The days of bleeding light are disgusting
Endless vacations around the sun
Just to put me in the emptiness and the vortex
To let the reflected light and fog penetrate
The roots of suffocating time
So that we may be granted a new beginning.
I'm trying to find a way to break free
I'm a free-flying bird in correlations
drifting off into the horizon
wishing for the sky, but having far more.
Then sped up and pulled me behind
From the inside out, I can sense my wings
The beating of the heart was quieted
Singing with my arms wide open.
Written: January 31, 2023
All answers affect aspirations
By belittling bygone barbarizations
Constantly criticizing correlations
Defined dumbfounded dictations
Edicts evaporate everyone's expectations
Foregone frustrations failed flirtations
Gone great grace giving generations
Harmonies have harmonious hesitations
Impotence influences indignations
Justified judicious justifications
Killing kaputz keratinizations
Living life lonely leaves lacerations
My muse motivated monumental mutations
Nonsense needed no normalizations
Offended overintellectualizations
Past promises purely placations
Questioning quarreling quotations
Resisting relevant restifications
Sentient solutions solve segregations
Total trust triumphs trepidations
Utopias undermined ultralizations
Viciousness visualized victimizations
Worthless weaponizations
Xenodochial xenophilications
Yawn Yuppifications
Zenith zealousness zendrifications
Sound is vibration
begets round sound,
random noise,
white nuances,
dark soulful nights,
symphonic nests,
harmonic intersections
Organic macrolife is self and other,
ego and eco, empowerment
begets unvoiced
prevoiced
voiced
revoiced
nonvoiced enculturing love
choice
For love is God's great goddess power
begets compassion between faithful passion tribes
of trees,
toads,
turtles,
thistles,
thunder,
testimonies,
civil teas
Regenerating energy
resounding vibrant co-relational
responsive co-passions
responsible correlations
In-between rhythms
vibrating round patterned sound
of EarthDay powers
of light systemic synergy.
Capitalists
believe in universal exemption
from Earth's resonant resilient wealth
of cooperatively-held holistic health.
Christians,
at our best,
believe in universal redemption
with EarthMother and LoveFathers'
cooperatively gracious compassion.
Buddhists,
at our most transcendent heights
and intimate depths,
believe in experiencing universal causation,
resonant correlations
of atoms and waves,
of staid matter and flamboyant energy
of space revolving place
and spiraling evolutions
causing effective sacred time:
Invested with transcendent
through intimate Earth,
natural vision
through spiritual listening,
polypathic thoughts
causing
and cooperatively caused by
polyphonic feelings.
I held the calligraphy brush and
Practiced the movement for hours and hours
Somewhere betwixt art and dance
It was meant to look as effortless as a breath
Simplicity at its core
At first glance you recognize
A tall wispy tree on a little island
Surrounded by a flowing current
That’s when I tell you that my avatar
Is the calligraphy symbol for ‘play’
Not only do I love the fact
That it is crisp black on white
But the symbolism is multi-faceted
Several correlations come to mind
Play and nature are preeminent and dynamic
Unpretentious is the notion of freedom and grace
Creativity’s natural interaction with the universe
Welcome to my avatar its play that I embrace
AP: 3rd place 2020, 3rd place 2021
Submitted on January 20, 2019 for contest WHO IS THE STAR IN YOUR AVATAR sponsored by MARK MASSEY - CONTEST CANCELLED
Basic foundation of a basic shape
Triangle as the first layer
Of Understanding
Prism as the finest layer
Of Creation
When in motion it expresses rhythm
Standing still It immortalizes vision
Of articulating communications
Of evoking interactions
Of realizing the sign & symbol
Translated
Into a vertical infinite motion
Inviting appreciator
To be part of the forces
To go beyond realization
Vertical dynamics
Motion and movement
The stillness of
Isomorphic variations
In pursuit of finding correlations between things that may have once seemed separate
where simplicity breeds complexity and when energy epitomizes its own fields of existence
Let the city commences its dialogue
Between steels, greens, and everything in between
Pictorial linearity
a much welcomed sight
of such landscape ambience
There’s no such thing as a continuator,
Or that is what we must assume freely,
To think as relational people, proper,
To function today as contributors truly.
We have a continuator if suicidal thoughts,
Encompass and claim to wreck our posture;
Someone to fall back on to ignite and cox,
Someone to give us our usual composure.
But that is exceptional and mustn’t exist,
Our saviours mustn’t exist in the assumptions,
Of our relationships, steadfast or even a cyst:
Our correlations must take our idempotent ions.
We are all autonomous people, whole beings,
Able to legislate our own freedom and our pen,
And so if you leave us looking with hangings,
For an unlocatable god, then just stay in the den!
Last night I was in curious about number nine
Many articles said number nine is the perfection number
All that related with nine come back to nine
Try the multiplications of nine and see the results
Plus the two digits all will come in nine
Some say nine is "God's number" pretty much convincing
But still not catch the correlations God with nine
Seek for further they offered some calculation of pythagorean
Mind squeezing, brain stunned, black out, tipsy by nine
Note:
1x9=9
2x9= 18=1+8= 9
3x9= 27= 2+7= 9
4x9= 36= 3+6= 9
5x9= 45= 4+5= 9
And so on...
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9 contest
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