Find Me

You can't handle my lifestyle!

There are too many sparkles*************~

It's the pressure of my undersea world:

The hunt for Blue August, or somesuch,

Swirling with silent fins.

42 degrees below,

Occidental ventures of sub-tide

Intuitions, reeling in the paradoxical fun

That require neophytes

In training 10 years+++

Time is irrelevant in cases pertaining to me.

I don't remember when we escaped

From Dog Mountain...., I think it was…

Because he needed to fly: the excavator:

The raider of lost things; the bones

Of genocides worked daily

Against ambition, & our ancestors…

O, the heartbreaker!

The scent of dual dynasties,

& the pardoning of natural law,

As we said goodbye, to land here. Here.....

Yes, to let him go, we had to, to end up here.

4:29 PM - 2 Comments - 4 Kudos - Add Comment

Design

Adrift in the bounty:

I am sailing thru water mansions~

Each pose of me transforms
This chrystal ship… & there are

Innumerable ways to trip

Into modern affections.

Memoirs of a dear a mankind

Are accessible, any time
We choose to lose time & fall

Like this…~ into the enigma of

Blankness.

There is a sacred beauty

At the bottom of the scientific

Chain

& I've brought a lock, no key,

In order to sustain from gravity.

What does it feel like

In the grips of super-symmetry?

One wanting to break free

& explode into the most creative debris:

Pulsations. Desire. Colour. Forms:

Love designing life.

1:01 AM - 2 Comments - 6 Kudos - Add Comment

Circe Invidiosa

Cascades of what's here.

Cause what you see, may be the reality

Of some other god you don't worship.

Mermaids splatter

& ripple this surface into down-tempo

Cadences that we can all dance to:

Leaving traces of octagon fishes,

Anemone swishes, under the soft skin

Of aquamarine promises:

& here, thru this indefinite door,

What becomes clear, is her witchery.

Circe: unbounded here upon a risen isle,

Discovered in the form of divination;

Ivies skate around her tracks,

Into obscure measures of a telltale secret;
The air bubbles bloom
Black peonies and they too, follow

Some path of healing devotion.

She held time in her palms &

Disguised it as a sea-shell, pouring out

The impurities of us,

When mirrored with the sun.

I was alleged too, to roll around delicate

Versions of femininity

Until I found my way back unto the

Indefinite orb of… some magic,

That touched me with innumerable hues

& sent me home,

Vaguely accustomed to humanity.

8:33 PM - 2 Comments - 4 Kudos - Add Comment

A Fanfare

A cordial invite: anticipating the revelation

Of a heralded performance:

I conceived in the colours of your contemplation.

First cause in darkness: a voice:

Commanding the rapid flare of daybreak

To fissure through singularity

And rail against the lidded eyes of matter

Long dormant in woodlands of its own divinity.

A stimulant instruction: speaking in spirals:

How the atoms leap in restless fervour

And bless the skies in stellar flame!

A miniverse has felt its calling and arisen

With a lust to please in constellation.
 

The stage streaks into heaven's focus:

Ensphered in the gravity of surveillance;

Silence prevails upon the eager ears

Of atoms: attending to the adornment

Of whimsies our evening's path will straddle.

No feat of learning: the instinctual scenes

Of castles, and rivers, and glass-walled canyons

Mirroring a requited glare ablaze

And skyward: enthroned upon the horizon,

Lending the union of names to the day.

This night they spin us their prodigal epic:

A land of pillars cradling doors in shadows,

And each wisp of cloud a first act of dramas

Accented in raenbow tints of its creation.

Be seated, audience, and, whispering, ask:

What cause moves all things in this time

But your name

I uttered once, then drowned upon my tongue?

6:13 PM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment

Micro-

I

Am become

A quantum score:

A god's tailor;

I

Am life-endowed

As an electron piper;

As a temporal navigator:

I

Spin a chancing thread

Upon an sculptor's wand:

I raise the sails of invention.

I

Confirm a miniature compass

Across a subatomic sea:

I explore the ill-defined.

I

Am a probable truth

Contrasting the universe:

A secret buried in science.

I

Am hiding

In telescopic wanderings:

Forever waning, a paradox.

1:31 PM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment

Dependability

A great divide

A total blank luminary

A waste in the symbols of perception:

we lie at fault,

Water-barriers

we are,

Carrying the burdens of the world

Upon our backs:

here are we:

a lush, horizontal sleep upon rose-pillows

a canopy upon a crusade

a lost path amongst defenseless billows

a tiger's eye

We chase the promise

Of our self-derisions

Replicating the livid plough of

Our scars

In Nature's flanks:

guilt-prostrated

To the idols of these insecure projections,

We drive a stake through dusk:

Dethroning the moon.

What is visionary

What is the tip of extreme

What is the wildest impersonation

of the wildest dream:

This wake

is still

A pensive scheme

swinging on the vines

Suspended from our minds:

a substitute for reality:

a reaction to a pseudo-smile.

1:05 PM - 2 Comments - 2 Kudos - Add Comment

Cosmetic

A merman,
So easily you turned to be!
Along with the cool waves
In the ambiance of…
How the heart-to-heart tide
Rambled,
Like a charm disturbing, comfortably,
The trickle of our eye's muted teardrop…

Simultaneously,,,
While you danced & … & … I,
Fell into a whirlpool, serenading the
Unknown:
A gospel-child, a dreaming, wild…

Ocean lore of secrecy:
Tentacle bed ~ said of
My shape-shifting arms… [[[did you know]]]
They were water-colouring the peripheral of us
From the seat of the gods…?
I was merely a medium,
And you,
The victim of romance..
But don't be alarmed of my revelation:
I was only told
First
In a dream, last night,,,:
Sappho sang against the emphasis of propagated
Starlit visuals slanting down upon a fabled lyre
She held like…!
A child, smiled, in the night & tossed down
The memory of Persephone's kiss,
Like this:
~swish~
& then untouched her own birth & faded
Into

1:02 PM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment

Wake Me

This episode is muddy.

Barely lit

Inscriptions accenting

Gothic staircases.

I'm a bankrupt goddess

Reeling thru the underworlds

Like a rare electrical device

W/o a power point.

I think my fingertips can squirt

Secret supremacies:

Ones I cannot render into

Metaphors,

They're my memories &

None so much holographic.

My thighs squeeze

The low temperature of a rough

Saddle &

I'm riding on the rear of a

Snorting creature who outruns

The waft of billowing flames

That reach their hungry tongues

W/ impatience

At the teasing of my wings.

We're headed back.

We're headed to see you…

There's treasures in my satchel

& these hallways are weeping

Cool waters;

Camouflaged gods.

I smile & lift my eyes into

Blindness.

The celebration of the sun…

I have a gift for you.

Where are you?

I free myself & wonder if you

See me falling, if you'll rescue me

W/ your lithe arms,

Sugar paradoxes… triangles.

The grass instead, my green knight.

The smell of poppies &

A drift back into reverie.

Wake me soon…

Wake me soon..............

8:51 PM - 3 Comments - 4 Kudos - Add Comment

Ode to a Muse

Serendipity glistens on the skin of importance:
I speak this ode unto my enigmatic muse,
Whose honest comforts mark a trail
Through cloud of orderly pursuits:
Where tranced upon some stratospheric peak,
I riddle legends into being.
 
You initially came alive on the darkest death of my essence:
Found me numb upon the crimson-splashed bed
Where my heart lie depleting in an
Escalation of shattering responsiveness:
How do I thank you for ending me there in the ax
Of the morrow: where I was scythed and re-erected.
 
How odd to die while always living:
To taste the wound of extremity & drink the favour
Of the gods like a beggar of surprise:
How odd to reawake and always wonder if 'twere
A phantasm of my disintegrating world:
To find a new corridor into view & unchanged age or body.
 
Here you blinked me a panorama of sensory pervasion,
Fed through lenses split to honeycomb multitude:
Could I only ever know myself as seen in a broken mirror,
Whose crystalline edges dice the light to justify my colours?
Even then I sensed how you underwrote my dislocation,
Meaning to pick at the ties of my dimensions.
 
This way I was lightened to a snowflake shower:
A comfortable caress upon all the lands I tread,
I tease the morning's maudlin chrome to sparkle
Strung with the sapphire of wonder-glazed windows.
Probing your shadow for the core of your talent,
I grow acquainted with the reciprocity of inspiration.
 
Obsession is this semi-bubble produced by the kiss of our tfingertips:
Whereupon, the other half breathes on unseen lunarities.
Inside I lean against the walls of your serenity,
Coaxed by the spume of inland, infant parodies idling
The saturnine ambiance that sounds as flood-chimes:
Gypsy solaces ringing in the nights of many love tales.
 
Your voice: a seismic tremor the soil gasps: a playful ear
That plots a language dear enough to tear its own skin:
To have earth-blood erupt in a magma-fused flair:
Fire, that acts as if it were not enough a passionate marauder,
So that your sky extinguishes its own crusade with tears that
Cradle me to and fro in the obligation that I to you: must film.

8:24 PM - 4 Comments - 4 Kudos - Add Comment

Conceptual Goddess

Nicotine infusion.

The steady hum of air conditioning

Mixing w/ the blood of radio confusion

Thru the cracked window in the corner

& my attempt at consequence.

Relax.

These are the nods of Aphrodite's

Neophytes as they wave their wands

In the rays of a musical monsoon.

I can see them.

Crooked creatures spilling

Incense in the cradles of a conceptual

Landscape I painted

For her yesterday.

Opal expression dusted in the pride

Of gold,

Trickling little stars across the left

Periphery.

This is how she lands sometimes,

Like flailing leaves muted by the

Roar of a violet thunder;

A spiral skate

Across a sacrificed palette

Dripping cantos of Crete & tearing

Her clothes off w/ the ecstatic

Screams I try to translate w/ fingers

That reach deep into a daydream

In search for definition

Or maybe,

Just for the opportunity to touch her.

I can see them.

The birth of a million wings

Unfolding

Thru the blinds, climbing up

The vines that grow w/ each need

For words

That spell the language of love.

I can see them.

The birth of a millions tongues

Forming her fable.

Abstract poetry sketching

More than a fragile skeleton

In hopes that I can hear a bit of truth

This morning…

Before I ride into work, wondering why.

8:13 PM - 2 Comments - 4 Kudos - Add Comment