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PagesHomeThe Series, Sets and CollectionsRecordings (Songs, Readings and Spoken Word)Books and MagazinesA List of Favorite Bands Thursday, June 12, 2014 Fickle Nights UnadornedAural pleasures span thedarkest caverns,Unearthing scenesdispatched to furthest nooks recessed beyond the transcriptions filtered inmundane,
Blind to tumultsspawned by inconvenience spared, the watch spins in sternward approbation,coveting a valance oft ignored, tempering uneven folds with carcasses of lostoases
Curdled regurgitationspindles up the larynx cold, smothering voice with misplaced improprieties,discourse measured in startling degreescalculations that once seemed so grand,retrospectively tense at the thought of invisibility shunning predication
Feral codes bewilderedthrough mismanaged indiscretion, cultured by the harbingers of satiety, wiltingpomades and soft-etchings embedded superficially upon the iris of the thirdeye,
Focus has beencondemnedTo a hazyretro-gradated piercingBorn fromunsubstantial illumination, Built beneath thecorroded buttresses deemed unfit for the staging of this or any otheremptying outThis theatre withhandbills piled at the door.


I haven't written anything in quite sometime, but found this on a notepad I wrote a while back and thought I'd post it.Posted byUnknownat11:49 PM1 comment: Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to PinterestLabels:poem,Poetry Wednesday, February 12, 2014 Synchronized Utopian IdyllIt was a dynamicinquisition,Without a single wordmisspoken,It was a dynamicsynchronization,Where not a word wentunspoken,
Inspiration doused mefull, Caressed me and kept mestill, Drenched head to toe, But in the end, not asoul would even know
It was a dynamicinquisition,Without those awkwardmoments of intervention,Not an abstractionspun; not a vice untouched,It was a masterfulinterjection,Where only a pausedisconnected being from breathingWhere only the pauseseparated hear from here,
As time progressedI felt red to havepreviously guessedThings wouldve gonedifferently than they would,Thinking thered be anintense transitionAs I waited for thelies to come But they never came, nor ever could Not a lining torn or a truth made ofelastic It was the deepest of revelations As each question produced an answer, Where each sound to slip away beneath parchedtongue, The more it continued, a voiceless man Itherein becameAnd you somehow understood,you somehow understood things about me, that even I couldnt comprehend To have been given so muchrespect From someone I could not haveever known To have been treated like anequal, From someone filled with somuch devotion Giving me the honor of unparalleledrecognition Those words, those wordsCould only serve as stonesthrownAcross such stillnessskipping forever on and onand onUntil we each found our OmIn whatever it wasThat circumstance just happened to haveIn this space most precariously spun.

Posted byUnknownat11:38 PMNo comments: Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to PinterestLabels:Chance,coincidence,connections,Destiny,discovery of self,eerie,Fate,happenstance,odds,people,poem,Poetry,uncanny Tuesday, February 11, 2014 Something's HiddenAway from the wrested stoneA jewel etches its imageupon Juxtaposition
Where it was and whatit never could
Be, to fathoms length,I bestowWhistled meanderings,delivered far, untoA crested portico ofeverlasting sights unknown
The fantasysoff-balance whereasThe congruency paintsvivid premonition
Vacating the probable,Forever residing

scarcely in-betweenPosted byUnknownat12:06 AMNo comments: Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to PinterestLabels:abstract,metaphor,poem,Poetry,symbolism Saturday, December 7, 2013 Stasis (Ephemerality)
There is no such thing astime.Never-ending. Never-beginning.Always There. Ever and Ever more.What is now, is alsothen and that is also what has been.
{Cue the neat openingcredit theme music. Something that getsthe audience in a particular type of mood, say unexpectedness, something thatpreps them for whats to follow, and we want them to think that the future isprofound and deepif only to eventually slap them across the head with whatcomes next}
But of course, only ifwhat comes next is Something thats happenedsince.Posted byUnknownat2:00 AM1 comment: Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to PinterestLabels:aside,ephemeral,future,loop,Past,poem,Poetry,present,stasis,Time Wednesday, December 4, 2013 Of The Eye
Eyes awaken,Right first, thenleft,Stardust clinging tothe lashes,Refusing to concedeThat wondrous momentwas but dreamLeaving me aloneComforted only by thememoryThat this is all but a partof realityPosted byUnknownat12:15 AMNo comments: Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to PinterestLabels:dream,moment,movement,poem,Poetry,Real,thought process Older PostsHomeSubscribe to:Posts (Atom)New World Creative Union Award For Creativitiy
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