in my poems, sonada's
film depiction
your encouraged to lose
focus
tumble
race, give up and quit
especially quit
and the frame settles with you
about where it should be
in your life
did you buy into us
the hidden mystery
robbing you blind
in time, you may hear us
the tempos that won't shutter
we are open and the theater
wells and theater's portend to you
from before, we get to know eachother's painting in time
i ask for the silver screen and scratch, for the top
i deliver obviously for the style
for the style i died
trying to get back inside
#cinematography
Situations stirring like a great big bee. Finishing annihilation aimed at a tree. Forty-six fishes means a great big line. And a pool of senses is neither a slime nor a faith. In a nine centimetre goblet there is existing a catacomb of unauthorized doctrines who seek to revoke a planetarium alignment at six o'clock and a wide rancid frog belching in a corner is merely akin to a large box of chocolates waltzing on a plate. But at the high speed cycle of a washing machine there cab exist 200 drones, a purple nightie, a silver molested glove, ten drawn swords and a sparkly dagger. Omit no orbic residue from a tidally induced flood. And a flour is not a flower it is not a baking in a two foot garden. Hahahahah synergistic syndrome symmetrically symbolised stirring sap syrup. And a giant horn of a herd rising and raising a radioactive beam. Oh prison not a prism. Pickle no paint. And curve no charisma. Hahahaha to it all. Ho how much you can do that for the purpose. And a dove. Dancing. With a curvaceous cabbage. Dawn that then demon. And chop. Chip. Xxxxx gravitational gibbons giving gratification xxxx hahahahah plaid pig pointing posts. Xxxxx cinematography z
A broad day light went dark
with his own conscience..
He locked himself
into a cubic space..
he searched for his cellphone
shut its voice..
after the last call...
curtain was up before he recall.
speeding cars, mind blowing cinematography
thrilling chase , dashing heroin,
ruthless villain, mesmerizing hero..
he slipped into the drama
sucked into illusion ...
he laughed with the hero
fought with villain
cried with heroin..
overwhelming story ..
he munched the popcorn so fast!
one hour 25 minutes
he got dragged to a different world
he lived a shadow life..
laughter & pain
hatred & love
inspiring love, motivated anger..
success & death..
he lived it.. he lived it ..
and munched the popcorn so fast!
one hour 25 minutes !
he forgot who he was..
he forgot his own story line
till the minute the hero won the race...
till the heroin ran to dais
to hug the hero...
he forgot who he was..
till the curtain was down..
he came out like a bandicoot!
facing the light with heavy heart of loneliness,
he searched for his car...
he searched for it.....
A physical fort is a contact entity but a branch brain can bake many layers of bread thoughts. Thus reducing the need for manufacturing. When a pretty pickle faced person sings to birdsong it is said that it is wise to hold a broom in a semi circular formation. Hence a saying could be a long term statement. A crow nods in agreement. And nineteen silver fish prance on the waters. Cinematography of an otter world then. Good. Portly pork playing platinum puck. Fantastic news for bees. It is often said that lifting a tiny calf is to bring great fortune and blessings upon villagers. In a collaborative collection one should never eat coleslaw from a ladle as ladles are accustomed to soup. Soil is not an advertisement for diving into the ground. And imprisonment of a billion is merely to ensure the playgrounds of slugs and frogs last to span time. *** having fun are we? Hahahaha £% and often a mystic ¥ so call to a pointed ceiling then. *** ham and egg dance with the plate xxxx totalitarian *** z. Cvbf. X
Cinematography of Chaos
Cinematic impressions, climatic sort of dream,
upgraded to pathetic, idiocracies new theme.
Temperament unadjustable,sleets of snow heat wave,
melted in unhappiness, metaphorical life slave...
Mind divisioned split end irreversible destination,
the ends split, nowhere fits, ageless in estimation.
Sightseeing with psychtoherapy,crawl deeper, farther within,
Creative Chaos called Manarchy, the evil mannequin!
My mind began to wander down a path of banal humor.
On it's own accord.
It was some kind of sick and strange homo-erotic imagery, with a story.
It involved myself and Martin Scorsese.
A man in a lime green and plastic suit asked us,
"What are your two favorite George C. Scott performances?"
I replied without missing a beat, "Doctor Strangelove and The Hustler..."
Scorsese just smiled and laughed out loudly. His laugh echoing through a dark place.
He agreed with me
and in a deep, harsh alien voice kept repeating the line,
"Great minds! Great minds!"
Where it went from there... I will leave to your sick, erotic imagination.
All I can say is, the man has magnetic eye's and a sublime taste in Cinematography.
Callous sentences saunter into the quaintest of landmarks
Capturing the cinematography that is the mockery of felicity
At times I ponder on whether its veins quake with fear
In lieu of the eyes marring her with bullet holes
Whilst humming commemorative memories
That now lie lifeless just as the wealth of their youth
Oblivious to arcane mishaps
That molest the bones established by society
The echo of her tattoo sings of a great depression
Each time the memory surfaces,
A twisted grin is born
Perhaps this could be the preluding window to existential purgatory
Come to green mother
Naked, willed and wild
Visit the bed of death
Where circles hide
Submerse senses in the newborn
Aroma and cinematography
Tease the skin with warm wind
That tumbles and tingles dry
Cradle the baby’s breath slowly
As it toddles and cries into a bouquet
Beneath a marbleized sun
On the beauty of a bashful April day
How too choose, how to select
A film to fill that two hour slot
The bumph will big it up
Over egg the pudding like as not
So I look for key word like
“Thought provoking” or “moody”
“Poignant, “Critically acclaimed”
Or “Stunning cinematography”
And when I’ve identified them
I know they are the ones to miss
And I get the one with the cover picture
Of a girl in a state of undress