Memories of Darkness
A judgment of the past: where we’ve locked our dark halves.
Between grief and grace. The choice we made along the way.
Yet fixated on latent fears of losing face.
These thoughts weigh heavily, lounging with those inner chat voices.
No one hears me, even if they are standing in proximity.
It was the day the sun refused to shine, under a pale moonlight.
Playing broken mind games: in an apocalyptic futurist survival mood.
Standing in your circle of circumstances, brought to you by time, stops.
A zone within their corporation to find a way out of the cessation.
The world we choose out of ?context, only karma knows.
Locked inside this merry-go-round, screaming at shadows.
Of letting yourself down. For an end to this suffering.
Now those voices are so loud that everyone else is whispering.
Inventive Salvador Dali
a futurist as we can see
Two dancers * in a twirl
gave his art a swirl
"Two Dancers 1949 (dedicated to the subjects dancing)
Giacomo Balla a futurist
with 'moving' portraits did persist
Best known or ' Dog on a leash'*
movement,flight& speed never cease
Day and day daze away I dream
I am a futurist i dream Of future things
Happening. Pluto schemes and
Pleasantries utopian eloquence
And such a rush I think I blink I feel
The zeal! Yeah after all I dream
A dream of excellence and promising
Progress where we are all blessed
With best of our own request and
Not at all ever again stressed with
Having less. Dream i dream
A thing of exceptional access
Never Having to
Confess Preoccupation of
Wanting your needs have been
Satisfied you WILL no longer BE
in dire straights. Day and day daze
Away dream of never having to suffer
Consequences not your fault not
Your vault. Never got caught at
Doing wrong? Instead having to
Struggle with doing whats right?
Always at the time
Living on the line. NOW WE DREAM
REALITIES INTO BEINGS! We never
Again have a dream within a
Nightmare denied! Yeah hey there now
Relax no more worry. DREAM ALL
IMPOSSIBILITIES TO FRUITION
NEW CHAPTER NOW!
All our stories are true,
for we are the fabulous fables,
of the long dead.
All truth and fiction has been ghost-written
by those formerly gone.
Every new perspective
of an ever-expanding reality,
philosophies of all kinds,
both modern and classical,
art of every form, including all contemporary
and futurist technologies;
the terrible weapons of war,
and of course every religion and scripture
ever preached,
all of it dreamed-up by us ghosts.
Once you were perfectly alive
and not merely the dead acting-out
a dream of life.
We eternals
have always given you a view,
sights imagined by us just for you.
Yes we know
you feel that this must take away
your purpose and creativity,
deny you
what you supposed to be a real life,
but you see,
you are one of us also,
we are all ghosts,
ghosts coming and going.
Kees van Dongen
a futurist in art way back then
Placed himself on par with Matisse
shame how egotism can never cease
Futurism* tried to purge the past
but such art could not last
Never achieving popularity's seal
or critera of aesthetic appeal
*https://artincontext.org/futurism/#:~:text=Some%20Futurist%20painting%20examples%20include%20Giacomo%20Balla%E2%80%99s%20Street,Gino%20Severini%E2%80%99s%20Souvenirs%20de%20Voyage%20%281911%29%2C%20among%20others.
The futurist artist Umberto Boccioni
tried to capture movement-an impossibility
nevertheless with atmosphere
on a flat surface made a flicker appear*
*https://galleryintell.com/artex/dynamism-soccer-player-umberto-boccioni/giacomo-balla-dynamism-of-a-dog-on-a-leash-1912/
Umberto Boccioni,a futurist was his call
died horse-riding,from a fall
his art usp a flickering blur
a moving image was his spur
Entrusted by the Gods
with the secrets of heavens,
Nikola Tesla, *
like a new Prometheus, **
into the deem-lighten world of
phenomena walked
determined to dissipate ignorance's fog
and
let divinity's knowledge of universal
laws shine bright.
Alas,
Man's haze of confusion and doubt
didn't allow the intensity of his shining mind illumine
technology's path till its ultimate goal
thus
living unanswered many questions asked by us,
mere mortals, who still strive to comprehend the
magnitude of his genius
that
was impregnated with the cosmological principles of
being and becoming which constitute the
eternal truth that steers the Cosmos!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 January 2020
* Nikola TESLA, Serbian - American inventor, electrical engineer, mechanical engineer and futurist. Born 1856, died in 1943.
** In Greek mythology, Prometheus is a Titan who is credited with the
creation of Man from clay and who defies the gods by stealing fire and giving it to humanity.
Need Three Things To Be a Success
To be total success could be a centrist,
Or do look forward and become futurist;
View wide spread;
Living before dead,
Or how about a voracious ventroliquist.
Jim Horn
SPHINX
you silent riddle
of the lion stars
ancient in mystery
staring at omega
in a terrible patience
stone eyes are fixed
at civilization fractures
ground down by hubris
all human history's here
in these stinging sands
stone maned lion
symbol of king solitude
patient as a Bedouin
tending his camel
such appetite for code
unbroken in timeless
stare hinting fury is near
awaiting a new born
generator of myths
even in techno-chaos
you are in our midst
patient as a caravan
tented under stars
Stone Sahara Lion
image cut from ages
his appetite is time
his labor enigma
outlasts the flesh
as grinding sands
hums some meaning
in a stone head dream
of secret revelations
harboring a shadow
cast over our future
by Charles Eastland
from: The Car Has Ears - Selected Poems
by Charles Eastland - Amazon Kindle eBook
OBSERVATION – 2017
Far from Monet’s garden
with ruptured thought of plain air
the futurist philosophers have tasted
the poison mushroom
and rushed to Bethlehem
As though mere noise will save the day
They wave to heaven
with crazy gyrations
And the Kingdom seems lost in hypocrisy
Will the daisies bloom
be loved once again
The promise be fulfilled? -
Some say yes at hope’s better end -
Or does the soul look out in fear
and distrust this split-in-two world?
Dave Austin
Unpunctuating ,
fear will slice the time,
and you will be a sitting duck
in the hands of brutal clock.
Drink, Apollo,
with round eyes and
limbless torso. He walks on
the curves, reciting mantras.
There was intrigue and blackmail
in return for not telling
the indiscretion of celibates.
A damp squib. There was lot
of hissing sound, but no
explosion. Procreatiom will
stop without fire.
Wants to return to pines.
The cones, the pricks and
swaying hips of splendid suggestion.
Satish Verma
All day it rained.
There was no destination.
The futurist will incite
the blue light in the itinerary.
You can convert the eye
into moon. The sky follows
the assassin under-
the cover.
O Brother, I wanted to
scream. Lines were not clear
but the blood was same,
in syntax and on knife.
The potential, the genius,
the capital. They were clubbed
to win the game. The earth
will go searching the fakir.
Satish Verma
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