She wore a gown of every shade
even daisies in the fields could not compare
to the eggshell-ivory-white, vanilla hues
of her, nor the bright intense yellows of her shine!
She was a gravitationally bound star,
even the moon unmatchable to her rare beauty
was beyond compare to her eccentric shades of navy,
royal sapphires and Mayan blues !
Unparalleled to any other star, on a cold December night
she watched her Savior Babe lay dormant, at the feet of her
Un-comparable as gold, frankincense and Myrrh,
unequaled as Archaic Angels of God's Kingdom girth,
a transcendent helium gown of Romanesque beauty flared
and arrived that day.
Spreading argent silver gowns of light and shining like
a thousand twinkling lights, the world was never the same again
after that first Holy Cry, of Love.
There are concerts in the sky
playing cosmically on high—
be they grouping in formation
or harmonious creation,
fashioned synesthetically,
astro-energetically,
with conclusion or collusion,
stellar scenes in grand profusion,
gravitationally steady,
starry outbursts brilliant, heady,
like orchestral symphony
from the brass and tympani,
viols, woodwinds, (theoried strings),
to the charms a keyboard brings—
measureless concerti vast
merging present with the past
seamlessly, or so it seems,
as in firmaments of dreams…
~ Harley White
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Inspiration was from “Cosmic Concert for GAM 2017” which was livestreamed with composer Giovanni Renzo, described as “a collection of compositions and improvisations conceived as a visual and poetic exploration of the universe…”
Inspiration also came from the article, “Galactic Wreckage in Stephan’s Quintet”: “A clash among members of a famous galaxy quintet reveals an assortment of stars across a wide color range, from young, blue stars to aging, red stars.”
Left over overspills are a typewritten error and a grammatical code of which there is no collision of nouns, verbs or adjectives. Descent described design deriving dug dirt. And a soil no shine. A voided coloured counting ball is many balls on cruises to oil lakes. Found in farm grounds. Sluice then slice slice slice. But thrice times an angle in a wailing tree is nit a crystallized orb nor is it a hyperlink or a cycle of cubic measurement. Mature mo frozen italic of thought to a paper in the mind. And gathering although hazardous is another feat to match the toes of soul. Anatomical wisdom rattle. Shake shake shake. And a smiley snake grimaces at very tight reeds to pass to get the kill. Good. Greedy goblins grabbing gestational genital garments giving going gravitationally. And in addition to this a wide mouthed toad sits on that cake over there. Good. Fake that freezer pop. Z augments Z pathologically Z
Tulip turning. 1 2 3. Prettily pasting post in a tree. Shapeless orbs ornately decorated. And a singing bowl asleep near a fridge freezer. Radio not a field mouse. Declaration airwaves. A mothball flu. Power pointing pontifical pontiff. Plea to a pea. And a glass human being. Benign is a compass. Grateful is a directional flirt. Gravitationally given going grabbing giblets graciously. Take no wheel to an honourable friend. Especially a right honourable one. Left turn right turn middle middle break. Traffic light dancer. Its best to wear a gold bead rather than a decade of silverware on ones hand. Doesn't one agree? Hahahaha daring playsuit with plunging neckline hahahaha a little bug smiling and smoking. Hahahaha draperies. Xxxx daboya z
I don’t need to forgive
Or feel your forgiveness in return;
I don’t need to love you or feel
The embers of your fire to get burned.
Forgiveness, I’ve found
Is highly overrated
Ever since you knocked me down
My mind’s been saturated
With all the ugliness and hate your
Pathetic life engendered;
Forgiveness to or from you
Will never be surrendered.
So forgive me for not forgiving
The history of our past: I could deeply care
Less about who or what you are
Than trench bugs in the grass. Still,
I’ll let you pass
Like the untouchable, intangible wind,
More miniscule than dirt and sand
I’ll tread on once again, my dear old once begotten
Now long forgotten, friend.
Hello-goodbye, excuse me
But just who did you say you are?
Don’t make me blink my eyes again
And wish upon a star…
Because you’re as gone as any comet,
Gravitationally black hole bound;
So forgive me for not forgiving you
Without a whisper of a memory or a sound.
But forgiveness is a word you don’t deserve
When all you do is drag me down.
music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=6_nLlL1mwKI#!
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" drive it like you stole it "
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like elementary
as simple is
what’s obviously
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dimensionally . speaking
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should make perfect
the senses too
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estimates memory
of focused fantasy
is commonly known
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" extra yet ordinary "
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" do you feel it "
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into a pull
of gravitationally dull
yet immediately accessible
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Doctor
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for the sake of relations
do you see…
the identity of
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