When I lived among you, I too
Used words
Your words.
When I lived among you, I too
Was filled with talk.
The long and short dialogues
Filled
With their little imprecise creatures
Inferior characters,
Manipulable,
Untruthful,
Sometimes out-right deceivers
Now I rely solely on silence
Filled with feeling
Or music filled
With the notes of pictures
“But what is this you write, if not words?”
“It’s a way of reaching you”
Special Words from a Special World
Not uttered from the realm of the present form
Poetic marks, syllables from the soul
God’s messengers from the other side
Sign posts of Mercury
Vestments of angels
Constructed in a more perfect structure
Searching out to you
To pull you in
Into the silent world outside your present heart
And mind closed by sin
Outside of your present reality
Epilogue
Once beyond understanding
Now understood
Without words
In a new sonata form
Transformations
Of opposites
Inversions
Of error
Transmutations into
Silent feeling
Musical song pictures
Containing the structure
Of final LOVE
Within a new sonata form
Rooted in a timeless garden
Of divinity regained
The Crazy Mother Of Invention.
.
The mad inventors
Are locked in they’re garden shed again
Working both day and night
With they’re tiny brains
.
Lightbulb moments
To radially change the world
For the betterment of mankind
And get a footnote in history
Underlined
.
What great mind conceived
Attaching two toilet bowls
Together as one
when one will leave the toilet seat up
When they're done
.
Picnic pants?
A place to put your food in
Yer knickers full of ants
.
What ever will they think of next
Sleeping bags for camels?
Or doggie specs.
.
Peter Dome©2021.
I don't think that god exists,
It is church that persists,
They construct and presuppose,
It is all fallacious, dim prose.
You can’t get away from fable,
It’s inherent to creed and babble,
Relationships are inversions inwards,
It’s all weakness and many cowards.
Look to religious study, athiest,
You’ll achieve inquiry of the scientist,
Create debate, framework, models,
Around historical analysis parallels.
It unfurls itself along the x-axis
with a contained passion, fluctuating
between -1 and 1 like a photon
whose brightness is one of an infinite number
of dimensionless values, coherent, distinguishable,
continuous.
It is counterintuitively optimistic; it insists
that half of a pie should be called pi radians.
It confuses to enlighten; it sends our minds rolling
through loops, performing flips and inversions
until we step backward
and see a straight line.
Sapphire clouds on pink mountains
Sky of lemon
Deeper into the inversions of my mind
Reality is this vivacious hum
Singing the blues
My prayer book of gold
Contemplation....
Eyes watching the moon wane
Waves, lush tides to soothe a soul
Shall I ascend to the next level?
I only stopped to pause and reflect.
I remember sweet silken moments...
The sweetness of succulent wine
I passionately love you.
I believed in you.
It was so unexpected that you would leave.
And then I stayed too long in the valley of sorrow
Wondering what might've been.....
It drove me mad and sad almost to the point of no return.
I shall not carry this sorrow alone
Venus shines through the pines
Illustrated hope hangs on the cypress
Serene swans like cryptic poetry.
Death is not romantic
Life soars above the planets
White lilies sing amidst the fireflies
I have heard the voice of peace
Now the stairs before me beckon me
To climb to the next level where the view
And fragrant red roses will delight my weary soul
You might even be there to dance with me one more time in the mystical mists of eternity.
My fingers grip tightly as I
create inversions and wise archaic diction.
Eager to record more glorious expression
and "wright" more on the canvass of time.
The power of my pen
is my panache and panacea.
My pen is connected to my thought
and words fight for a place upfront.
With eyes closed,
I disobey the rules of grammer.
Ideas form more quickly.
My Pen will last forever.
The power of my pen
is one in a million.
It saw the best in me when everyone else
could only see the worse in me.
My pen gave me wings so I could fly.
All I want is all from you.
It gave me an ink to colour the sky.
All I have is all from you.
I was lost but you find me here
You put me close; end up being near.
Forgive me PEN when I'm weak and lost.
You've being my eyes when I could not see.
Hey!!! ye poets on earth!!!
Don't give up on your pen
cos your pen won't
give up on you.
Symmetrical chords:
Same roots, thirds, augmented fifths...
(Really inversions)
Both hands simultaneously
Depressing white key and black key
Fingertips
Arpeggios plucked string by string
Or six strings together strumming
Fingernails
"Pulling-off" or "hammering-on"
Up the neck for chord inversions
Fingerboards
Shuffling this scope of limited perceptions; their visions..
Crossing her celestial, scintilating skies; deep inside tubular
Chimes lifting amid the breeze to these, tranquil orisons ? Subliminally
Marked emotions rising in state; bay windows dismissing chains; silvertone's rustic tides
Receding, from time's shores before my eyes; portent clarities bearing a Spirits wings
To fly beyound their breakwater whirlpools, vortex designs ? Breathtaking
Inversions encapulating this heart as solipsism flees and the eclipse of but once
Paradoxic's moon, now utters her revelations touchstone moments ? Beckoning myself
Aneath certitudes apex in parallel's reasons; these, realms about love's cloistered heavens
Wherein beauty does, so reside ? Tubular chimes lifting amid the breeze; subliminally marked
Emotions afore bay windows and her silvertones, scintilating skies; bearing, wings to fly....
Beyound His colour splashed canvas of pastels, immortal stardust ? A twenty-first century love song.
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Shuffling this scope of limited perceptions their visions
Crossing the celestials scintilating skies; deep inside tubular
Chimes lifting in the breeze to these tranquil orisons
Subliminally marked emotions rising in state; bay windows dismissing chains....
Silvertones rustic tides, receding from the shores before my eyes
Portent clarities bearing a Spirits wings to fly ~
Beyond the breakwater whirlpools vortex designs!?
Breathtaking inversions encapulating this heart as solipsism flees
And the eclipse of the once paradoxic moon now utters her
Revelations touchstone moments....
Beckoning myself aneath certitudes apex of parallel reasons these
Realms amid the cloistered heavens wherein, beauty does so reside ~
Tubular chimes lifting in the breeze, subliminally marked emotions afore
Bay windows in silvertones scintilating skies; bearing, wings to fly beyond
The colour splashed canvas of pastels immortal, stardust....
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.."?A 21st Century, 'Love Song!'"..
Old man, I resemble you in inversions
With your palace plucked from
A ninth cloud and dragged as
An infant's relentless screech
Crying inevitably for attention
And contributing nothing save slavery
I would dine upon it
How I killed God and pulled the next
Kingdom into palace gates
How envious they would be!
Smuggled into a devil gorge and starving into pieces
It is like lilac, calming but altogether unconvincing
I would fall to my hands and knees
Digging a perplexion of graves within rock bottom
Swallowing the communion wafer of a bullet
My blood, a revolution
And my shattered bones consumed.
rest easy
lost in this maze-
amazed- can't get out.
'help' useless,
can't find their way
in. safety made
by inversions.
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