise I'm getting played like guys with kung-fu grip.

Why do we fall down? To learn to become more sensitive,
Raising my threshold for frustration deserves my attention,
So while I strap on these twenty sixteen glasses and wait,
I wait for her Uber to pick me up so we can begin our date.

If we rush to fulfill each other’s physicality with coitus,
She won't have a reason to intelligence recoinoiter,
Sergio gives me pointers, but we have far-flung ideals,
Sexual fulfillment is easy, I miss how intimacy feels.

Now the lines get shorter, attrition provoker,

The opposite of her tickle party once-over,

It's counterintuitive to wait longer with her,

Maybe our restraint keeps us in the picture.

 

Shane William Scott

R2-D2 is now a Segway Unicycle,

The awful terrors in the City of Eiffel,

Musk angel-landed on the head of a pin,

Black lives do matter and love did win.

Of the twits & wits that 2015 admits,

Your bday doesn't amount to 2 wet shits,

But if friends are close & enemies nearby,

Happy Bday from now to junior high.

Prolegomena to Her

The worst dissonance of information as the synthesis of currency and product,

Conducts in her an urgency for deliverance with a stew of groundnut,

Interest more in the last thing the community notices in one than the first,

Portents my foremost wish for the intellectual intimacy for which I thirst.

Diminished Capacity

I'd rather debate than date, but solitude hampers the cycle,

Equivocating frustration won't lead me to an empathetic rival,

Spirals of primal catch-22s glue beside my craftier faculties,

A heart with passionate promise sits tactfully and atrophies.

Range

Opera is divine, nothing can be finer than Nixon in China,

Smarts, hope, and art can cope with life as a pariah,

Isolation of success is the causation of progress,

But without another to blush, the color is suppressed.

Dressage

Hey Kileydee, pleased to meet ye, I'm denoted as Mikey,

Your smile presaged this message while I decorate the tree,

Global traveling, social advancing, and dancing are your fuel,

I just hope in Central America you didn't become a drug mule.

Mighty Spicy

Hey Rey, what's up? I'm Michael. Sapiophile? Yup,

Are you brilliant? Nice pics, and with very little makeup,

You seem like a catch, but we may clash as a match,

Though I will say I can make samosas from scratch.

Almost Just Right

The resemblance of her presence can't be contained in this sentence,
Her smirking play of wording affirmed the remnants of a dentist,
The empathy underneath her myelin sheath echoed the pulling of teeth,
Henry David Thoreau couldn't even mistletoe be-underneath.

I ineffectively fawned over how she represented herself intellectually,
Though her premise of me chasing coitus, denied my loving demisexually,
Not that we'd yet had the mass of chitchat genuinely warranting that,
I confess to being less possessed of the strength to stifle romance.

She seemed detached. Our exactitude and humor proved the good match,
My eyes still find her photo, though her smoothness embodies the scratch,
I think the reality of this peak of geeky mystique is unlikely unique,
It's less than fun to fall for each one and accumulate the loss streak.

Maybe the relevant content of being triumphant is the art of the sentiment,
Part and parcel of being an arsehole would be being harmfully arrogant,
That the contenders are occasional & singular, merely cries for an overhaul,
Take an emotional bath, and like a polymath, climb upon the ball.

It's an unthinkable principle, but my motivation needs to be reciprocal,
That emotion affirms reason, while logic confirms art, is of itself critical,
Soliciting an implicit hierarchical dominance would decry of a difference,
By unifying each aspect of the mind they'll become each other's complements.

Play Me Quoridor

She was the abstract concept for this project about me,

So analysis of tensions will be outlined from A to Z,

A passion for power imparity coupled with reciprocal respect,

Reduces the ability to capture the king: it's unchecked.

Reusing the way I feel leads to an emotional recycle,

And with bipolar disorder this isn't an option for Michael,

Whether it be a play for power or legit dearth of time,

Their lack of intimacy is becoming an issue, this rhymes.

Popcorn thoughts get hot, then brought to bear,

But she's off hibernating, can't be bothered to care,

His heart caves in, under the Winter of his kissed descent,

Doubtless affecting his motivational capacity to invent.

"Just use science with emotion!" he relented at last,

Though reactions in the past had been easily forecast,

Accusations of insincerity resounded like a guitar,

But it's not disingenuous if that's who you are!

Date science suggests playing hot & cold keeps them begging,

But that just seems like passive Red Pill negging.

I wonder if this assists with love, or mere sexuality,

Efficiency can surely be intertwined with morality.

"And isn't it interesting we're back at my long-term burden?"

He said as he wrenched ourselves back from the 3rd person,

Randomized Platonic forms imposed upon my pain,

Somehow elutes my nerve from the chaos again.

This Olympian foot race of thoughts in my head,

Directs my focus from the popcorn to the kernels instead,

I'll take density of wisdom over their flash in the pan,

Now I'm dancing with metaphor because I apparently can.

But time grows short while my mettle shrinks tall,

If my life'll always suck then why save it at all?

And this weight creates a negative feedback loop,

An entropy blackhole filled with absurdist duck soup.

It's about time & space for a feedback of help,

To give me less of the ness, and more of myself,

I'm in a prime place for my boldface fount to create,

Of late, it's been a stressful mess trying to date.

Long-Distance Mendaciousness

Los Angeles city, now also LA the Ride,

Prevented him from the coffee for which he'd applied,

The woman asked the man if he lets anything slide,

"All the time, plus also I'm funny!" he lied.

He sits alone in a cafe charging his phone,

Reads the obtuse, and hears the unknown,

Neither working on muscle tone nor funny bone,

While the lady resides in a distant zip code.

Letting things slide precludes friction, for sure,

But I need the grip to tether myself to the world,

Their differences surely bespeak of a cure,

So he sits and waits for his points to mature.

A Memory of Our First Conversation

The female skeptic grilled the man,

His formal demeanor had merely began,

He complemented her face and milky features,

And an air of a shy librarian or teacher.

She needed more from him: proof of a brain,

Not another dullard, nor buffoonery again,

Her standards demanded grammar, a capacity to learn,

Though when pushed for the same, she could not return.

~Dr. Michael S Campbell

Once Upon a Timely Preposition

The serpent tempts them both as their shadows carve the light,

He scratches out these words well into the night,

As her tea quantumly steeps at two different degrees,

He places his palm against his head and reminds himself to breath.

The man admits this woman seems intellectual,

Even though she claims to not be a sapiosexual,

A merging of the minds, a synthesis of philosophy,

Can start only after we get our asses some coffee.

To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall,

His humor's too dry, just add water to LOL,

And she heard him exclaim as they talk of taboos,

My eyes are up here, stop staring at my shoes!

Course Mode

At least I predicted this.

But the synthesis of truth led to temporary compensation,

Barely spawned elation diluted the truth with preferences. 

Upon forensics I suppose that was the point of bringing it up in the first place.

Her first face was amazing: my ideal match!

Why she had insecurities leading her to reflect the men,

Was the disrespect they'd born, playing counter to the rules.

The emotional wealth I felt meeting an image of myself,

Led me to give her what I needed while hers flew stealth.

Unfulfilled, she moved on with a confusing sense of wrong,

She'd passed on what it felt like to wait up till dawn.

It's not her fault, just a reminder to find her heart,

Mine lies inside this shaft of mine, anxious to ever be found,

He's allowed himself to live out of bounds, 

But how can anything exist lower than down?

A dusty brown box off in the lost & found.

His empathy with everyone else's lack of it for him,

Continually saps motivation, growing less out and more in.

The paradox here is that he'll need society before long,

Morality in silica will necessitate a theory, and it's best if it's strong.

Should I have tried to find love through sex?

The insights of the above wouldn't've outweighed feeling rekt.

Who was she? Perhaps hidden behind her own deception,

If so, we can both be glad it ended without conception.

Beautiful Lady n

The nurse uses the defibrillators and gets the patient's heart to start,

She abstains from fixing the brain while he recovers outside the BART,

They look into each other's eyes with fear and with bravado,

Then they get up, go for a walk, and share hazelnut gelato.

Ποεμ 01 (Omar)

Emotively they smile,
I believe I'm feeding off their approval,
But it's a case of mistaken projections,
I'm making them approve of others,
What I would never do,
That which would require a sense of self,
Stability allowing for surplus to share,
I'm who I'm attempting to escape,
Caused by skewed competition,
But I'm good at that,
It's consumed my identity,
I've stripped away all unnecessary components,
To serve as resources for the comedic best,
But surely he jests,
What can the world's funniest man do in a vacuum of approval?
A drought? A hiccup?
Stability demands a foundation made of more.
The hierarchy of funny people,
Always needing someone funnier to reset them,
Has reached the end of its infinity.
What salvage may I repurpose?
Empathy. Powerful empathy.
Might I now hack them for my ends?
I will force my fingers into their gaps,
And pry apart the weaknesses seen safely when I was the entertainment.
Perhaps not.
If I'm to become the robot,
I must not lay down these powers,
If I'm to create AI I must now empathize with that which I pursue,
How does one make an AI laugh?
I haven't the slightest,
But by god if it can be done,
I will rip the humanity from myself,
And reconstitute it into a collection of gaps,
As I draw my hands out I'll hold in mind the restraint,
If I can do it, others can,
Yes, that's what I'll do,
I'll hack myself.
I begin with this poem.