Quiritation, quintessence.
Quirister, chime in.
Sickle moon, slivered crescents.
Harvest, glitter grin.
Quickening, quill? Quoth, quotum?
Grapes of wrath, red tide?
Shelter well, velarium!
Vinomadefied!
Viscid, visibilia?
Victrix, vair, vespoid.
Squirrel, thin ice? About me thaw!
Wasp, be paranoid!
Balefire, baetyl, bedaggle.
Ballyhoo bold, bagarre.
Nacre, naiad? Ne'er naggle!
Baisemain? Bizarre!
Blind bandelet? Binausic.
Belie, binaural beat.
Baragouin, barbette brick!
Blind, basiation? Bleat!
Best, bathysphere? Bathysmal.
Batrachian bateleur.
Ailed, apathy? Abysmal!
Bought ticket, took tour!
Abased or abacinate?
What is left to see?
Death and Doom, dread not thy date!
Just move in with me!
Abodement, abnegation?
Bad omens to renounce?
Chaos, cold is creation!
Pound, buy not the ounce....
Wind outside my tiny home, wreaking chaos on its porch
Wicker chairs and potted plants, stand firmly against its force
Finely tuned chimes sound loudly, sending sweetly toned notes into the night
A candle I’ve lit flickers, with the flow of cool currents through aging wooden panes
As the warm glow from the fire, now comforting, fends off the chill from a cool springtime rain
Tuxedo cats hardly notice a thing, intertwined into something resembling a fine sable
Opening one eye on occasion, then quickly returning to twilight
The fire logs let out a soft sounding hiss, as they shrink into hot glowing embers
Fixing my gaze towards its vibrant colors. Comforting, Hypnotic
Drift off to sleep with sounds of a storm. Who’s sharp pitches and tones
Guiding me gently like binaural beats and theta waves
Into another state, created by conscious choice. A world of making all my own
Wake up sleepy head! Guess what.
You've been selected! As a prostitute
for the Running Man.
The eat your own for fame or money power plan,
power seat in the self-Rite,
I AM GOD the I AM -central Media Church
Hand of Slight. Slight of hand.
The mobile Surveillance Van powered by
Midnight, brought to you by Sprite,
cloaked through smokeshields selling gasmasks
with broke seals that leak neon *** gaslight
and magnetic fields X file FOIA lies and Poppy Fields,
warlords, crimelords (CI ) NCIS-humanity.
Hollywood "Palmyra" Arch backdoor deals
of the Century. Baal Cult Gladiator to the stars
on Good Friday.
Rope in the mouth, dogs chasing to the South.
Monday Night beer and attention distilleries.
Coffer refilleries.
Ever hear of reciprocity of your frontal lobotomy,
everclear, lasiks surgery (radiocarototomy?
For your own discretion)
Binaural beats to possession
for your invasive mental television church S-apathy).
Wake up!
Cause you're probably on something. -Vision.
You Live Where Your Heart Lives
As I listened to my favourite instrumental music
Its frequencies sunk me into deep calmness
Wistfully I looked out of the window
To see the morning sun piercing through the
The leafless pruned fruit trees
Which brushed my face with hope
My thoughts travelled to our daughters living ashore
Summer vacations were a few months away
And the desires surged as the delta waves
For speedy flights to our loving daughters for
They had unlocked the doors of their new abodes
Uncontrollable desires arose to bless their homes and kids
I paused and prayed to the benevolent gods
To listen to the rhythm of my writhing soul
My heartbeats went asunder building bridges to them
The binaural wave sounds uplifted my sagging spirits
Kabir's words of wisdom flashed and brought a smile
'You travel with the heart, you live where your heart lives'.
*Three Hour Meditation Music by Brainwave Power Music was being played in the background as I penned wistful thoughts.
* Kabir is a 15th century Indian mystic poet and saint
February 8, 2016
Contest: Solitary Moments
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
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