protesting arithmetic - original poem

protesting artithemetic

damn the formulaics

the analytics all bleed the same

we condemn the algorithms

and the artificial networks

mimicking the neural ponds

where fish swim in the human brain

just like how stevia

can never replace sugar cane roots

this ball of rocks and dirt

will eventually abandon you

so we aim our six gun salutes

way up into the cognizant sky

knowing the gusts will create stairways

invisible to unilluminated eyes

only tapping on the doorways

with red circles dripping in blood

or the basement doors 

with upside down pink triangles

the hiding and cryptic hordes

all damn the mathematics

because abstract algebra cannot decipher

four dimensional planes

crashing into molten steel beams

forming handrails 

to our cosmic cobbled alleyways

all twisting and turning like snakes in mud

existing as a fantastical light show above

so we say no more to their derivatives

or the integrals that no longer converge

they now deviate from their boundary conditions

before we can convolute them on the chalkboard

so when do the mystics finally have their day

when will the mathematicians look to the occultists

and finally say

we are sorry for long ignoring your sacred geometries 

it is now obvious the humanness of your arithmetic

let us see these physical planes wrongly

so let's instead tumble and fall hand in hand

into Fibonacci's conserved spiral

with our hearts and souls and our eyes clenched

we will point our toes to the solid ground

which tolerated our love for too long

and search for better futures 

on the unknown glowing spheres above

let's work hard to remain silent 

thankful for our past and future illuminations

piece-wise yet nodally conjoined in their forms

along the staircases intersecting in the skies 

LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16725639-protesting-arithmetic--by-Colvet

Beulah - original poem

Beulah

the two fold vision's

dim window to the soul's

scratchy infected eyeball

is now abandoned and rotted

for empty hopes of seeing Beulah

where stoic stone statues

sit on isolated spinning spheres

where all worries, responsibilities

and torched troubles vanish

in the beams of Beulah

within the fractals of dreams

we find the curvature of death

overlapping with birth's incline

so all consciousness may perish

and consciously conjure the present

in a true transcendentalism

looking to awaken innocence

pondering outside in the breeze

swaying like a lotus yogi

deep in meditation

fearful of the image

where I will no longer be

in four fold vision

where all is one

in the imaginative cage surrounding

an eternity afterglow flow

seeing all in only an hour

but all in abandonment

of a singular sensation

deep in Newton's sleep

allow us to awaken

from our fearsome zip ties

tied to the doors

of simple perception

we are not shameful

for needing to be cleansed

we no longer fear

the night fliers

cascading in the infinite seas

we must open all portals

releases all valves

allow infernal vision

to meld with image

of this fantastical world

manifesting non-realities

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16722212-Beulah-by-Colvet

Bob Shaw Covers

Bob Shaw is a highly regarded SF writer.  I have a handful of his books in my collection, but have not gotten into any of them yet.  I am thinking of starting with the Orbitsville series as I have them all and hear they are pretty good.  I also really want to check out the Ragged Astronauts at some point.  I would ask for suggestions, but no one reads this blog anyways, ha!

He has some pretty nice covers to his works as well:

oxytosis - original poem

oxytosis

oxytosis

the removal of femininity

from the suave masculine superhero

the dapper renaissance man

the gentleman of the ages

trading chameleon coats

for hot pressed tuxedos

and royal night gowns

for now ultimate toxicity

is sintered on bullet casings

whey protein creatine

and scrambled egg brains

enjoy your overgrown fruits

your oversized peanuts

too much tissue to chew

for such an undeveloped crew

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16721300-oxytosis-by-Colvet

ventricular solvation - original poem

ventricular solvation

only salvationists know

of the solvation of awareness

the ability of the unconscious

to protest in psychic projections

like mouths in every airy cloud

vomiting etheric liquid spew

raining on selected coordinates

of humanity going on below

only a handful of the honored few

the indigo girls and boys

flying past humanly time and space

into the atmosphere of Jupiter

where they choose to evaporate

like the anhydrous solvents

carrying the leftover residues

that transpose their scattered bodies

fueling the violent gears

twisting and gyrating

their neural wars for GABA

their fantastical fights for truth

dissolving in the evenpool

of the third ventricle

on this night only

the dark triad's unholy youth

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16718844-ventricular-solvation-by-Colvet

golden gryphon eyes - original poem

golden gryphon eyes

your golden eyes

focus on the far

rather than the best

how do you behemoths

gryphons of the night

train your black pupils

so precisely and purposefully?

teach me the secret gift

how to collimate and illuminate

my scattered visions

bouncing off the god head

these waves of pure motions

and unadulterated entropies

combine into a singular cloud

of calculated creativity

they become tainted by the grey drabness

of a cisternal reality

they become pliant on the walls

of flattened vesicles told to stay quiet

I beg of you please

to lend me your eyes gryphon friend

I must get even with God

I must heal my internal wounds

all of my absesses flow

from being shunted too soon

from the terrarium of childhood

and streams of ever-flowing life

I had no choice in choosing

but was forced to mount my windowsill

to stare into the dark dismal skies

and dream of perfect germination

but inside my headscapes

I have learned to ride many mutant beasts

that can fly through opaque pink clouds

and sweep past shadows dripped in darkness

so I'll stand true

in a tall hood of glossy jet black

these alchemical responsibilities

may have made me into an outcast

But I'll still name the names of those

who stole the movements of my hands

and forced me to write of pain and truth

struggling to breathe in a cancerous youth

so pray for me please

your woeful widdiful friend

I just want to see through sparkledust

and your golden gryphon eyes once again

to peer upon the shine of the sun

similarly golden and everso bright 

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16715542-golden-gryphon-eyes-by-Colvet

Dave Wolverton Covers

Dave Wolverton is an author who most people know for his contributions to some of the Star Wars novelizations.  However, his writing runs deeper than that, with a handful of titles and covers to his name.  I recently picked up a copy of On My Way to Paradise (last picture) and I am extremely excited to read it.  Seems like a gory Halo-type of adventure.  I am all game for that!

Here are some covers now: