EXPLORATIONS
transformed
harmony
manifold
in
appearance
an
unthinkable
observance
steeped
in
sensibility
rigorous
intimations
actualized
in
allegory
of
deliberate
oracles
in
interpretative
openess
discrete
& unmistakable
manoeuvred
immobility
of
single
moments
pure
essence
in
visual
contemplations
seemingly undeniable certitude and conviction
handle hinges slats panels lock and key
maybe a cat flap for escape towards illusions
a trap door of revolving gates
sometimes we are framed by cemented beliefs
of what remains perspective and opinion
seeking for external validations
we fail to search for what is inside
stay on the threshold of immobility
minds need lubricating agents
rust prevention or sometimes a chisel
to determine what certainty is
a conundrum delusion of impermanence
which steals happiness and adventure
of open-minded investigation
there are moments however
when we can crawl out of a window
or simply break through walls
self-made incarceration is futile
and the chains shackling us
are the ones we crafted ourselves
Painting of Oblivion
The canvas is uniformly white.
As a screen depicts nothingness
And there is immobility.
A red dot appears
When a mass of void moves
Into life in the form of a life
A beast or a man?
The mystery is no one knows.
Why this randomness occurs
the horizon is motionless in its red and purple hues
snow-topped mountains are shushing us with silent lips
the immobility of this presence does not hesitate to bring stillness
I look into the water’s depths; all the wildlife must be sleeping
there is not one tiny splash; this well-worn dock placates me
this is a place for eagles, but no bird is flying; the air is soundless
a meditative place, a Zen place where I could sit and emote
so I do, crossing my legs on the edge of the dock, stilling my soul
a tiny breeze barely whispers her secrets onto my face; I smile
feeling all-powerful in this sacred place, loaned to me by the Master
thoughts I could have never conjured anywhere else come to me
I begin to solve my tiny problems as the world embraces me with silence.
precipice
and the granite unmasked
not my heart in immobility
Injustice
Disguise of righteousness
Not my soul in perpetual quake
Punishment
That which he doled smiling
My body he forced, never will be...
me
Space travel
When I can't sleep
in the night
I close my eyes
see a myriad
of stars
some of them are red
but mostly blue
I continue my odyssey
through the galaxy
when stars
are a rarity
and further away
a wall of nothing
a space that has
no ending
a fear of a vacuum
ghostly immobility
where nothing matters
never did
intuitive
memory
a sense
of
form
in
my
own image
expressed
thru
colour
immobility
of
presence
detaiiste
reflective
minimal
perspective
contrasted
sparse
&abrupt
Difficult life
Life is life, hmm, yes, if we are still alive
This is a question only, a question, what is life
And what's for, and why? Freedom or jail?
Independence or freedom?
I don’t know
I don’t know
This guy is just a simple thinker
Nothing else
But then the question is stayed, and no answer
Still no answer
Empty the answer’s box
And the life gone
And no answer
I am dying like a silly boy
No, that’s so far, so far
Death isn’t upcoming, my future is a flyer
Just fly
Hmm, so the life flyes
Flying, moving, walking, running, flowing, streaming, progressing, leaking
So, life is opposite of the immobility
So the move is the life
Not exists
In every moment life is gone
Life is difficult?
How?
I never get that
Always gone
Oblong outlines of a soul
Stretched in elliptical misery
Redefines the perfect circle
To a breakable volatile tautness
Loosely cloaked in sheaths of epitonic blue
Draped upon the shrinking body to hide a terrified world
Dressed in swirling ominous patterns of anonymity
To be lost within the deepest abyss of fatal fear
Planted like a tenuous girder of iron truth
On a bridge of no return
There is no departure from excruciating fear
From this wicked self-imposed poltergeist
An unseen force deliberates death
Smothering with tremulous trepidation
Annihilating the essence of existence
With no bond found on common ground
There lies the secret
Within the mystery of a soul’s distress
The exorcism of human strength
As fear brings the will of life to a standstill
7-12-2023
Faint flame emergent from neurotransmitters.
The brain, a torch arranging patterns of awareness,
patterns of recall, encounters, adventures, and ordeals.
Covert consciousness realized in coma patients,
detected in vegetative invalids by the analyzers
of EEGs, the probers of the mind.
Bedridden with no signs of life,
These sufferers were long thought braindead.
The only question; when to withdraw life support.
But our deepest traces do often linger with immobility.
Our hardly perceptible scintillas send measurable signals.
They offer no bodily changes, no responses to cues.
They never give themselves away in behaviors.
Yet, science now knows them as genuine.
Are these the souls and ghosts felt by our ancestors?
Are these the wraiths and apparitions feared
by so many?
Created from the temporal, assembled from
life, is their structure entirely in the mind?
Maybe part of their energy resides in other realms,
places in and out of which they drift at our death.
Accepted for publication: The Opiate Journal, spring 2023
Peaked out and everything was covered
White—some things totally invisible—visioning
Helpless immobility burdens, once always conquered:-
Background sunlight caste dull-white shadows
Across whiten, once pale green grass groundings;
Where excited dogs have left frozen scented footprints.
Wow, who would have imagined that warm yesterday
Was, as if fall had challenged winter to show her cold face?
Well, weary winter just burst out in all her agonizing beauty!
And now, here we sit in an even more distancing atmosphere
With its own chilling pandemic overtones of melting running water
Wetting wishful dreams frozen into no-show-snow, slippery tomorrow!
she came from the sea
a determined wanderer
he stood on shore
rooted to earth
she washed over him
filled with highs and lows
his legs were thick trees
unmoving, solid
his chest withstood all
remaining staunch and firm
his immobility angered this female
she attacked him with fury
the depths of his understanding
held him emotionally sound
as her torrent broke over him
scattering in fragments at his feet
covered in her muck
he stooped down
lifting the woman safely
above all turbulence
he cleansed them both in ocean waves
carrying her the whole way
when clean
he righted her
stood back
asking if he could do anything else
she asked for forgiveness
turning for home
he caught an arm gently
inviting her to stay
so began the story
of two opposites cleaving
one to the other
night and day, moon and sun
for the rest of their lives
Painting of oblivion
The is uniformly white
A screen depicting nothingness
There is immobility.
Occasionally a red dot appears
When the mas of the void is moved.
Into the form of life
A beast or a human?
The mystery is no one knows
Why does randomness occur
I don't ratify this fake party,
I intend to rid it of failure
to the glory...
I don't approve immobility
of our friendly relationships...
I wish warm beds,
and fire in love...
I don't appreciate life
painted in pictures on the walls,
Desire to paint the story of life...
It's not enough for me to contemplate
beauty sparse...nature dead !
I wish to expose the total beauty
which exists in everything... !
They say -
she's in a better place,
I know it's true
with all God's grace,
those last few years
were ..., well, you know
full of tears
how you suffered so,
never once complaining,
the stroke, the memory loss,
unable to see, the darkness gaining
the immobility, the endless pain,
forgetting me;
God was kind, compassionate,
loving to set you free
calling you home despite my tears
but for myself,
I fear
I miss you every moment,
wish you were here.
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