CURIOSITIES BECOME REALITY-:-
rationally
verified
patternd
unconnected
specialisation
of EMOTIONAL AWARENESS
subconsciously
residing
turbulence
chaotically
liberated
provoking DEEPER INSIGHTS
embracing
implicit
swathes
defining
art
I’m so happy
someone slap me
bring me back to earth
before I float away, like a bird
This is a short week, before a 4-day weekend. It’s time to push it.
The density of study per square minute is chaotically high - but worth it.
If I can get everything done, I’ll have days to shake off the smallness
of school, perk-up my vital-signs and revitalise.
I’m motivated, elated and intoxicated at the thought of it
- I’m twirling in front of mirrors - can these feelings even be articulated?
I’m dancing through metro crowds
the uneven cobblestones feel like clouds
I blew a kisses to a busking mime
while bopping to ‘Lady Gaga’ sounds
I shocked an old lady
with an act of voluntary kindness
- I gave her my seat on the metro
she had groceries and looked about eighty
People aren’t mean,
they’re just mindless
it’s a form of situational blindness
I hope you guys have a great weekend too,
just relaxin’ and passing into springtime.
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A song for this:
Kissing Strangers feat. Nicki Minaj) by DNCE [E]
Back 2 Back by Dazy Chain
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[E] = Explicit lyrics
Writing beyond the limitations to read the aspired implications of the ivory painting on the sky like wall in tension,
Where there lies different shades of musical themes of unproposed and unprofessionally riched version.
Then there comes someone with chaotically misleading information beyond formal invitation,
It deciphers the whole piece of art and articulation in a negative intention where it loses the established thematic appreciation.
Melting clocks on branches of thought, dripping seconds into the ocean,
My consciousness—a whirl of shadows and lights dancing chaotically,
Seeking the truth hidden behind the wax masks of reality.
Words collapse like autumn leaves, leaving silence behind,
Stripping away layers of artificial knowledge, illusory certainties,
Until I stand naked before the boundless mirror of existence.
I discover that truth is not a treasure to be found, but a veil to be lifted,
From the eyes of a mind weary from so much futile searching outward,
When all that was needed was to look inward, into the void full of whispers.
I unfold like a lotus flower under the moonlight,
Petal by petal, I let go of false identities, of roles played,
Until only the pure essence remains, unaltered by time and thought.
In this profound silence, I hear for the first time the melody of truth,
A song without notes, a symphony of the creative void,
And I understand that awakening is not a journey, but a return home.
To reach you is already the pinnacle of my courage,
I can invent no more crooked paths.
What lies before you is the result of a well planned strategy;
No more ways I can find to reach the first steps of your heart.
But if my heart sings to you,
If my emotions dance chaotically before you,
I pray to unknown heavens, whoever is listening,
For you to glance into my heart.
And I am sure of my sincere emotions,
Tying you to me in a tightly knit bond.
And it is what it is,
My sincere confession to your pulsating heart.
it's like you're the earth, and I'm the moon,
I can't keep myself from revolving around you,
your orbital pull I can't quite resist
so I'll bide my time till periapsis
but on this periodic orbital trip,
my time with you I'll surely miss,
although I know that you wont stay,
our distance grows each passing day
our push and pull guide manifolds
in complex planes our boundaries wane
trajectories chaotically change
but still momentum stays the same,
perhaps this apoapsis wont
leave me choked in the throat,
i just hope your delta V,
wont tenderly escape from me,
because this two body problem,
isn't as simple as it would seem,
when we’re circling stars
in this big, wide, galaxy
When I dream, my Dreams are spiced with Sodium
That is dripping down thy Spine every time you tremble
Impossible to distinguish is the finest Darkness
From every chaotically rearranged Thread of Coal
Framing thy Face, thou, Princess descended from the Times
While Marble was still pale and the Olive wild
Acroteria still consisting just of fresh Flowers
Arranged as carefully as the inevitable Causality of our Love
it's like you're the earth, and I'm the moon,
I can't keep myself from revolving around you,
your orbital pull I can't quite resist
so I'll bide my time till periapsis
but on this periodic orbital trip,
my time with you I'll surely miss,
although I know we'll be close to one another,
we'll still end up without eachother,
but forever in this nether
you and I will spin together,
our push and pull guide manifolds
in complex planes our boundaries wane
trajectories chaotically change
because this two body problem
isn't as simple as it would seem
this anxiety always finds me when
I think of you and me
Written: December 15, 2023
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It is undeniable that anguish prevails
It hovers close to a lilting voice
There are no strains to rejoice
Once the beat soars, its genesis tweaks.
Giving alms is obvious
Beyond the ethics of the tithing ritual
Coins jingle, evoking a sound
A decrease in the supply of food.
Newborns lack hearing and verbal ability
The elderly sage dresses chaotically
Elfin babies desire soft touch and warmth
Akin to their late mother's calming palm.
Completely lacking in decency
Deep, the ears were concealed
Whilst untamed jaws sow turmoil
It sinks as a modest, rusted nail.
The crowd heartily jeered
Tears fell over their faces relentlessly
Failure was diligently earned
Mass disgust reached high levels.
The whips roared with mirth
Frames grudgingly bore this duty
Correct ideals will be reinstated
Inept debt must be repaid in full.
I've been kissed by ghosts a thousand times
searching for people hidden
an aged magazine
filled in voices of shadows
blind fingers
chaotically touching the third eye
retain silence
screaming my name
caved
the fury of a tsunami wipes
last fingerprint...
who just walk past
it's not welcome on the altar
of my soul
barefoot
written first love story
the only room
for
my body
faith
purity
and
ETERNITY.
sowing a melange
of veined wafers
viridescent shavings
leaves upon leaves
chaotically neat
layered in tranquillity
for the theatrical show
of first feet
premiere wellies
curtain up at dawn
cue the early walkers
after a night’s forlorn
which unseen hand
spritely close
knitted the forest
cross-stitched floor
taking their time
perfectionist
preparing fallen
Jenga sticks
behind the scenes
but never seen
Jack in the Green
Who are THEY?
they are who are they are who they
Are who are they.
Their dastardly diabolical deeds of
disastrous devastation destroying all
Innocent concrete connected
Continental communities of cousins.
All of those nefarious negotiations
With no notions of nations they
Collude conspire cumulatively
Compute all commotion concluding
Chaotically. They caused
Catastrophic conundrums
Correlating complete cataclysmic
Conflagration capitalizing on
Continuous calculations consuming
And condemning. So ceeze the
Crime it's your shine in time!
The urge to travel,
to spread your wings and fly away,
never rooted to one spot.
never spotted on a route.
signpost now defunct,
map a feeble pointer,
direction only by one’s nose.
Intuition in ascendence,
as day and night blur anaemic edges.
Fleet of foot dream chaser,
never-ending sequence,
is chaotically just that.
Event foreman cast,
in a starry-eyed plot,
script writer of their own unique journey,
stagecoach vagrant from,
a who-knows-where platform,
speed bump skipper on a blind course,
taking the "lie" of the land.
In every sense a false scents,
trailblazer has a life of their own,
but tragically a life that both owns,
and disowns them in "equal" measure.
Time-lapse photographer flagged,
by ephemera but doesn't notice,
loop by loop square off,
under amber moonlight passage.
faraway green seeker,
bereft of halting site,
with no stop off in between,
momentum the only resting place
Your hands that searched for me for so long
took revenge and hid in my hair
shattered every persuasion
run chaotically on the neck...
so many hieroglyphs drawn on the body,
I never had!
The eyes cut from the spectrum of your lips
left on my thighs.
My breasts, as plains,
rose in front of your hands,
for you to be able
with the shameful fingers
To create space between spaces.
I went to an old seemetarry, a few night's ago you see,
I was full of charisma, colorful contemplation freely flowing through me.
The cat I seen was really full of chatter,
wrapped in a cluster of chaotic, captive matter.
The spirit's playing behind the fence, without a body to see,
as I looked across the grave yard, the only body, was me.
Then the gate flew open it caught me by surprise,
I screamed "OH JESUS" so loud, I caused the dead to rise.
The grave yard was now full of strange chaotically captive clatter,
as I stood there, in contemplation of the matter.
Seeing, and knowing the truth with understanding you see,
Wrapped in His Spirit, blessed with His anointing in me.
As the world looks on at this great chaotic clatter, I in truth I claim,
It was all done by the authority that's in Jesus'name...
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