Xah Lee Poems: The Writ of My Heart
When a person's sanity is at balance,
when human passion is raging,
no etiquette must get in the way.
-- Xah Lee, 2001.
By happenstance that I, also have fallen into the vacuity of poesy. I assure you 'tis not by intention, but the rape of serendipity. Most of these are by-products of communication of online fora. Rendered by the force of compassion, a impetus of anguish, feelings come thru the screen. Nothing have stopped it. You didn't stop it.
Covid19
on the road 🛤 of AI 🤖 age cometh the Wuhan 🇨🇳 bat 🦇 death 💀 U.S. 🇺🇸 raging bull 🐂 gallops to one mega leaps of faith 🙏 2020-04-29
i goto fridge make sandwich opened the door and saw virus six feet backing off scares into the chaos of bat death 2020-04-19
maybe god is sending us a message. if you look at the numbers, get their ratios and cross ratios in order, maybe it has a message. The message is: you gonna die!
went to bed, thinking of Artificial Intelligence, robotics, quantum computing, cryptocurrency, and future of humanity. wake, i see zombie death
Self Portrait
i will build a dam, when there is a pussy flood. for i am a collector of nature, and a lover of its treasure. i will use my savings, to quench those thirsty, and lubricate those angry, for i have suffered and suffered; the pain and anguish. --2002-08-17
magic a scissor i wish so sharp and so cross so that i can chop chop off brainless heads i would like to swing a giant ax swing off with their heads of priests and deans evil wish i be hatred i behold the righteous and the main torture with no death befalls to them -- recently i read, mankind was not kind, Charles Bukowski, how i love you so. speak truth you do, of folks on his earth, pettiness and conceit, fucking asses and holes. humble and polite, decent and all-right, God this, children that, motherfucking lies. i'm on your side, let us make a friend, power shall we hunger, death to those differ. we shall speak truths, truths of our own kind, just like mankind, fuck opposing kinds. ethics we device, moral we indite, praying we force, down mankind's throats. mankind you fuckfaces, we are truth harbingers, conform and revere, lest God strike you down. --2002-09-20
Above, written as a postscript in a post in comp.lang.lisp. Inspired by recent readings about Charles Bukowski.
dark clouds looming, surrounding me, in a deserted island. because i see the stars, shining and bright, they are killing me. --2011-08-25
iron ball, rusted and scarred, tittering on the window sill, wondering, when i'm gonna fall --2011-09-01
dear cocks, it is often the case, that i do contemplate, the degree of cockiness, that i should exhibit myself. if showing-off too much, i then beget revulsion. if i show not enough, then i'm not man enough. therefore i trounce, when being pressed, on the delicate balance, that i might have trashed. now you understand, 'tis not my loftiness, but my frailties, that you should endorse. on the other hand, with regard to the universe, my name is Xah Lee, and i'm still matchless. --2004-08-01
i wish to bore myself, a task drear and dear, of bearing naked girls; bodily toil and moil. in that i learn contact, of flesh and humanity. and meditate the heavy duty, of men and eternity. --2005-01-02
chick a flirt, raging a cock, don't have it you? fuck off --2000-04-26
writing art
when poets in this world, savvy an integral or sum, then belles-lettres and their utters, might sum to some value. --2001-11
i have a lesson for smart asses, that poesy is not found in thesaurus, but thesaurus is the foundry of poem, only if you are not an ass. --2000-04-26
I, Xah Lee, grammarian and academician justice and vengeance pain and punishment as tormentor and the damned I to them --2004-04
love
she mounts the cockpit mine ready to fly the sky to the height of her soul over the horizon high rise above the throttle punch down with a grunt the sky spins fast sweats and tits fly fire burning behind thrust pitch and dive in fury of Gs climb legs clamp breaths pant red hot friction heat bustle the whole expanse power of fuel injection combust in tunnel tight glide for a rest time for another flight --2005-01-14
The above is the response after reading a poem of sexual tone in rec.arts.poems:
i tweaked your nipples
until they were f-15s
turning on the afterburners
we rose into the sunrise
and your face only confessed
savoring my genitals
i paint the character for love
on the sweat on your chest
you keep my balls in a purse
you swing over your shoulder
when you need to feel free
-- david rutkowski, 2005 Jan 14
I imagine, you and me, strike a fire, two of us, warm our hearts, body to body, a perfect fit, dick and cunt. as to courtship, redundant, as to romance, how it is, preordained, schizoids, doll and dildo, you and me. --2001-10-29
the above is written to a extremely intelligent prostitute i acquainted online in a schizoid forum at yahoo.com.
a speck of my body, then you come along, a pulchritude of Athena, a sultriness of Aphrodite, the effect of your appearance, a magnitude of heaven and earth, a tumescent transcendence, to behold. --2004-04-28
The above is written publicly in orkut.com to a rich, beautiful, and brainy 18-years-old girl at Stanford University, in which i got no response. Her name is Yi Shi.
online persona virile geek pretty girls i do seek arid net masculine void rec.art.poems auspice femme living legend one giant prick wanting honey cuddling home poetry can do on or off quench your thirst body and mind sweeping you off of your feet up and down tossing you high commading you as your wish making you cum cum after cum stop the planet like right now for you have found one true love send me photos one two three and we unite from there on --2003-12
The above is written when i discovered forum rec.art.poems.
with goodly gree, I'll take Psyche. disrobe her rosy gown, bare her soul, effect her weep, a wail of women make. a flower so fleshy, a warmth innermost, dig and besiege, psyche soma incessant. yonder daisies and nymphs, come hither pleasure my cause, I fulfill you rub, nurture the wallflower belle, to one sexual bless. --2005-01-19
The above is written in response to reading this poem on alt.english.usage online forum.
Psyche chooses the rose petal gown Knowing daisies and forget-me-nots (those wispy maidens) are picked first every time. So she becomes a wallflower pressed to sleep forgotten Between the creases of a book shelved. -- Diana (Diana_of_the_hunt @ excite.com) 2005-01-19
i will become an ironclad airplane if bijou wants me to ram thru rocky belts and bear fiery skies i will become a conniving fish if bijou wants me to submerged in breathlessness mum under one thousand tons with a cry swing my tail tsunami to cause, continents to tumble when the dearly beloved bijou speak with her eyes i will become a swirl a caressing nothingness to be 'round her great person and escapade in her aura i will be a man when bijou wants me to to fuck her carnality and tread the earth and sea she will have me become anything she will have me be bijou a mistress in fine a puss of most acute charm --2005-07
The above is dedicated to a redhead i acquainted online, who is exceedingly knowledgeable and cute. But at the end i seem to be ignored.
all ye chicks of lettered art, perk thy ears and hearken my charm, “Wet pearls she wept and mine like chalcedony rolled And, joined in milky riviere, around her neck they hung.” like an arrow flies life's juice, thy heart I aim thy chest I splash. --2005-02
The above came from a discussion on alt.usage.english on a poem in The Third Kalandar's Tale of Richard Burton's Arabian Nights.
They say beauty is in the beholder of the eye. I say ugliness is in the eyes of beholders. it never fails me to trample every lovely hearts, leaving a trail of blood. In the encyclopedia of sex, there are every kind of fits. and when it comes to nonsense, poetry is the nonsensest of them all. In this swirl of passion, i paint the spirit of graffiti. Xah pissed here, April 2000.
The above is written as a guestbook of a tech girl's website, of which i like. Her name is C J Silverio.
computing
there is a Python, pithy mighty, lissome, and tabby algorithms it puffs conundrums it snuffs and cherished by those savvy there is a camel, kooky ugly, loathsome, ungainly hacking it supports TIMTOWTDI it sports and transports DWIM-wit's fancy --2005-03-24
The above is written as the opening of my Python Tutorial project.
The church of emacs filling of chars lispy and binding buffers insert yank meta sexp add-hook eight M-bites and C. swapping --2007-08-12
The above is written for in i think comp.lang.lisp, used for my Emacs Tutorial.
In my last message I dedicated a poem to all common lispers: My name is Scheme, pure and beautiful, but in the real world, i rape and beat lisps, all of them to death. Now, i wish to complement it by a dedication to the Schemers: The fire in my eyes, burning fierce and bright, reflecting flare before my eyes, Common Lispers' asses alight. In conclusion to the topic of this thread, i dedicate this one to all siblings in-fight: My brethren lessons a learnt, never utter truths a bent, lest Xah elder wrath a birth, thy buttocks =puff=, ignite. --2001-02-28
the above is written is a computer language forum (comp.lang.lisp) after a bout of argument where Common Lisp fanatics accuse Scheme fanatics that Scheme is not in the family of LISP languages.
I know a monger named Wall who always peddles his Perl if he had any grasp he would just lisp Wall's nothing but a troll --2000-02-23
The above is written in a computer language forum (comp.lang.perl.misc).
in the climb to geekdom, you have few rungs to catch, before you see my ass. --2005-02
The above is riposte to snide remarks by tech geekers, in a computer language forum (never posted).
emacs's *scratch* amounts to a bitch but we cannot ditch the banner of our church --2012-04-26
Apple O S X one of those U nix beauty and beasts new Eunuchs' Complex i love Apple O S i hate all Eunuchs now with O S X love hate amiss the sea of fanatics unices 'n' Open Source Beavises 'n' Buttheads making all the noises Think Differenter's voices clamoring all over places beauty and Eunuchs marries in peace in my dream O S there is no unix beauty and elegance without fanatics --2002-04
The above is written in a Mac OS forum, in the year when Mac OS switched to unix.
one bag of morons. don't have time to deal with now. will write off in few days. maybe i'm down, but sometimes i wonder, whether my problems's cause, i'm a outlier of mind. coupled with a character, due by a odd growth'n'faring, rose a difficulty, with the sea of 'holes, and the motherfucking heart, that's in males, demonic. --2006-04
The above is writen to describe my encounters of the tech geekers in newsgroups.
pain and hatred
once upon a time there lived a creature in the valley of suffering, whose name is Pain. one day Pain met a playmate, and her name is Pang. Pain and Pang thus lived in their insufferable union, impervious of happiness, happily ever after. --2002-07-17
Above is written impromptu when trying to post to a test area for testing google's web based newsgroup system at groups.google.com. I think i was trying to test whether google uses unicode, and during the post, i thought i also wanted to post something meaningful, other then just “hi this is a test”.
Women
a red flame, flamboyant skirt, flaring up for all to see, her beauty and heat.
above written for a photo of a flower and photo of a hot woman. See: The Flaming Cyclamen.
'tis of the age of Gender Feminists hitting the American stage questioning she and he extols the queer and weird and axing the womanly and manly upon a glittering postmodernity --2004-04
The above is written in a feminism forum. See What Is Gender Feminism?
on Orkut ladies Brazilian brazenly a pretty a million whose tongue is nimble of bi-and-lingual in numbers sextillion --2004-11-30
The above is written on the online forum orkut.com, where it is invaded by Brazilian ladies with their sexual expressiveness. See A Cross-Cultural Look of Sexual Anthropology thru orkut.com.