Divine... from Divine source
Feminine...a portal of creation, creativity, &
cultivation
Wild...free to expand in my expansive
expressions
Curious...carefully collecting a culmination of knowledge
Dark...daringly dancing with death to celebrate life Abundant...amassing & amplifying amazing
amounts of harvests
Shape shifter... seductively seducing shadows in silence
Alchemist...alluring & always antagonizing
transmutation
Provoking...palpating peace, pulses, passions, &
perceptions
Love...lovingly living as luxurious love.
Spirit...
Woman...wondrously woven with warm wielding wisdom.
IN TWO MINDS
a bastion of
tradition
appealing
indominatable
stylistic shapeshifting
driven by impulse
an isolated trend
yet
erstwhile
antagonizing
scandalous&
disturbing
unconcered
by controversy
& inverted
upraised
gestures
touched
by catastrophe
the
peculiar
neurotic disrupted
wretched & dismissive
distinctive
the
celebrated
provocation
disembodied
with a
prediliction to
unconformity
a focused
individual
still infamous
for intervention
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
IN TWO MINDS
a bastion of
tradition
appealing
indominatable
stylistic shapeshifting
driven by impulse
of
an
isolated trend
yet
erstwhile
antagonizing
scandalous&
disturbed
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Each one faces the pesky situation
Some due to the vexing condition
Some due to the infuriaton
Even it may be of the cause of provoking.
It can be pestilent of because of irking
Annoying condition can even make it rasp of
One can easily be frustrated due to antagonizing
It will cussed of the state delight.
It is not an un-confounded one
Pleasing only can't re-rasp the condition
But by the means of confidence and relience
The cause for the frustation be eradiated
And the delightful nots can easily be done .
Then the "State of Exasperation" can just be surpassed.
Salty tasty warm tears
How can this be? I am a king.
Kings don’t cry.
Rejected, dejected, lost in the bowels of an ungrateful forest
I stir my sad feelings so hard they become angry feelings
I can deal with them now.
Where is the king? Someone asks.
This infuriates me; I am incognito, so I hide behind the hill.
The hill laughs, further antagonizing me. I am furious now!
I saw a guy crying, someone says.
That can’t be a king, another argues.
I stay hidden, getting smaller and smaller,
until I disappear, glad to escape these inane inept subjects.
Privately Peony practiced the art of purple magic
Reaching into her ruffian wand,
Lingering lovingly for a second or two
Outrageous? Sure. Ostentatious? She hoped so!
Further down in the feathery contraption
Under a peacock’s underlying ribbon of worth
Bringing a bright bubble of blue into the air
Ruffian wand wrote ridiculous on her forehead
No one had dared do that in Nam City
Kindnesses of knights would have nixed this
Coneflower her creative sister tried to explain
Antagonizing Peony in the process
Heathcote heard and had his hardy opinions
Look said Lavender, stay out of it!
Simmering softly, Heathcote wrote to Peony
Guess what? She grabbed his idea up!
No one else helped me north or south!
I appreciate your ideas, Heathcote.
Oh sure! Said Coneflower, take that ogre’s ideas.
They were enemies, she and that Neanderthal.
Privately Peony practiced the art of purple magic
Reaching into her ruffian wand,
Lingering lovingly for a second or two
Outrageous? Sure. Ostentatious? She hoped so!
Further down in the feathery contraption
Under a peacock’s underlying ribbon of worth
Bringing a bright bubble of blue into the air
Ruffian wand wrote ridiculous on her forehead
No one had dared do that in Nam City
Kindnesses of knights would have nixed this
Coneflower her creative sister tried to explain
Antagonizing Peony in the process
Heathcote heard and had his hardy opinions
Look said Lavender, stay out of it!
Simmering softly, Heathcote wrote to Peony
Guess what? She grabbed his idea up!
No one else helped me north or south!
I appreciate your ideas, Heathcote.
Oh sure! Said Coneflower, take that ogre’s ideas.
They were enemies, she and that Neanderthal.
Paralyzed
This room is not the same after the steel is taken away.
Steel that pierces like a dull ice pick.
When the lights are off elusive shadows haunt
So elusive they cant be seen.
Why must the torcher continue.?
That's a question that has an answer that yet eludes.
Defining insanity is without a doubt my profession.
The potion introduced has a strong grip.
Scraping tiny specks of dust hoping it will be enough.
It never is. Still trying to catch a glimpse of the elusive.
Shouting at them only intensifies the antagonizing.
I do this to myself. Every time it's the same .
Bargaining is the next approach but still no reply.
I must find the intruder. The next round I’ll surely win.
“Ricco”
Parylized
This room is not the same after the steel is taken away.
Steel that pierces like a dull ice pick.
When the lights are off elusive shadows haunt
So elusive they cant be seen.
Why must the torcher continue.?
That's a question that has an answer that yet eludes.
Defining insanity is without a doubt my profession.
The potion introduced has a strong grip.
Scraping tiny specks of dust hoping it will be enough.
It never is. Still trying to catch a glimpse of the elusive.
Shouting at them only intensifies the antagonizing.
I do this to myself. Every time it's the same .
Bargaining is the next approach but still no reply.
I must find the intruder. The next round I’ll surely win.
“Ricco”
All the pain, the fear
When will the Monster appear?
Where and how severe?
The anxiety
The racing thoughts inside me
Never let me be
My mind’s on fire
The Monster is a liar
Can’t jump much higher
Will I hurt myself?
Could I injure someone else?
Clay pot off a shelf…
Delusions are real
They are my thoughts, how I feel
Daemons never yield
My mind has gone numb
Unfeeling, deaf, blind, and dumb
Zombie I’ve become
The Doppelganger
Trying to take me over
Hour by hour…
Tries to devour
My mind and my will power
Wants me to cower
Bugs crawl in my brain
Legions of the Daemon’s reign
Effect of my bane
Will I still be fine
Surviving the Monster mine?
I just need some time
I must hold and fight
Need to seek and find the light
Then I’ll be alright
Maybe find a priest?
He’ll say some prayers at least
An exorcism?
My best bet is to
Call upon God and Jesus
For the help I need
But it’s very hard
To go in which direction
When you are confused
Doppelganger used
With the Monster I am fused
I’m Deamon abused
Monster’s devotion
Zombies have no emotion
The evolution…
Antagonizing
Monster and Daemonizing
The agonizing…
Boom! One falls! Best jump right back up on your feet! Hurry now, because the world has evolved to dog eat... Well you know the persistent antagonizing and sly grins. The pleasure that's felt by another, when your ripped up, within! Better stand strong now, and keep hold of your soul! Those who thrive off your pain... Too much power they hold. Better hurry up, now, they're getting close... Build your own path, so this way, you walk on your own course. That will bring solidity and keep away the soul leeches.
Leaving space and light to welcome those of GREATNESS.
"The Remedy"
A cure for the sore deep within the soul.The antagonizing pain of birth , death. We search for peace in a place of bliss. These are the needs of society , the deeds of hypocrisy.
The toothache of winter....silenced by the medication that heals hearts....the Chemotherapy of self doubt , negativity , pain and all that's cursed......
This life is a blessing .
The song with a melody so sweet it never dies.
It is the realisation of the purpose of a journey from the womb.
Patience....part of the ingredient to cloud nine.
I put aside my heart where love betrays the nestled night,
And egotistical echoes fall short in their submissive stagger…
Sanctioned solitudes fill the antagonizing abrasive air,
As my eyes stare through the never-ending vapourific voids.
The essence of the love I held extinguishes upon existence,
Like a severed statuesque Idol I only feel the empty now…
My tangled tears run dry for I cannot wilfully weep,
Only the lachrymose rain supports me with solace.
Now stands before you the rigamortis ruins left to rot,
No sounds I hear, only entombments of a chambered heart…
No words I speak, enslaved by illusionary imbecilic love,
I am lost in the wandering wilderness of non-existence.
Aug.31.2019
Silence Poetry
Sponsored by: Silent One
Music...Butterfly Waltz
Music that will make you cry...
Piano & Cello duets...2013
With a female virtual voice
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
I have never seen one like you before. What are you? Iam a believer , l believe the truth scripted in your brown eyes.
The dehydration left you wounded , your heart needs love you beautiful monster. It's the passion that brightens your character.
Half Dangerous , half delicious.
Part Extraterrestrial , part Human.
The redness of a bitter answer the crimson truth of a special seed.
Fertilised by growth , sunshine and the antagonizing coldness of winter , Snow White ' s lips the smile of a Prince.
Iam what you seek , l believe in a dream , l weep for a win .The friend in need , my life is my harvest , lam unique.
…the greatest poet who ever lived
…our Lord Jesus Christ
Wishes that wash upon the shallow shore,
Lacrimal lesions of the holographic whore…
Tectonic temptations, the lava shall pour,
Unleashing emotions, entombed we gore.
Mangled monuments of ruins regurgitate,
Surfacing megalomania of demons dominate…
Demonic destruction encroaches to infiltrate,
Demigods of desire will position to penetrate.
Distant horizons dissipating within plain sight,
Frigid frustrations amidst fore playing frostbite…
Detestation distortions of Hell’s agape appetite,
Antagonizing warring Angels take feverous flight.
Falling into oblivion within the blink of an eye,
Idempotent illusions making macabre to justify…
But there stands one soul, whose words do magnify,
Their love spreading thru asphyxiating air to clarify.
...background music by 'The Metal Heroes'
A tool tribute band... copy of 'Sinkfist'
Using a male virtual voiceover
June.24.2019
More To Me Poetry
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Placed 1'st...
Premiere Contest...
Thank You
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