ELAN OF LIBERATION
prescriptive
pontification
resemble
transitional
identification
options
consolation
of
enlightened
identifications
harmonise
figural
situations
&motivate
impetuous
elements
conniving
authenticity
cherished
with
presentable
dinity
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Beautiful canvas beautiful skin
arrested smiles
burgeoning love
seeping into me
oh, come on, karma talk
like a french lover:
"La vie est une fleur dont l'amour est le miel."
| Life is a flower of which love is the honey
and it is making me feel ill and cloudy. |
Is this what we lovers get? Is this what lonely
hearts feel when we mix love with art?
Oh, come on, please.
Karma is not enough
i gave it up for camera.
Remembering how i felt most intense pleasure
piercing my heart upon a figural stone shaped
as a monster's heart.
I messed objects with abstract thoughts
and lost myself which became more real.
and everything and every sense and every thought
tried to devour me within a black throat of fear
and it tried plainly ~~ i use to daydream at night
and paint colors in the darkest thoughts of my
mind; everything oh everywhere and everythis
and everythat |and it tried to eat me |
i woke up believing i was right here now.
Where i threw colors within my head
where i drew deepest fears away
when i was there when you cut me with
your words/i tried to say...i tried to say
tried to say....
Love is everywhere.
:: 07.07.2022 ::
You're never gonna see me in the corner
As if I were afraid of my own shadow.
The Shadow of Death is in the corner,
Although the Grim Reaper is not looking so grim.
He is not dressed in a black robe,
Nor is there a scythe to be seen.
He is a rather dapper looking gent:
Suit, tie, shined-up shoes, gold ring and Gatsby hat,
Leaning nonchalantly on a dark wood cane that is topped
With a figural not unlike a silver cross.
I am not afraid,
I have set God
as a seal upon
my heart.
His love
is stronger than death.
Note: When my younger brother was four years old he would go to work with our mother. She was a registered nurse and worked in a nursing home. My brother would visit with the old folks while Mom worked.
One day while at work with Mom he met the Angel of Death as described above and was not afraid. The Angel talked with him and told him he was there for one of the residents, and a few days later that person passed away.
Poem written for "Let's Mix It Up" poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France.
10/08/2021
It is used in a figural speech
It is used as a carrier object
It is used as a storage system
It is used as a everyday accessory
Gosh, you have to love it
Different colours, choose your desire
Different makes, choose your category
Different brands, there are so many
Different shapes, choose your level
Distinguish your individualism
It is a need, not a want
It is useful and optional
It blends with the entire
It so flexible
Yoo, it compliments you
As a literal phemomenon, Death is fearful.
As paradox, an antidote to fear.
As life in death, it focuses on life.
As something absurd, one must cope with it,
Edmund Husserl or Viktor Frankl’ll help;
If literal ’n figural, generates fear ’n hope,
As “cowards die many times ’fore their deaths.”
If cyclic, it mitigates much of fear,
If linear, leads to dread—life after death:
Go to Edmund Husserl and he will help.
Thus, hacked to death, dear Death, by perceivers;
But when the worst comes to the worst, I quit!
***
Death and life—literal or figural?
Maybe both,
Now that there can be death in life or life in death,
As for poets, notably, Bharati and Yeats.
The dialogue between Arjuna and Krishna:
Is it interpersonal or intrapersonal?
Darsan or Epiphany—cling to it we would,
For seeing is believing.
The commandments, though heard,
Had to be attested by the burning bush.
Aha! Come to think of it,
Could Darsan as well be figural—
As is vipasana?
As is epiphany for Joyce?
A shorthand like light years?
***
i have parched lips dripping on a highway mind
besides your heart i dreamed and see cotton-candy buzzards
so drawn into your love i forgot i cannot go there
into your dead soul-cage heart ~
Gay! Captivating word for this priceless Age !
a world now known for renowned investigators of cellophane
purple umbilical nooses
A dictum of a new world!
And a priceless Miss(believe it or)fagots are a certain young
(fe)male confused in our society no betrays the noose (oh hum)
give me a gun! So Miss(believe it or answer
did (s)he meet the libido or cut that soul of baby breath or
the highness of a higher mind? So time slows down and i give you
a poco purido to contemplate your Pieces out-of-water-fish
dancing dry death -- so they sing, "we don't know what it...
don't know what it means."
:: 01062016 ::
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