UNBRIDLED IMAGINATION
disparate
pictorial
devices
with
satire
appended
soon
peter out
consecreting
traditional
byways
randomly
combined
to
open
ingenuity
with
insightful
natural
affinities
UNBRIDLED IMAGINATION
disparate
pictorial
devices
with
satire
appended
soon
peter out
consecreting
traditional
byways
randomly
combined
to
open
ingenuity
with
insightful
natural
affinities
UNENDING INTERPRETATION
conspicuous
convictions
hidden
in
qualitative
affinities
meaning
visible signs
of
interpretative
figured
patterns
simultaneously
enigmatically
thinking aloud
kindred
affinities
pursuing
the
lucid
autonomous
MUTUAL DISTRACTIONS
evolving
affinities
ferment
alliances
with
communal
theology
of
eurhythmyic
utterances
&
contemplating
opaque
consequences
whilst
suppressing
synthetic
rigidity
of
feeling
expressed
openly
&
integrating
immediate
resolution
in
exotic
influences
with
deliberate
echos
abolishing
communal
themes
In
their
originality
POETIC FANTASY
significant
themes
emanating
realities
to
encompass
tainted
&
arbitary
but
figuratively
conventional
notions
so
beautifully
nostalgic
evocative
with
material
discrepancies
&
continuous
agile
fluctuations
with
abundant
intuitive
affinities
in
differentiated
dissimilar
common
engagements
POINT OF ILLUSTRATION
rivalry
in
fruitful
engagement
with
unpredictable
responses
of
primitive
speculative
style
ebullient
radical
enthusiastic
intensity
eccentric
affinities
of
clarity
simplified
a pitch
of
intensity
inspired
parallel
affinities
particular
isolated
stimuli
preoccupied
sans
illusion
questing
originality
beyond
the
subconscious
bravura
of
the
inner
necessity
My residence has never seen any demolition.
Nor had I to shelter under a place of obstruction.
It's my extirpated inner self that I'm fleeing from.
And seeking a refuge where faith is unshakably firm
Natural calamities have little to do with me.
But, human-induced disasters, herein I am not free.
I bear nature’s conditions and extreme temperatures.
But, unable to adjust to the moral trespassers.
I feel someone is offering spiritual shelter.
Till I find such a divine one, my heart is in swelter.
Black storm clouds that gather over the terrain of my mind
Should be delinked and all affinities should be aligned.
Though escape from realities, once in a while, might sooth
Could one evade kith and kin and avoid day-to-day truth?
Endorsing and enhancing humanitarianism
Could, here on earth, helm one towards libertarianism?
Yet, the ultimate shelter for all living entities
The Supreme Soul, who surpasses earthly identities
Unto Him is the tireless striving of my shield about
In his shelter, I'll rest free from every heart-hounding doubt.
Seasons change, love remains; my heart stays soft.
In marital bond, your touch soothes the hard.
Though less gentle fondness falls from your mouth.
Through gale storms and glee, I have held my mouth.
In the autumn of our lives, I need soft,
lambent serenades to supplant the hard.
Each cycle through time has made your bind less hard.
Weathering me brought you down to your knees, soft.
Still no affinities fall from your mouth.
My lover's mouth, blustery and hard, be soft.
IDEAS
so
profound
distinct
&
imposing
an idea
made visual
rendered
specific
modern
&contemporary
extroverted
spontaneous
yet
intense
&
irregular
encountered
immediately
in
the unknown
yet
prolific
utopia
of
yesterday's
visual
affinities
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
What are we? you may ask,
While looking into the mirror of life
Reflecting all people having the same blood
Running into their similarly shaped bodies
What are we, if only for a difference in
Personality, name, mindset, affinities, and lifestyle
What are we, mere consciousness inhabiting bodies
We call human and thinking of ourselves
As being the apex of all lifeforms revolving along with
A silent and unexplained world?
Well, we are the magic sparkles of the divine's breath
As it has been pushed into us,
So as to have us toil for a purpose
We are interconnected galaxies who have forgotten
How to raise up to that level of vibration
Which would allow us to communicate through telepathy
We are the mystery of thunderstorms as they roar
Through cloud hidden skies
We are slaves of our fates,
Spirits entranced to such an extent by the light of the mystical
That we only care to live up to our duties
So as to open our eyes someday,
To our truth!
For Contest Sans mind-body who are we
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Written on 15th September 2022
SPECIFIC MOMENTS
visual language
inspiration
in
retrospective
contemporary
dreams
of an alternative
future
a moment
of
reckoning
flooded
into
the eye
once moribund
now
captivated
encountering
the beauty
of refinement
to establish
affinities
between
the sensitive
& the
non-comprehensive
a turning point
a narrative
of the a romantic
constantly
renewed
in
the mind
a battleground
& clashing
of styles
a sign
of prescience
& genius
an indicator
of dialogue
in rethought
figuration
of
the
absurd
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
calculate the count
on to a start Screen,
follower or a companion
you perceive what that means;
strange in this game
life is generally sharp,
to create a new association
in the hidden world;
with original replies
Vision views theme
credits for the solitude
In virtual affinities and reveries.
Written: August 07, 2022
Take joy in all childhood affinities
for they are the makings of you my son.
I am a witness to boyish sallies
and, you child, its face to always gladden.
That in some small measure you become me
so your beginnings shine in countless ways,
and in my image mine own eyes do see
a candle lit that brightens all my days.
So permit me my quatrains and couplings,
forgive my rapture and quixotic state -
mine is the lexicon of beloved things
and yours the idioms that resonate.
Now blow your candles and cut your iced cake
and close your eyes and all your wishes make.
Written: March 2007
We shelter secrets, holding them close
and encrypted. Hidden truths,
like submerged rocks that create
snapping undercurrents and choppy,
white-capped rapids for navigating affinities.
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