I wonder if my eyes have the strength to carry the dusk of my dearth.
They say eyes are the window to your soul.
But could the silhouette amplify the accosts of my void you claim with tangibility?
Could you name the poverty of my shadow within the dilation of my pupils, as they expand with a willingness unseen beneath anything but the weaves of your labyrinth?
Could you caress the convolutions of my heart, so twisted by the absent twinkle that determines the lifespan of my irises?
They speak a language so extraneous to the snarl of desperation; a hope clinging onto a surfeiting glut of insomnia.
They speak in syllables of a pitiful, pathetic articulation; a fleet of a cascading deluge.
They speak in a dialect so degrading to the ponder of my wondrous conclusions.
Not the ones you see in classrooms.
Not the ones you see in lectures.
But the ones you wish to lapse into; something as condescending as the melancholy of my amber.
And something as demoralising as the delinquency of my destiny;
The windows to my soul.
y
l
e
the very essence of a thing e
strangulated to shed the extraneous r
released to f l o a t f
without entity making us
dull or brittle
strip away
the entirety of thought
willingly forget
whether we ever flew or had feathers
to merge as no matter
in the comforting void§
needing nothing else
~ resting perfectly unfinished ~
embrace the void
viridescent wrench
adventitious
sparks prompt
yet
cloned camouflage
for psyche
rue’d quandary
withered wisps
nebulous
blind sweep
to bolster
plangent paean
of
helium hinged
extraneous
life sojourn
brazen folly
as
crimson cordon
ushers blurred
mystic squall
quirky quilt
engulfing
behemoth blemish
post sequence
encrypted kismet
punctual launchpad
to
wizard woo
violin mesmerizing
allusive pluck
sun-dried spiccato
bouncing bow
on
ear adorned
murmuration
intaglio instant
pregnant alms
luxuriant
gazillion gust
oe’r
hint endowed
sky syndicate’s
phantom limb
an
opulent cascade
ubiquitous umbra
bequeathing
lush serendipity
propitious prism
shadow conjuror
of
lilac lavishness
tangibly material
as
cerebral chakra
intuits rapt
sublime sublimation
Viridescent wrench
adventitious
sparks prompt
yet
cloned camouflage
for psyche’s
rue’d quandary
withered wisps
nebulous
blind sweep
to bolster
plangent paean
of
helium hinged
extraneous
life sojourn
brazen folly
as
crimson cordon
ushers blurred
mystic squall
quirky quilt
engulfing
behemoth blemish
post sequence
encrypted kismet
punctual launchpad
to
wizard woo
violin mesmerizing
allusive pluck
sun-dried spiccato
bouncing bow
on
ear adorned
murmuration
intaglio instant
pregnant alms
luxuriant
gazillion gust
oe’r
hint endowed
sky syndicate’s
phantom limb
an
opulent cascade
ubiquitous umbra
bequeathing
lush serendipity
propitious prism
shadow conjuror
of
lilac lavishness
tangibly material
as
cerebral chakra
intuits rapt
sublime sublimation
MOTIVES OF ENDEAVOUR
restored
ideas
in
a
palpable
catharsis
of
inward
meditative
resolve
unspoilt
untainted
disparate
patterns
with
enthusiastic
convictions
&
presumed
affinity
apprehended
intact
with
scope
& clarity
of
extraneous
exclusive
binding
styles
The Eyes
Destroys my life eyes
Nice and clean, glittering
Loving hot honest eyes
Remote life and landscapes
The eyes reflect this to me
Bringing closer life and love
Loved future in the eyes
Diamond gaze, extraneous
Attracted my life, demonic
Your eyes my ocean
I am swimming in your life
Loving you my dark heart
And
Loved
You
A
blind
A rusted breeze ripens with early frosts
Ill-fated trees wilt begetting their loss
Rich fermented decay's putrified bloom
Bidding farewell to the song of the loon
The belching pond spurts summers spoil
Bird nests crumble leaving traces of toil
Flowers tilling soil with seeds for new growth
All of life is taking a dying oath
The spreading fire of the evening sun
Blazes in drenched horizons faraway
As days get shorter, and stars have more fun
Popping on flashlights in the milky way
Autumn-extraneous-harmonious
Ceremonious-Testimonios
He would walk into the room
Shoulders held high
Pinnacled to touch the sky
In my eyes a giant of a man
My Grandfather wore a face
Of a blue-eyed Irish sage
With wondrous stories and rousing song
In every breath and heartbeat
Belonging to his Celtic tradition
Some might call him strapping
To me he was a brilliant smile
We would hold hands to dance and sing
In the light of him loving me
So simply, almost magically
He would pull me from my shyness
Into a world of extraneous joy
As he twirled me up onto his shoulders
Then crashing to the floor, feet on the ground
To dance with fire and delight
With every step while singing
Loud and clear of the happiness he knew
What's madness but nobility of Soul
at odds with circumstance
Theodore Roethke
Extraneous circumstances
delve into utopian
realizations that
make you understand
you may not
be all there
Ramifications manifest
themselves on a
daily basis totally
controlling you
Petulant realities
stream into
your consciousness
pestering routines
that convalesce
within dimensions that
are never surpassed
beckoning in a
new direction
that you never
thought could exist
Don't look for feet, do they need them?
Why look for heads, when tails would do?
Why search for bipeds when centipedes crawl so well?
Why should they look anything like us?
Heaven forbid!
For alien is extraneous by definition
They are probably already here among us now!
How could we ever know?
Especially when we are looking in the wrong places
For beings kinda like us, not truly oddball, weird, otherworldly,
Aliens are well beyond are sensibilities
well beyond the reach of our puny
earthling senses, scopes and scope.
Have no desire to be aware of what you schemed to say
The little time that I may have-you shan't steal away.
Though if you seek some company to share a little peace
You’re welcome here any time, though words you must decrease.
Have no longing for yourself to ramble in my ear
Only wish to hear from you straightforward and sincere,
For life’s too short to consort with excessive talking
And if you start I’ll be apart from you and set on walking.
Have no impulse to listen to gossip and void chatter
Only want to listen to the truth of what does matter,
And spare me from your sorrow, woes and doomed despair
As when you vent that misery you selfishly don't care.
See, when we do communicate we’ll share our point of view
Though lessen all extraneous by empathising too,
Where quietude prevails to build us up and strong
And this will be the kind of place where we’ll ease along.
Have no craving to be aware of what you want to state
We need to have gratitude and stress-alleviate,
To slow the flow for up and go within a world of violence
It seems to be a wise old move to revive in silence.
61 Chevy Impala S S
Black sleek loaded with chrome
Parked at quick shop that morning
Not far from my home
The only extraneous decor than
that described above
A bumper sticker of Sylvester the
Cat sending everyone his love
It really popped with his
bright red nose saw it and had to laugh
Block lettered in the blackest type
reading thusly.... Kith My Ath
My muse is gone,
good riddance to the witch
And don’t come back,
you extraneous lil b’itch
Off to prey on others,
pour napalm on their souls
Sublimate good poetry,
burn stanzas full of holes
Infiltrate kind minds,
corrupt joyous prayer
Tear apart covenants,
seed corrugated despair
Yeah my muse is gone,
in search of new hosts
To spread vile poison,
through every new post
I’m an angel once again,
deliverance fills each line
A paragon for good,
no more evil rhymes
Champion of the soup,
clear broth I’ll deliver
Served with fava beans,
Chianti, and my muses liver
# Her name is Clarice #
By
David Kavanagh
Saw it floating translucent on sea swells ~
extraneous sight in a sedulous life
and yet, implicit hints forever dwelled…
Rising inadvertently, the wavy strife ~
Of what current is this tale’s exposition?
Such draconian love flowed from mother ~
Every facet a fraught inquisition!
Swift, her passions swept further a father…
Entered:- swifter waters would swoop away
at speeds where nutrients were inadequate
Racing till pink efflorescence was gray...
O’er oceans frothing of worth diddly-squat
So she goes drifting in the liquid sweep
Evanescing doppelganger of love’s weep/reap ~
(9/12/21 - '91 Carver 638 DMS)
Extraneous by Ragner Dylan Pokorney
It's sad when your bed is twice your size
It's misery, when your coffins bigger
Left here as Ner'er-do-well
Nervy and full of nettle
Neglect never wanted
Nor I never wanted to give
On a day excused from moving forward-
In that fair moment, exempt from time
It may last a soul's width
In which a soul's width has no measure
The evasion of humiliation
Will only leave us vacant
'Outlandish,' spoken to the radish
Whom keeps under the ground
Our time has been the best part
May our spirits spread
and haunt these places, while our bodys rot
Find the spots, in which we vacate
Far after we have gone
Those nervous quivers again
You try to shake them, in an attempt to break them
More life till death do we part
I can feel a breeze blowing through
And it scares me
It scares me, that it feels like fall today
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