SPECIMEN SPECULATIONS
obviously
spontaneous
delicate
interpretatIons
initiated
emphatic
interpreted
empirical
findings
of
manifold
motivations
subjective
but
outwardly
visible
recognisable
displays
in
border-line
studies
of
blurred
exceptional
interactions
of
catalogued
formulations
TRANQUIL IMAGES
imagination's
impending
arrival
dignified
simple
immersed
in
motifs
of
surprising
themed
coincidences
veiled
with
fanciful
wonder
lively
vigorous
episodes
characterising
ostensibly
profound
contemporary
illusions
to
apply
&
witness
intimate
schematic
formulations
INTENTION TO RENDER THE VISIBLE-:-
translucent
crystalline
structures
deliberately
alongside
a STEP TO SELF-ORIENTATING
diagrammatic
elevated
imagery
constantly
illuminated
in SCHEMATIC FORMULATIONS
disconcerting
physical
reality
incorporating
syncretics
Impressions
Appear as forms
And formulations
Which may seem
To shape that which
Cannot be shaped..
Impressions arise
Apparently..along
With the thought
Of the shaping...
("Dreaming Gaia", 2017, original encaustic)
The Dreaming Mind
Every night we all dream
Projecting the habits of a reifying mind
Onto the fabric of an energized neural net
Creating a world within a world
Just as amazing, just as solidly real.
And every day we perceive, sense objects and mental formulations
Projecting the habit of a reifying mind
Onto the fabric of an energized phenomenal world
Each creation the same
Habitual activity of a creative projecting mind.
Almost everyone acknowledges the creative projective
Habitual function of the night-dreaming mind
While few notice the very same mind
Must be doing the very same thing
At all times: asleep or awake!
It’s easy to assign causal agency
To ourselves when we’re all alone
Harder when we are but a small part
Of a much greater whole, and yet,
The common denominator remains the dreaming mind.
Waking or sleeping
The dreaming mind incessantly does its thing
Dreaming of subjects experiencing objects
Dreaming of worlds within and out
Dreaming that its dreaming makes it separate from the dream.
(10/29/23)
FORMULATIONS
slender
slight
in
fragile
personality
indicative
of
the
swift
quick
&
silent
immersed
in
startlng
ephemera
in
image
succinct
thought
&
oblivion
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
I look upon your remarkable frame
and marvel that you started out
of no acclaim,
a tiny clump of cells en route
to where you are, ignited by life’s flame.
In truth, a mystery to contemplate
how all the parts get sorted out,
without a doubt,
the most amazing aspect of this little game.
For surely God must find delight
in works performed well out of sight
of eye of mortal man,
dividing sinew, marrow, bone
in full accordance with the plan,
the outcome known to Him and Him alone.
And who am I, a fault to find,
or declare right
the formulations of this great and wondrous mind?
No, I will fall upon my knees and praise
your gentle shepherd, baby goat,
for He who plays
at such a game is not remote,
but has drawn near and given us a name
by which to call upon,
for ever on,
creator of us two, alike but not the same.
Small Ramada vacation time
Unutterable sundowns
Mid-solar dawns early sun rise
Many moderate new moons
Ethereal dawns
Respective solid solstices
Thermally heated topical formulations
Idle pastimes individual heated
Many bright days
Early cool daylight heated evening nights
7/13/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
silence in a
force of colour
magnified into
morals
of sensuous turmoil
formulations
of figures energised
fusions of circles
rippling
bubbling
indivisible
whirlpools sieved
of
essentials
perspectives
in
fleeting moments
circulating
in anticipation
in prolific
but
condensed meanins
saturated
with anxieties
an authentic scrutiny
of
beauty
fused
with prejudice
in the eye
of the beholder
Secrets were made for the past
Formulations were made for the future
Endeavours were made for yesterday
Promises were made for me
History made was to be learned
Footprints made was to be followed
Mystery made was to be solved
Racism made was to be anguished
Thoughts were made to be analysed
Hearts were made to be appreciated
Decisions were made to be distinguished
Dreams were made to be dreams
I’m no god nor beast
I can’t live alone
can’t sail with the stream
even if foolish
seeking chimeras
imploring in vain
finished relations
link pigs, snakes, monkeys
crowd the pretences
in my head suspend
all formulations
now no more cleansing
spirit viruses
and false oracles
What does it look like?
What does it sound like?
How does it read?
Is there beauty in mathematics? Are physics formulations beautiful? Is artistic beauty in all its forms discovered or created?
Did Isaac Newton invent his mathematics or did he discover it, like one discovers a planet?
Where did the Mona Lisa come from? From some ethereal realm? A dream perhaps?
What did Leonardo tap into to create such a work of art? Would it be appreciated by beings on the other side of the Universe?
Is mathematics universal? Are computer codes? Genetic codes?
Beethoven’s music discovered or created? William Shakespeare, what was he on? Where does the mind’s eye wander to obtain such things?
Will earthly beauty translate elsewhere? Is beauty in all its forms universal, or unique to its origins?
Is simplicity beautiful? Complexity? Are we all beautiful?
Or, Is all beauty simply in the eyes of the beholder?
Displacement, transfer's exchanges, formations words formed formulated, landscapes, the citys like a safari, No Escape! I FEEL completely motivated, I notice, no need to make explanations , upheld reinforced by the depth of thought and comteplation, it’s an Honor I’m Blessed beyond phrases, destined , I leave the truth undressed and bare naked, I cherish every precious second, becuz I just might perish in the very next second, And the best one's and the Biggest, And the lessest man is the Greatest one in Heaven, we understand, we suffer set-backs, we rise and raise those that fall down, The Potter's Perfectin is a vessal of Honor, And I send my Praise straight to The Father
I just came straight from the slaughter, you can still smell the blood coming off me
yes thats hell, yes thats where the devil dwells,
And since we're on different kinds of mail, I whisper those messages quiet well
I don't give a damn what a Anne might spell, or what a Poet Destroyer might kill
still the sad site for sad censored people I see
still a site for mindless and glib poetry
still the formulations of J Rhyme numb and co
still the fatuous minds without a dictionary
or a thesaurus for that matter
still the same awkward attempts at self entertainment
and the unequaled, lets pat each other on the back
still the sad and sorry farcical face of poetry
with the glib lip service you pay
still the oh so premium membership
still your tweadle de and twoddle dumb
you wonder why
all the good poets
left
The relativity of wealth and poverty
Amazing.
Einstein’s formulations pale
In juxtaposition to universal carnage.
Obese pigs of a glam,
filled holes of cultural blacktop.
“Get your plump white asses off the necks
of the weak!”
“Who the hell do you think you are anyway?”
The cyclic nature of problem and solution;
“Ahhhhhh,” Eldritch Cleaver where are you?
“Thump, thump, thump,”
The arterial pulse of a puss infected
gangrenous limb
“YES,” whiteness
Raw, heedless, mercenary killers of diversity
Pristine sinks
Seek purity
GOD!
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