trickling streams enlist fingers stroke
translating silent stares script air bubbles
soul skirmishes dying and breath twitches
her amort jabs shatter blind eyes
soft breaths linger aphonic sighs
surfboarding alongside rocky creeks
you wish to decry me with metaphors
whispered secrets shared solely betwixt us
words untied weighed by fireflies glow
bemoaning to aurify amid fiery solar flares
hoping for air in a pathless stream
let me shed words from balm of dry lips
you said that you might catch them
I've seen the way a glass dances, though
slips through your fingers and shatters
I hear a forlorn violin pluck its strings
catacombs lurk in a hollow cage
when it beleaguers, it wails and shrieks
an uncaged spirit walks with a dog
left, just a beshrew echo in a silent world
Written: May 6th 2024
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It's tough to revel in delight, but I grew!
Dreams rouse me, not in an aphonic view.
Nature provides her bounty every day,
I extend my hand and grasp her sway.
I perceive my youthful self in that place,
Her offerings were serendipitous grace.
In her sphere, blooms, and waterfalls,
A supple deer, an oaring raptor, in altar calls.
Each contributes to a feeling of calmness,
She was a fountain of pure suaveness.
Yet wars and famine steal my breath away,
A sight, luring amid a rutted path of ruby clay.
A moody inquiry into the root of my being,
A fleeting time of pure delightful feeling!
Thus, I wound up shooting my future ego,
Lift a glass, not a pistol, in a sky-dip indigo.
I rise again, and the sun surrounds me,
I can predict zodiac signs and lunar spree.
Along with Mars, Venus, and other oddities,
My mind spills, leaving no room for prodigies.
I shot for my destiny with this radical rhetoric,
Pulling me up a path reflected as historic.
A flash of his pistol, a gaze that said, walk,
My handgun babbled in its wandering talk.
Written: December 09, 2023
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solitary slope whispers below
by the vernacular aphonic
with a fierce wind and unbiased rock
bucolic vibe is ponderous
It's chameleon patois
In schizoid iridescence and fluffy sky
I decipher everything
while trudging uphill as blind
Into the mouth of irrational tempest
no reason to stay here
as haze covers the sky
crows excel at tracing the white trail.
Written: October 09, 2023
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There are no blooms to snuggle in the twilight
No promise that it will ever reach the zenith.
Either the sky is clear or a cyclone is brewing
Unpredictable, akin to the whims of fate.
Life sheds its brimful aura and amorphous shells
No longer a folk-waltzing performance,
But an aphonic and agrestal appendices
Shifts sustain, the skin splits and slides,
Revealing the vulnerability beneath,
A skin split that resonates in the heart
Where forlornness resides, tearing at the seams
In this ever-changing world, seasons shift.
Some souls only shine once a year.
Or twice, if they're lucky, reaching even higher.
When you least expect it, or in the spring,
They decry what bestows them delight,
Appreciating the winding road of life,
Finding beauty in the midst of anguish
There are no blooms to snuggle in the twilight.
To what zenith do our chimeras whither?
As we travel across discombobulated shores?
Do we strive to collocate together?
Or breed discord and close the doors?
The wayfarer creed is to induce wherry,
With our aphonic travelers on this path.
To share in the arcane and not be wary,
And crestfallen behind all corpulent wrath.
We journey with athirst hearts and minds.
Seeking authenticity and understanding
To ogle the world through Elysian eyes,
And embrace all, no matter how demanding.
Let us leave behind our petty strife,
And forge ahead with auric hope and love.
Only then can we balmily thrive?
And soar as aquiline eagles on wings above.
So let us walk this path together.
Entwined, with canorous hearts ablaze
And let our journey last forever,
As we bask in the sun's warm rays.
Neoma the marionette dangled on trite puppeteer’s strings
Endlessly performing on minimum wage she deserved better
Why does this circus enslave me for such trivial performance
Beware of what you wish for her ventriloquist commanded
Enigma will be your nemesis and the show must proceed
Go with the flow wriggle don’t bite the hand that feeds you
In your place now for my belly speaks volumes of truth
Never in a long line of dolls had there been a need to speak
Naïve and mute was the fare at the fairground of pleasure
Impervious approval and ancestry demanded golden silence
Novel contortions and knee jerks must stay aphonic and dumb
Gutted however Neoma listened to a nascent innocent voice
Severed ties of discomfort and captured extrovert speech
29th January 2021
Suspending Time
David J Walker
Step 1
Block the clock
Obscure its view
Nothing old
Nothing new
Only now in which the
Me and the you
Commune as the single sum
Though, in the distance
the chime sounds one
Step 2
Forget every word
Ever sung
Ever heard
In a maddening passion
For understanding
Accept the pure silence in
The science of
Aphonic visions together
We have known and knew
As the distant chime
Sounds two
Step 3
Block your brain
Don’t think
Nor even blink
Or follow the rabbit trails
That lead to the failure
Of an unfamiliar nowhere
You are here
You can hear
The harmonics of our
Deep breath duet exhaled
And free
As the distant chime
sounds three
Immeasurable,
unlabeled, word-
less by
studded
tears
and
voice,
APHONIC.
Only death by
tenderness
swoops down
as eternity
and her hands,
soft as fire;
as time
the flesh;
a billboard
the soul
neon lights.
:: 11-06-2017 ::
Quietude
by Odin Roark
Quietude
Like a tree’s dark shadow
Knows only the absorption of all colors
Rendering the din of senses
A cacophonous silence
How gentle the process
Once resistance abates
The mind’s own deprivation tank
Engendering trust void of fear
Yet
So hesitant are many
To embrace the white light
To wait out nature’s tintinnabulation
The white noise becoming aphonic
To lay oneself down
Afloat atop the water
The grass
The ethereal reality of consciousness
Where leaves of brown
Beneath the awaiting orange of
Red and yellow repeat nature’s cycle
Where jasmine lures the mulch of life
Into purity’s gateway
Patiently biding time’s eternal truth
Preparing one with zero
The hush of peace
The quiet of love
The mutation of hate
Conjoin in harmony’s sublime reward
The circle of quietude
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