MUSIC AND THE VISUAL
extraordinary
influence
celebrated
paraphrased
experiments
a discussed
prefaced
leitmotif
illustrative
evocation
translating
literal
juxtaposed
polychrome
conceptions
floating
mirrored
settings
interrupting
transformed
apotheosis
parallelled
as
notional
utterances
seemingly
unbounded
imagined
superiority
extolled
narrative
embodiments
edifying
emotive
discourse
of
intrinsic
harmony
MUTED TONES
numerous
paridisal
elongated
eurhythmic
hierarchical
backgrounds
radiance
glimpsed
in
esoteric
embodiments
aspiring
& initiated
to
stylise
intimate
illusions
of
fellowship
orientation
generic
revivals
ironic
ambitious
elements
ORNAMENTAL EMBODIMENTS
extremely
precise
endow
elegance
with
deliberate
awareness
&
consciousness
in
spatial
attractive
depth
with
extrapositional
linear
dimensions
as
emeshed
counterparts
SHIFTING DREAMS -:-
clear
definite
ideas
intermingle
commemorate
with OPEN-MINDNESS
light
amenable
charm
absorbing
pleasures
so TENDER&SUBLIME
embodiments
pairing
phenomena
antithethically
acknowledged
DEGREES OF INCOMPREHENSION
arbitary
patterns
outstretched
clasping
the
monumental
&
symbolic
immanence
transfigured
sensuous
embodiments
of
essential
differences
in
clear
&
unmistakable
realms
of
allegory
NOTICEABLE CEREMONY-:-
panoramic
reserved
spheres
disproportionately
impressed
with
ENCODED IN LANGUAGE
paradise
encounters
peace
enflaming
measures
of
EMBODIMENTS OF LOVE
crossing
boundaries
symbolised
encoded
subsumed6
beyond
normality
far-away
looks
of contemplation
wayward
innocent
embodiments
in
subliminal
motifs
of
passive
consciousness
&
perception
illumed
insights
faculties
aberration
of awareness
in
authentic
transcription
the
inconceivable
inhibited
attuned
to
sensibility
within
inchoate
contingent
stimuli
individual
thresholds
inseparable
preludes
drift
&
circulate
in
a repertoire
of
shadowed
silence
Have you ever been high on anxiety?
A sensation which crushes your very will
and buries you six feet underground,
or so it leaves you wishing,
from sentences, not of death,
but of immobilization of both body and tongue,
while run-on sentences run loose in thought,
begging for an audience,
bearing embodiments of lies,
of bottomless ominous consequence,
of Godlessness,
beyond hopelessness,
hoping for nothing but nothing,
and maybe these run-on sentences can stop running
if the anxiety would stop chasing
the very body it binds
Life abstracts
4 short breaths of –hales
Acknowledging breathes ins/outs
God’s kiss life itself
~
Touching my beating heart so throbs my chest explains up and down
My souls delight my spirit embrace embodiments of joyous love
Merrily so abound within my vessel my crown thinks about
~
Around the blackness of open spaced heaven
I am created and sent down toward open terrain shown
Through the fallopian uterus carried so dwell in
Around the blackness of open spaced heaven
Encased in darkness I AM purest light barren
Eating the lot of earth breads of leaven sown
Around the blackness of open spaced heaven
Expression sessions of second days of procession
"Life abstracts 3 X”
12/21/23
For Short form Poetry x 3
Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chetta Achara
We are the embodiments of emotions.
I usually let the sorrow and the pain speak.
They are the loudest ones.
I dress them up in fog and light,
hand them bones and tears, and blood.
Make them bearable.
Human and surreal
at the same time.
Distant, yet familiar,
so that everyone knows
they're not alone in this
turpistic world.
Alone in the dark
Hips locked in locked dance mode
We touch in such wayward ways
Our bodies assimilate as one
The music captures all we are
Falling one into the sun
Mastered moves meld
Cosexual sentient bliss
Let's get physical on foot.
Eyes closed, we body benefit
Organic, aligned, all at once.
We trip rhythm rhyme rituals
Words disappear-feelings emote
Lasting treasures of a final approach
Approvals aside, we close our
Embodiments obsecura to all
Un awakened user umbilicals.
Dance with me "til time ends
We tiptoe toilessly entranced in
Uninterrupted unity undone.
We die on floating foibles
Everlasting, embraceable-----You.
These ragged shards of breath, catching in my lungs with grasping fingers of jagged glass
Howling tormented wolves in my mind, clawing and shredding the last remnants of the last
Desperate attempts to live, temerarious in the quest to quench their thirst with blood
Monsters lurk in the shadows of my eyes, hungry for my conscious suffering
No rest, no peace, no sleep for sinners, servants to a greater ill, mindless revolutions of pain
Spinning endlessly in space, reaching for a cold and distant sun without the light of lies
A frozen, broken waste stretches in the expanse of my eyes, terror stalking ceaselessly
In every hidden juncture of the labyrinth of my mind, dark embodiments of hatred, shame, and anger
My eyelids are weighted, crusted in the sands of the blazing desert of my soul
Scraping away my retina with every blink, gasp, choke for air, smothering and breathless
Into infinity I carry loneliness, alone, unwept, unsung, swept into the vast waters of time
Drowning in the enormity of insignificance I wait, sleepless.
visual resemblance
conceptual
links
embodiments
of
never ending
fulfilment
&
renewal
desire distilled
in
illusions
of perfection
elevated
&
never
denied
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
I held my breath as long as I could
Until my lungs began to burn
I forgot my Tibetan embodiments
And gave breathing again, a turn
O, I held my breath and waited for you
From October, till Winter’s depth
Yet you could not say
On any day
That your heart held any breadth
For me or my breathlessness or my cares
Or my happy days or my joys
You measured me
By another tree
That splintered
And left you forlorn
And you hoped for naught
So, your ropes were caught
In the tree
Like a kite in a storm.
O, there’s always a reason
Why loving fails
And makes a person go
And your wordlessness
Made me blow out my breath
And prefer a sensible life
To death
And go out to watch the snow.
In cold winters, water spates into sculptured ice;
opaque embodiments frozen in motion.
Art almost living, as it creaks and crests,
tumbling toward some other birth.
Lovers come here, drunk teenagers,
and just drunks.
Empty beer cans roll or fill with a gritty snow.
Someone has spray-painted red words on a rock face.
Sunlight quickens a glittering ice figure
it could be a porpoise surfing an arc of exhilaration,
it could be the form of an eagle taking off,
only now I see the shape of a sullen, resentful youth.
Perception is everything.
Why does that painted expletive feel so personal?
Maybe it’s because the beauty here is defiled,
or maybe I want to see something that is not here.
A gust of hurdy-gurdy wind guffaws
as I turn away.
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