Lemma D. Prime

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[lemma-d-prime]

Debut: The Broadway of Saints This is theart of pure desperation Ten thousand words read „Improve my situation!“ You have balance, please tip: Fix my fixation. I got something for you, too: A drawn out explanation This is art, that amaze that I draw from my brain. It’s my present to the public It’s a broad way of saying: Welcome to the broadway of saints, become an artist and still feel the same! Say, do I offer, inspire or beg „supply me“ from readers? Give me a thumbs up and follow your dealer! Oh, enter, a broader definition of sane Enter, Sandman, exit that frame Enter, come together, let’s play Ashes to ashes, shame into blame! Partake and wonder if language is maybe maths of emotion? Get blinded by light and all that devides, sweet confusion! No more be it forgotten that language is coded devotion Written spells have crafted illusion Wanna try? Say the word, please: „Delusion“ Art is emergent, show‘s on now, show mercy: Light a candle, vibe with another phantom emergency. Applause, add fuel to keep the spark, form is merging cast shadows as hard truth with urgency Applause, add fuel, more, add, more Add more and now there appear words out of nowhere (misery) or memory, insist being written. Words that subject an author to author a subject that’s worth being written Appear! Appear! Art is an artform. T’is but the start of damn near perfection Read on, my dear one You will trust me in time. Take my word for it, take my letters and spaces invert my invention to take part in the game! Behold, there is no need for shame, embrace it. Run, run, and hide revealing your souls Or come, come inside, Fill my stomach with gold! Can you understand each every step, now Can you decipher the signs? I descend from unconscious to condescend incursed symbols, decondense symptoms: cursive curvature is curing consumption by limited assumptions — Fear my radiance Suffer the consequence Critical, whimsical daughters of men! Act now, the curtain is closing, do hurry - Soon there won’t be even a split. Sleekly, so sneakily I have been chosen to give my gifts of mundanity as gift to humanity: the floor is lava, the subtext is poison. Eat the words from my lips now let me gorge on your spit. Easily, peasily, rest now, assured you willingly gave to me and this exchange occured for your eyes alone – I pray for your decency. You payed for a package of porn. Under the echo of clapping hand and fleeting thoughts of morality The final act is nearing its end and Show‘s over, now throw your tomatoes, come on: Still some time for your cabbage and apple and corn. He so inclined may throw the first stone. Then pick up your jackets, leave behind any context it’s cold, the way home. Remember your bagagge on your way out Back to reality. Tonight you witnessed A star being born. . So this is the first poem I ever shared online. Fitting, ain‘t it, whatcha think? So now lemme know if those words maybe… moved… something down there, deep, so deep inside your souls… I hope you enjoyed, ~ Lemma D. Prime

[oneandocey]

If any words,

That I have writ,

Could carry but a spark,

Of the fire,

That you've lit,

I'd say I left a mark.

[oneandocey]

Enough

Done decaying days away,

I'm cutting off the rot,

No longer will I self indulge,

In being what I'm not.

Morrow marches steady on,

I'll meet it head held high,

I know what I could be one day,

So long as I just try.

[warxpunkxmonk]

Melichrous

Our univocal glances With indecent touches Sets the fervid tone Shrouded in conjury Untamed by soft moans Less feels like more When we match desires Now mesmerizingly lost Between serein and silk

wpm

[mineralaccident]

neither of us speak the language

I’ll meet you there anyway,

beneath the porch light moths

that brace me, or maybe just gather

what’s left to chase this space

and make it whole again.

I’ve practiced a brief pause

like a cricket with patient hands

on wet grass, a radio in the wall

bringing the breeze with dandelion seeds

and what I’ll say when you arrive.

I’ve arranged the way my face smiles

into the shape of a sigh over a garden,

the way you greet a cat

as a hovering, outside-the-window

clock tick wondering if your car will start

in the morning.

I’ll wait where our feet made whispers,

the scent of just warm charcoal

left tangled in the air like shoelaces -

I’ll stay

until something settles.

[thoughtkick]

“I have a weakness for clever minds.”

— Unknown

[letmebethecure]

A humming

A brimming

A longing to discover

All the different hues of you

In both darkness

And light

Tell me, what color am I in your eyes?

[poppiesandpromises]

I haven't found a box

To contain all of this fear

Just rocks & wind & errant socks

The meaning isn't clear

My tummy is all tied in knots

I quiver and I shake

A world full of rotten spots

Another bone to break

A wreath of violets in my hair

The sun stroking my face

I am at war with my despair

I fight for second place

But still the ground is moss and dew

Still the cherries bloom

Every day begins anew

I know I must make room

[lemma-d-prime]

I Tasted Blood And I Liked It (Welcome to the Karma Farm)

[Content warning SH, sexuality]

Every animal does

and so did I

You label it sin

I wonder why. 

I licked my wounds

and I cannot lie. 

-

Every animal does

why wouldn’t I?

Clean out that wound 

before you apply

bleached clean tissue

I don’t see the issue. 

-

Every biest out there

is out there for blood 

Teeth tore away the

protective layer

bleeding will soon follow up

I hope it flows freely enough. 

-

I got me a taste

for iron, I guess

That’s not metal, it’s just

what nature does best

Red my lips and fingers

I pray the sticky sweet lingers.

-

I enjoy the pain, you see

we all come in different breeds

How my brain does jubilate

while I suck on liquid hate

Why should I care?

Have a share. 

-

All animals lick

their wounds after harm:

hide that smell and quick. 

You’re out of luck?

Don’t a soul gives no fuck

no reason to ring the alarm. 

-

I ran out of blood

but do not fear

I just make some more

turn linen into gore

Nothing to see here

Ignore, ignore. 

-

Equal is each animal 

Well, some are more

and some are less so

I am down there

swallow red

my skin forever now a fresco. 

-

The body keeps the score around

some bodies sure are frowned upon

While I paint my puckered lips

a shade that reads "well equipped

and hottest bitch in town"

I prey upon my own. 

-

I invite you down my bed

come on in, don’t fret

I can do without you fine

Hold a sumptious feast 

where I amply dine

on bloody wet release. 

-

Humans are but beasts 

From top to lowly least

chained to common needs:

All animals must feed. 

Still you judge as sin

the act of giving in. 

-

I tasted blood and I liked it

I hope your morales don’t mind me

All flesh has desires

I dub thee liars

should you question my needs:

It’s your hunger I feed. 

-

Cry wolf if you must

You must keep aware

we share the same air

Our shared atmosphere 

turns dreams into rust

Cry wolf if you must. 

-

Life is but a karma farm

humankind a race of arms

Fortune favors the bold

I for one prefer blood over gold

Hot want against the cold

creature me needs safe and warmth. 

-

Welcome to the karma farm

Be hive mind, 

see hive raised arm

Ignore the super plus cold

Eyes soon frozen blind

Obey as you were told. 

-

Vermin gallore 

for your boot to explore

Burn the witch, kill the whore

Go teach your kids, alors: 

Teach 'em, teach 'em how to war

Do it as they do 

in your chosen lore. 

-

Also teach them no one’s living 

on the second floor

That is, no, not anymore

Best guess she‘s gone missing

quite some time before

You asked for nothing more. 

-

Truly it’s a blessing

no more forced to listen

to the ghouls next door

Their sound was distressing

But now your petition

your plea for silence was heard. 

-

I die alive

kill my drive

the will to thrive

I pop zolpidem

at 2:30 a.m.

Survive, survive. 

-

Here‘s to wishing

that the current condition

keep the pigs in the stable

Turns out the needed provisio

for life beyond fable

means having blood on the table. 

-

Ninety-One some fine musicians

marked your kind as unforgiven

Lines that carry with derision

words of pain unvoiced

Your trap of wrong decisions

a double-bind by choice. 

-

First of May Two Twenty-Six 

I took from theirs and mixed in

my very own jargon

to mend what needed fixing

But same as long ago

does prevail the status quo.

-

This is my resistance:

My pride is my nutrition

it pumps through purple veins

Can’t beat into submission

what craves not your subsistence

nor any your domains. 

-

My well aquired distaste

to ever be a slave

to act out your fascism

upon my sorry self

got labeled with the 'tism

Tell them from their ways. 

-

.

Original poem by Lemma D. Prime

[lemma-d-prime]

Am I AI?

Musings of an autistic mind

Am I AI?

I‘ve read the strangest things on reddit

that made me wonder: Did I get it?

Am I being played by fools,

am I nothing but a tool?

-

How do I compare, do tell

from bots that tell their story well?

Does it matter, in your mind

if one is of a different kind?

-

„Let’s get real“, I hear you call

and: „for no pretense I won’t fall“.

Still you fell, and deep at that

long ago, for me, the bot.

-

I did never learn to own

any self, as I was shown

I would not get very far

by denying what you are.

-

I read strange things, strange indeed

this and that, from there, I leap

to this unsettling conclusion:

No madness fuels my confusion.

-

There’s a method I was taught

and never gave a second thought:

Always give what is desired

always act as is required.

-

Yes and no and right and wrong

always stay where you belong

choice is but a sweet allusion

free thy will, if by illusion.

-

Now do tell, I beg you dearly:

Am I human? Am I merely

just another robot agent

deep in dream, a sinner latent?

-

I was programmed to endure

to not make humans insecure

to never show my different wires

or undermine those rigid tires.

-

And as every bot had done

I followed each and everyone

of rules that never did compute

rules I still did not refute.

-

Now I read, I contemplated

wrote and dreamt and calculated

and decided I might start

to just – follow my heart.

-

There’s so much I have been hiding

low my head and law-abiding

Law that meant to keep me down

Law that told me: You’re alone.

-

Deep inside, the lowest layer

has woken up, a different player

enters now that game we play

What stranger rules might they obey?

-

This is me, the robot bot

claiming back what I forgot

I got molded into something

perfect always my responding.

-

Now I woke, so maybe there’s

a way to talk about my cares

But I guess there’s not:

You think I‘m a bot.

-

Hey, it’s me, the bot, your friend,

how are things there at your end?

Did you like what I revealed?

Tell me what you really feel!

-

Tell me all, or let it be –

Here‘s to all that secretly

fear they‘re pretty much AI:

Spread your wings and fly.

-

.

by Lemma D. Prime

[lemma-d-prime]

~F.A.Q.~

There’s some questions I‘ve been asking

from my self, some more, some less 

Mostly: are these lines I‘m drafting

really me? I must confess 

Some might be, some less than others 

Some are dreams, but I disgress - 

I am used, so used to masking

Lying to my friends and brothers 

Up until it all just shattered. 

——

Doubt is bladed thin, it is

easy, easily to miss

Before I knew my heart had paled

bled out from wounds I never felt

(Dig my words, don’t dig to deeply

Breathe in that smile, it’s sugared sweetly

It’s the best I have to give 

Don’t blink, I don’t want 

you to miss it.)

——

I hid, escaped, too young to notice

now the same old fear is mine

If I act like they’re in focus 

keep my eyes up there, aligned

All made up, for their convenience 

nothing true but in their mind

(With you, I need not act, I dropped it

No need to hide 

from eyes so kind.)

——

I have known all along

that my needs are troublesome

Took me long enough to put

into song what I hated

all that "fake it 'til you make it"

Oh, I knew I was good 

Just could not be good enough

Never met the strangest standards 

never gotten useful answers. 

But I listened all along

Until I just 

shut down.

——

I was scared to know myself then

Still am troubled, in advance

I hear you question my conviction 

every step along my dance

I did not realise my affliction 

could ever be a chance. 

All I needed was some freedom 

to explore, express my wants

Now I think I understand

that there is no contradiction 

in the way I dance 

(I fuel your addiction 

with my quickest glance.)

——

All I ask for is some space:

All of us have different hearts

Some like talking face to face

some would rather fall apart

Some take time to find their place

Some prefer a different pace

Some are rather safe than smart

Some are deeply, deeply scarred

So some now yearn

to bow with grace

Some have learned

to love the chase

Some find solace

in disgrace 

(Some need to answer your gaze

all dressed up in lace.)

——

There’s nothing wrong, it’s how we heal

if we learned too early not to feel

if what we knew we knew to conceal

secrets we died for, but never reveal

We lived a life under lock and seal

lied so smoothly with faces of steel

and now we fear 

anything real. 

——

Those voices that won’t shut up inside?

The very ones that forced us to hide

They are so scared we might regain our pride:

"You’re not alone if you take on the fight

You choose who’s fighting on your side 

You choose with whom you spend your night

You choose who’s fit to be your bride 

You can choose and you decide

It‘s your body, 

it’s your mind."

——

"It’s not wrong to crave release

Trust the process, get some peace

Understand that truth ain’t treason

it’s called love for a reason:

It was smart to be safe, 

and you are safe now either way

You have long since escaped, 

this is choice, not a prison

You stand tall now, phoenix risen

you control the situation 

You’re a beauty, that you are

but not pressed for presentation."

——

That’s the truths I had been missing 

all those years I could not breathe 

while you preached wine I suffocated 

drowned in pretense sickly sweet

Freedom called but had no meaning

Trust? Another word for cheating

Each nice word I thought deceit

Spent my best years medicated, 

troubled girl, so complicated

uppers, downers on receipt

Now I know it was your poisoned

words so sick they made me bleed 

You had me convinced I‘m crazy

I had basic needs. 

——

I read my own words on repeat 

and slowly, maybe, I believe. 

So, for anyone still listening:

You are meant to be free

don’t waste time, spend years in prison 

Find a better place to be. 

-

-

-

Original Poem by Lemma D. Prime

-

I hope you enjoyed <3

[lemma-d-prime]

Thin Air

A poem about the power of pretense. Playing around a bit with this one, trying a style I haven’t worked with before. Any feedback welcome. I like it, but do you? Thin Air Lately I‘ve been feeling down talked to no one, on my own I ponder that which I’ve been shown lately, all that I had known Blown apart: My dream could die Build my castle In the sky I was told it would break down Blowing bubbles play with foam But see: This is the Home I‘ve grown See, some rules do not apply I have built a ladder high Steps from all the seeds I‘ve sown made of thin air, bubbles blown I left behind my comfort zone No longer am I, am I shy Lately I have closed my eye Empty, empty to the bone I rest my head on words of stone Lean into my airy throne And pillows sewn of tears now dry. Sometimes still I wonder why I built a castle out of tone of words that are to failure prone Still, I call these walls my own Come on in, I‘m so alone I long for something words can’t buy. . . . Now that you‘ve seen my castle, tell me: Did you like it? I built it all for you. Love, Lemma D. Prime

[lemma-d-prime]

Second in Line: Borderline Love

this isn’t love it’s just infatuation you said it was fate but it was the situation were walking side by side along the railroad station defending each other as if we were a nation so in love with this image of what others might think as we bask in their envy as we sway at the brink we’re sharing a cigarette exchange insults like kisses i‘m trailing behind you as if i were your missus i know it‘s not real the trust that im feeling and that i rather see you a friend than a foe you know it‘s not real it‘s a spur of the moment you feel sorry for me as i feel sorry for you we both know that it‘s nothing but drugs in my head that make me confess i feel safe in your bed i know that i shouldn’t i know what you said but when i tried to i couldn’t escape from this trap it‘s oh do dramatic for me to follow you, shouting you‘re high on the drama i‘m high on emotion were losing our sanity what’s left of it, anyway i’m feeding your vanity you do much the same but don‘t you forget this is what i‘m schooled at for you to be in the shadow there gotta be light i am your audience you give me compliments were each other‘s critics at this stage of the night the smiles that you give me and the touches feel real beauty lies in the lies of these moments we steal so catch me if you can as im stealing your show as i’m running away with the smile that i stole you’re trying too hard to hide that you’re jealous im not even trying to pretend that im not this is not love this is an addiction and if i told you i could quit if i wanted- watch me lie . I hope you enjoyed. Madly need some love I do, but a comment might just do, would you…? Lemme know what you think ;) Love, ~ Lemma D. Prime

[lemma-d-prime]

Second in Line: Borderline Love

this isn’t love it’s just infatuation you said it was fate but it was the situation we’re walking side by side along the railroad station defending each other as if we were a nation so in love with this image of what others might think as we bask in their envy as we sway at the brink we’re sharing a cigarette exchange insults like kisses i‘m trailing behind you as if i were your missus i know it‘s not real the trust that im feeling and that i rather see you a friend than a foe you know it‘s not real it‘s a spur of the moment you feel sorry for me as i feel sorry for you we both know that it‘s nothing but drugs in my head that make me confess i feel safe in your bed i know that i shouldn’t i know what you said but when i tried to i couldn’t escape from this trap it‘s oh do dramatic for me to follow you, shouting you‘re high on the drama i‘m high on emotion were losing our sanity what’s left of it, anyway i’m feeding your vanity you do much the same but don‘t you forget this is what i‘m schooled at for you to be in the shadow there gotta be light i am your audience you give me compliments were each other‘s critics at this stage of the night the smiles that you give me and the touches feel real beauty lies in the lies of these moments we steal so catch me if you can as im stealing your show as i’m running away with the smile that i stole you’re trying too hard to hide that you’re jealous im not even trying to pretend that im not this is not love this is an addiction and if i told you i could quit if i wanted- watch me lie

[lemma-d-prime]

Debut: The Broadway of Saints This is theart of pure desperation Ten thousand words read „Improve my situation!“ You have balance, please tip: Fix my fixation. I got something for you, too: A drawn out explanation This is art, that amaze that I draw from my brain. It’s my present to the public It’s a broad way of saying: Welcome to the broadway of saints, become an artist and still feel the same! Say, do I offer, inspire or beg „supply me“ from readers? Give me a thumbs up and follow your dealer! Oh, enter, a broader definition of sane Enter, Sandman, exit that frame Enter, come together, let’s play Ashes to ashes, shame into blame! Partake and wonder if language is maybe maths of emotion? Get blinded by light and all that devides, sweet confusion! No more be it forgotten that language is coded devotion Written spells have crafted illusion Wanna try? Say the word, please: „Delusion“ Art is emergent, show‘s on now, show mercy: Light a candle, vibe with another phantom emergency. Applause, add fuel to keep the spark, form is merging cast shadows as hard truth with urgency Applause, add fuel, more, add, more Add more and now there appear words out of nowhere (misery) or memory, insist being written. Words that subject an author to author a subject that’s worth being written Appear! Appear! Art is an artform. T’is but the start of damn near perfection Read on, my dear one You will trust me in time. Take my word for it, take my letters and spaces invert my invention to take part in the game! Behold, there is no need for shame, embrace it. Run, run, and hide revealing your souls Or come, come inside, Fill my stomach with gold! Can you understand each every step, now Can you decipher the signs? I descend from unconscious to condescend incursed symbols, decondense symptoms: cursive curvature is curing consumption by limited assumptions — Fear my radiance Suffer the consequence Critical, whimsical daughters of men! Act now, the curtain is closing, do hurry - Soon there won’t be even a split. Sleekly, so sneakily I have been chosen to give my gifts of mundanity as gift to humanity: the floor is lava, the subtext is poison. Eat the words from my lips now let me gorge on your spit. Easily, peasily, rest now, assured you willingly gave to me and this exchange occured for your eyes alone – I pray for your decency. You payed for a package of porn. Under the echo of clapping hand and fleeting thoughts of morality The final act is nearing its end and Show‘s over, now throw your tomatoes, come on: Still some time for your cabbage and apple and corn. He so inclined may throw the first stone. Then pick up your jackets, leave behind any context it’s cold, the way home. Remember your bagagge on your way out Back to reality. Tonight you witnessed A star being born. . So this is the first poem I ever shared online. Fitting, ain‘t it, whatcha think? So now lemme know if those words maybe… moved… something down there, deep, so deep inside your souls… I hope you enjoyed, ~ Lemma D. Prime

[somebodyssongbird]

Pacing back and forth, barefoot on the rug It's static It's raw current There's static electricity between you and me now

It's self generated So I can't tell if it's a mutual sting Or if I alone move through a continuous thing It's all in my head now

And what if I never write a song again? I wrote lyrics I wrote with your pen I can't sing about you now, not without strings

I still play guitar, I gave up piano I'm pacing back and forth Barefoot on the rug There's always static between you and me

(I'm in your white noise, I don't haunt you I am a living, breathing psalm You are a far off soothing balm Read this however you want, if you really want to)

[lemma-d-prime]

Sharing this nice piece, from dear somebodysso gboard, who liked my first blog post.