privileged
sublime
surreal
dreams
strange
detached
zeitgeist
circular
bizarre
blissfully
isolated
translucent
labyrinthine
insightful
extravaganzas
of
eccentricities
the
spectacle
dissolves
inertia
awakes
volatile
activity
accesses
creativity
with
suggestions
of
seminal
subliminal
interludes
latent
shapes
of
subjective
intuition
modulate
eccentricities
predicate
the
positive
amplify
&
perfect
distinct
inspired
connotations
You cannot mold me into the woman
you want me to be.
I am already the woman I am,
and proud to be,
regardless of fancy society.
She (me) makes men
uncomfortable.
Also, she doesn’t have women friends.
She has three pets, snakes,
who struggle to
understand her
and accept her eccentricities
in their sedate
state of existence.
In the background.
someone plays Unchained Melody,
and someone goes to heaven.
I asked you to dance with me
To ‘Both Sides Now’
by Joni Mitchell.
You didn’t have a choice.
That is what I do to you
when I am feeling romantic
and in love with my husband.
The Christmas tree is still up
in mid-January.
It is more luminous to look at
and reflect on after Christmas is over.
Now, there is time and space
for eccentricities,
especially mine.
Ben is embarrassed when we dance
in our slow circles
of middle-aged parents.
He went to play the trumpet
in his room.
He closed his door
which made both of us laugh.
The moment meant more
with the cacophony of music
and feeling
when we were laughing.
And our dog looked at us
with a bored expression
from her couch.
Daphne, our dog,
was enjoying her old-lady leisure.
I told you:
“honey, don’t forget this.”
Raised a thumb, hitched a ride
random raced, inside
a freaky, desert mirage—
—then took it——solo
and slammed smack dab
into Slab City.
Oasis to lost, wandering souls
outcasts, living off society’s Grid
—crash landed—
into immediate immersion
of oddball oddities and eccentricities.
Psychedelic dreamscapes
mixed with Truth tellers—
—Salvation Mountain, God’s love
and John 3:16.
then, around the corner
East Jesus, where heathens
and aliens commune.
Find your path, your truth
within Coke bottle walls
Madonna shrines, plastic people
junk art sculptures—-
—-RV snowbirds and hippies
living side by side.
Commentary complimentary—
—spun from a grey bearded elder
telling tales of the glory days—
—of protests and picket lines
—of hazy days, flower children
and far out, rainbow dreams.
If you brush away all the fallen leaves,
from the branches of my family tree.
You're likely to find a few old bones that,
we've tried to keep hidden from history.
As with all families you're gonna find,
things that no one ever dared to bring out.
Gays, lesbians, bi and transgender were,
the kind of things that no one talked about.
Back in those days they whispered horrid words,
all about subjects that were quite taboo.
Now accepted as just a way of life,
that many people now openly choose.
I say that all the 'eccentricities',
that filled up our ancestral lineage.
Have helped color in all of the blank spots,
though some paint may have spread over the edge.
It is so hard to stay inside the lines,
when it’s colored in by so many hands.
Our quirks and words and peculiar traits,
are perhaps what helps us to understand.
That it's from those colors that gently bled,
and all those secrets that were never told.
That created who we became today,
and we don't have to all fit the same mold.
I crawled and stayed low as I could,
Wanted to be punished for being anything but good. No boundaries in place before I took a walk around the world complete in a block,
Never knew that being human meant being entitled to make mistakes and being a Christian meant worthy of asking forgiveness and sneaking a peak at the people you pass when you are walking isn't too much pride. I deserved everything I got that made me feel like , being a pathetic introvert just gave me the excuse to allow for my eccentricities. Flawed in more ways then one yet unable to pin point the most debilitating one, I chose being trapped in the body of some fat, frumpy whiter then white ill proportioned gal with an akward pigeon toed walk, unsure stare and a damaged heart left to stew in misery. I truly love harder then anyone I've seen...but I never say a w ok rd about it...just hope that someone feels it.
Rb
Written: December 5th, 2023
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Inspiration bursts forth akin to a volcano
with kinetic rainbows and gooey agony
frothy vortices or bubbling in infernos
an existence on the verge of decay
reaching the pinnacle of bliss
In that moment, originality bursts forth.
A creative vision of shadowed areas
amid a thousand beveled mirrors
portraying vibrancy and iridescence
in tandem, or utterly not
conversing common items into marvels
perched atop majestic mountains.
The highly focused artist's mind
perfectionism never fades
up until the medium is fulfilled
often veiled eccentricities
displaying pushes witnesses to impanel
an opposing viewpoint to hate and love.
Gratitude for vivid dreams
revealing hidden spaces to inspire and empower
emerged from cramped corridors
of crumbling walls and fading edges
within the Edenic roses of teal.
The moonlight entices
By Michelle Morris
15/08/2023
The moonlight entices
The moonlight glows
When she's in darkness
The Moon is in her shadow
She is working with the Sun
They influence each other but never touch
Like lovers who are separated
By the Universe's brushstrokes
You can trust in yourself
You don't have to fight it
The moonlight is inspiring
She'll make you feel excited
Your enlightenment and wisdom
Your charming eccentricities
She reveals them all
Your delightful layers of personality
She reveals herself in time
Leads you to honour yourself each month
Her reminders are there to inspire
A blessing and a guidance
The moonlight entices
The moonlight glows
When she's in fullness
The Moon is in her knowing
She is working with Earth
They influence each other but never touch
Like friends who watch over each other
The Universe flows its truth
You can trust in yourself
Have faith and hope and focus
The moonlight is inspiring
She'll bless you every moment
© Michelle Morris, 2023
FORGIVE me & my madness, these eccentricities
& my faults; my tenderness!
-- that pain --> a thorn inside my brain!
and skin so human it hurts!
Like out of the blue a raging bull.
My eyes of marble so hardly knew a softness; a
sight beyond light & thumping pain within the
cargo vessel held; lifetimes of love and sorrow
some of which my soul measured || life on hold;
to save this spot || so much like Gold.
toward the living and happy I SALUTE!
If I had a magic wand I would make sure we would have the same skin color
It would be rainbow, but we could diversify it in these ways.
We could choose paisley, plaid, polka dotted, striped or heart skin.
Everyone’s hair would be white, we could dye it any color at will.
Including rainbow of course.
In December we would celebrate our neighbors, learning their customs.
Trying not to steal them, even when some of them would be fun to steal.
We would share foods from all of our cultures, especially cookies and fudges.
We would dance in the streets, and agree to disagree happily about music.
We would have a group hug.
If I had a magic wand I would give people a glimpse of their true self.
So they would be receptive to other people’s customs and habits.
Not merely tolerating each other’s eccentricities but appreciating them.
Because they would be living their soul dream,
and they would want others to live as their true selves also.
I would gladly do this for the world, if I had a magic wand.
I have too much sense to have too much sense
or should as enough sense is enough sense,
quite enough perforce because the strings
of pure logic invite a wide
and open-hearted composition,
or always should as common sense to excess
could mean a lack of comic mirth
which is really quite inane because
our periodic folly,
mine and indeed the world around us
as human beings, adds lustre to one’s life
and the lives of others we encounter on and off.
One's frequent social circle notwithstanding
Those little eccentricities that stray into the
luscious meadows of magic mishap that spread joy,
that most magnificent contagion,
the universal crying requisite whose absence
connotes a risible dull void.
Posted ; 12th May 2022
DIMENSIONS
spectacular
experiments
into
a magical
world
of dream-like
expression
a union with
the
invisible
absorbed by
the avant-garde
impossible
to engage
the marginal
moment
with
eccentricities
of an
imaginary world
with
a profound
demeanour
to incite
on going
inspiration
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Wondrous…
Efficacy enhanced; potency proliferated;
Encyclopedia at fingertips concentrated;
Communication convalescent; multi-merchandised,
The universe, like a toy at infant’s hands, mesmerized...
Yet…
Psychic eccentricities; emotional erosion;
Disorientation; bedim in vision and mission;
Homes divided; globe compartmentalized, isolated,
Rhythm of cosmos, like music of broken lutes, muted...
10 February 2022
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