Varied Intent

By Sean O'Leary

This is a collection of poems that was compiled from ages 15 to 23. There are over-arching poems that tie them all together and there are even smaller themes that section them off further. Outside of poems about love and family, which are also included, there are sections on string theory, Deconstructionism, philosophy, epistemology, drug use, and even shit - literal shit. Through deep introspection, witty word-play, or vulgar humor, these poems relate to the spectrum of our being and as such need to be. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anomaly Seer Publishing
• Release date: May 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393247517

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Verifying Variance

Experimenting in word play

To virtually verify all the variance made relevant

Never all-encompassing

Just verifiable

For there are far too many variables

How do I explain varied intent?

How do I extend it?

VaR(ieD) = Variance (i.e. difference)

InTENT? = in a tent of questions

But what does this mean?

How do I verify variance?

First, I must find out what I am undertaking

Then, what my variations are

Lastly, what has actually happened

Upon posing this question

What is being created?

What is happening?

The Intentions to Mention

My fanaticism functions to form ideas of extensions

And to eternally weave life in a tent of questions

Here, I display my dialogues and extend my intention

What are my intentions? – A journey

So, follow the italicized font on the section’s titles

They are numbered

Therein this poem resumes

Stages of Myself

1.  Phenomenological veils set up my view

Intake divided by episodes

Stages take form

As a result of the belief of a greater picture

Pixilated microcosms morph to generality

Webs are formed

There is then a gray area emerging

The extreme light from

The colliding kaleidoscopes

Has brought me further from

The light than known possible

Therein is the problem: knowledge collapses

I can live a life if I can remake my life

What are my essential needs at their core?

Get me down to one thing

Then get rid of the concept of number

I am gone

And then, a change of events

As seen in the melting wax

I can build my horizon

And strive for it by my will

I can determine how to fit into my mind

How to mold my extremes

Into the fanatic (at least)

There, maybe, I can then recognize

The tenses and the tension

Then, figure out both sides of what I question

The sane and insane

How do I intend what is extended

How do I extend what I intend?

On what do I relay and

What are the things that I defy?

Where am I and are you here?

Phenomenology

Webs

Imaginary lines – tunnels telekinetic

Piece together everything in one life

to make that the meaning

Initially a tree couldn’t be that simplistic

Simply surreal, a faint image of a web

We gaze on lazily lustful

to imitate mental processes

Cigarettes burn

Passing conceptual congruency

"If there was once one

regardless of multiple changes

variance must end at sameness

– again the one"

Hence, here is the point where morals are drawn

In the clouds, above our knowing to attempt

To follow humanistic ideals of right and wrong

This scale lies in the same place it does on any map

This is about The World

Can we find a close enough similarity

Through our world of dispersing

From further neonates

Novices everyone remains that prolong differentials

I remember that I am able

To compare contrasts and contrast comparisons

I find fullness through the appreciation

And understanding of the differences

That make us the same

As I ponder, wandering through the cosmos

With my brain sodomizing my heart

And my heart enjoying a twist of S & M loving

I will look at the gas particle cluster

And contemplate compliance to The Questions

That we stubbornly answer and label truths

Absent thoughts of consideration

Of other paths to salvation

Therefore, the only religion is religion...

Comparatively:

The moon brings dew to bring sins, here, obstacles

To a day where the necessity becomes just that

(the necessity)   Make your webs

Can You Leave the Door Open a Bit?

Beliefs cast shadows – decide: desire and intent

My sensations are perceived/received

But are they conceived? What is conception?

Can it be flawed by emotion?

Rollercoaster into self-destruction

Have my actions reflected my reality?

Has causality, exponentially,

Created a positive telescoping?

Kaleidoscope collides in those times of practicality

If common sense exists, is it a negative cyst?

Is emotion a hinderance of practicality?

In order to fulfill the desires and intents

I must understand my beliefs

The beliefs contain these shadows – that is where I am

They grey – the neutral – leaving open everything

But now I realize I must restrict to fulfill intents

Unexplained rhetoric

Reason is redefined but still not certainly defined

Do I conceive?

Life Relived

Resounded sound sent through regret and rebirth

The earth quakes quickly

Sending reverberations reflecting sanctity

Swiftly, I see songs in all that brings about its essence

Sing a song of sorrow, but make it happy

Market to media – monopolize – on the road – mobile

Bile – benign – beliefs betwixt in a bewitching evil

Self-fulfillment – Am I a product of a possessed

Manipulating necessity

Sex, food, water, sleep, shelter

Schooled in these thoughts – sheltered by rocks

That weigh down our possibility – yet all advance anyway

Which belief do you adopt and how do you worship it?

It takes more than I give  (Life)

It takes more than I give  (Life)

It takes more than I can give (Life)

But I go on giving (Life)

Get Rid of the Quantitative Me

Lines cross out shades of my picture

Scribbling over scenes of creativity

Like smudging realism into a room without its light

Dark has become grey since my rebirth

I have expected emotion

After the fact of actuality, I am that much closer

To acceptance and content

Reaching extremes through experience

Makes finding a balance that much more real  

It takes longer but uncertainty deems it so

Bond – enemy, bond – me

Equality after the suffering we cause each other

The time is about up – help me – hurt me...

Let us see each other after being outside ourselves

Deconstruction creating structure

The oxymorons seem to be making sense

(when telling stories outside the lines)

I only feel that essence is as much

the feeling as the sense

Scents sensed since innocence seemed nonsense

Anger, depression, estrangement

It should have been here but was before last

Calculation, failure, acceptance, content

Scepters of substance see severs

Not as separates but as parts of one

That is one outside the one

This is Starting One Way and Ending Another

Amber wax – frosted glass containing it

The only light I see past oceans of candles

Dimness bringing with it the mood

Sights on the opposite of a mental mirror

Articulated compositions accusing our self-view

Withdrawn from the study of self-health

Not that which you can find resolve in your text

Phonemes mean nothing amongst our syntax

Talk antiquated and just wait,

I wish to see on the whole

So many meanings

Possibilities of piecing together

Puzzles of color wheels

To be aware of the shades in the bright

And making highlights in the night

Sight – changing perspectives

Angels amalgamate – might

To fight the required endurance of flow

So, find the influence with fluctuation

Keep testing different starts

Different means – different ends

Opposing possibility: a liar, among the same

Experience in a different

These are merely poetic expressions

Of what we all potentially go through

The vicissitudes: I start here  and end

unknown

Good-Bye, State of Just Wait

Tilling the land; patiently awaiting the harvest

I built up a life in the state of just wait