MUSIC AND THE VISUAL
extraordinary
influence
celebrated
paraphrased
experiments
a discussed
prefaced
leitmotif
illustrative
evocation
translating
literal
juxtaposed
polychrome
conceptions
floating
mirrored
settings
interrupting
transformed
apotheosis
parallelled
as
notional
utterances
seemingly
unbounded
imagined
superiority
extolled
narrative
embodiments
edifying
emotive
discourse
of
intrinsic
harmony
Perché diceva di amarti quando stavamo insieme?
Sta cercando di conquistarti mostrandosi entusiasta
o astuto?trovare scuse per tenerti vicino
o congratularmi con te per ogni tua impresa?
Vuoi stare con lui e andartene?
Tu e lui, insieme
.Sono un folle innamorato, o sto amando
noi due insieme?
Ooh : ooh, je suis amoureux de toi
Ooh, ooh, ne sais-tu pas que c'est vrai ?
Je suis amoureux de toi
C'est quoi, ces histoires comme
quoi toi et moi, on ne s'aime pas ?
C'est pas bien.
C'est ni mignon, ni malin
.Je me suis consacré à toi
J'ai dit que nous resterions ensemble
C'est toi et moi
Toi et moi, ensemble
EUPHORIC EPITHET
disarrayed sands
derive dislodged
from
timeless terrain
settle bemused
on
stratified shelf
of
languid life
disorganized
in
dismantled moments
of
petrified perturbation
trustworthy truth
on
ruffled ripples
of
disordered discontent
oscillates
on
bewildered efflux
of
delinquent dismay
as
metamorphosed elation
reveals tousled
real pretense
of
traumatic transmutation
of
disquiet mind
drowning disheveled
in
distraught nothingness
with
splintered leitmotif
of
embedded emotion
in
sensual sandcastles
on
shriveled shore
of
eroded yearning
where
psyche rises
shape-shifted
to
covert flute
of
passion symphony
plays music
of
ecstatic self
entranced
as
convivial concerto
resonates
the last refrain
of
melodic memory
as
transcendent essence
of
euphoric epithet
CURVED CONTORTION
rainbow
manifestation
of
twisted
fervent
melange
paints
linen
of
frayed
longing
as
sanguinity
sonata
nonsensical
noise
of
soul’s
surreptitious
resonance
within
leitmotif
of
life
in
existential
lattice
distorts
essence
embedded
in
convoluted
conscience
deviant
GERMS OF LIFE
visible
rigidity
petrified
polarity
with
irrevocably
motto
to
dramatise
revolutionise
creative
principles
as
leitmotif
nimbus
surrounding
awareness
in
superficial
impulse
liberating
thought
to
initiate
the
creative
The sparkling dawn serenely veneers
my heart’s horizon with halcyon hues,
spreads the sunburst tinge of timeless charm,
paints a golden garden on my heart’s canvas,
blooming with the lilac luster of my love,
unfurls the facsimile of your floral face.
As the pristine patina of the radiant roses
flushes your cherubic cheeks resplendent,
glittering with seraphic grandeur of shining pearls,
rapture wraps the mesmeric meadow of my mind.
As your cadenced heart pulsates within mine,
in the ether of encompassing euphoria I float.
In the vivacious valley of my verdant heart,
configured by the contours of your charm,
as I carve a conduit of earnest yearning to reach you,
fervent cloud floats away with my captivated craving,
melts in an endless torrent of expired emotion,
you disappear with the waning waves of desire.
Wandering destined in the desiccated wasteland
with the conciliated memory of divested longing,
my teardrops deviate from melancholic course to dry,
silhouetting the leitmotif of our past I need to forget.
When we let our path diverge at love’s blind end,
time would reveal for us the truth it is for the best.
Rainbow rhapsody
morphs into morose mélange
of fractured fervor,
sordid shades of blue
paint linen of love, frayed.
Sanguinity songs turn
into nonsensical noise
echoed by soul, arcane.
Leitmotif of life seen
through indolent cynic lens
of distorted essence,
magnifies manifold
into crooked contortion
of convoluted conscience, aberrant.
The sands of entropy in chaotic times,
settle on the shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments wafting with the dispersed dust,
the truth of belief in turmoil oscillates
in the ruffling surge of mayhem.
In the efflux of errant disarray,
everything changes in nonplussed instants.
The mystifying alchemy of metamorphosis
reveals the real façade of intuition,
reflectively masked.
In the squall of divesting consternation,
the disheveled mind in a state of confusion
splinters the leitmotif of emotions.
The confounded cascade of disquiet
drifts them to the misty oblivion.
Yet, when the palace of sands
on the shore of yearning tumbles down,
the psychic waves of feelings
break with the tune of fading ecstasy,
composing the music for the memory,
partly cloudy.
Delusion comfort and the somn of the routine
Draws sharpness of awareness of yours
Depending on the context of your situation
The habit of the mechanism is tin
That's weird type of force
The conservation
In fact you really don't conserve the monkeys
Maybe you preserve
Linguistics say
Of terminologies the bias of buzzword
The physical the meaning of the word
The real physical the meaning
Hey, look the wordies of the medias of yours
What meaning do conserve you in your writing
In your course
Of the direction
Where is the transformative the point that
Doesn't conserve the suffering and victim
So you may enjoy
Dilemma that of theirs, human's
Of glorifying depths of trauma and the sin
Konserva is in russian language Tin
It's type of package actually the hook
That cannot be unhooked in fact that easy
The real processing is really really hard
But the stupidity and moron fashions of the world
Is easy
We're ceasing bias, lies, desiformation
Specific points, opinions, lifestyles
In these the metrics these are kilometers
In these these measured distance as the miles
The chaotic times shake the sands of disarray,
settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments moving with dispersed dust of perturbation,
the truth of trust oscillates on the ruffled ripples of disorder.
In the bewildered efflux of errant confusion,
everything changes in the cauldron of conundrum.
The mysterious alchemy of mental metamorphosis
reveals the fantasy façade of perplexing transformation.
In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay
my marooned mind is disheveled to a dishabille state,
splinters the secret leitmotif of the embedded emotions,
the confounded cascade of consternation carries them away.
When disparity develops from consuming closeness,
dancing to the music of mystifying maze makes no sense.
At the end of the day our riddled roads diverge disoriented,
I choose within ambiguity the one that takes me away from you.
Our differences are like pieces of puzzle called life,
I drift with no rancor out of the realm of extant enigma.
I won’t explore you if at night you become mystery aurora,
I’d walk on the pathway of my life the way I want, for it’s mine.
You, gorgeous Muse, with velvety skin
The sugary sap of my poetic pen
And the sole labyrinth of my soul
You inspire me and I adore you.
You are my perennial spring smile
The garden of my ethereal flowers
The leitmotif of my dreams in exile
And the fictional oasis of the fall showers.
You are the guardian angel who's never absent
And the devoted hope with multifarious scent
You never say no, no. Oh! Eternal is your beauty.
Woman, Woman, Muse of Saint-Valentine
Your sweet perfume seduces my whole being
And your maternal voice rocks me daily like a baby.
Copyright © January 14,2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
The disordered sands of entropy,
churned by the wheel of chaotic time,
settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments moving with perturbed dispersed dust,
the truth of trust oscillates in tumult
on the ruffling ripples of mayhem.
In the bewildered efflux of errant disarray,
everything rumpled changes in nonplussed instants,
except for the notion of change.
The mystifying alchemy of metamorphosis
reveals the real façade fragile
of the perplexing psychic transformation.
In the baffling squall of divesting dismay,
my mind disheveled in befuddled moments
into a dishabille state of confusion,
splinters the leitmotif of the embedded emotions.
The confounded cascade of consternation
carries them away to the abyss of oblivion.
Yet, when my castle of sand on the shore of yearning
tumbles down in a clutter of dispersed debris,
in its disorientation I discover discombobulated
the emotive flute of dormant feelings,
play the tune of unfazed ecstasy,
making the lucid music of mystique memory.
In the mist of the journey’s penultimate mile,
at the edge of the fading fulcrum of future obscure,
at the door-step of dusk the sunset swansong resonates
for the forlorn essence silhouetted in confounding stillness.
As the twilight time is tinged by the spent sun,
sinking within the strata of the discontent dust,
with the cornucopia of the longing life unlived,
the Rubicon is reached walking the last mile.
The defining moments at the unsupervised stop sign,
design the innate paradigm of emotional epitome.
Awareness assures that the die is not yet cast,
crossing the conscience line would defy self-actualization.
The inner torment driving to self-destruction,
or the enticement of the forbidden fruit,
the sinful exploits activated by the transgression of
the decree of the unseen law maker, the absolute.
Stopping at the sign stimulates the spiritual sensitivity,
ameliorates the pain of existential predicament profound,
saves the psyche from the clasp of soul’s dark night,
unfurling within uncertainty mayhem the divine leitmotif.
The sands of entropy the wheel of chaotic time churns,
settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments moving with the dispersed dust of perturbation,
the truth of trust oscillates on the ruffled ripples of disorder.
In the bewildered efflux of errant disarray,
everything rumpled changes, except for change.
The mystifying alchemy of metamorphosis
reveals the real façade of perplexing transformation.
In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay
my mind is disheveled to a dishabille state,
splinters the leitmotif of the embedded emotions,
confounded cascade of consternation carries them away.
Yet, when my castle of sand on the shore of yearning
tumbles down in a clutter of scattered debris,
in its disorientation I discover the dormant flute of feelings,
play the tune of ecstasy with the music of memory.
Nigh fusions are a happenance
I prefer the stalks shadows of the day
Infinity has a way of peering
tomorrows living for a thrill
Who light the leitmotif
and bonfire my words
Or should I search for an island
to gaze at a cave?
Wherewithals all lustre
scratch holes in my words
A house without a dream
ran naked through the plains
Romeo is lost
Juliet leans closer
Spinoza doffs another theorem
Nature plays trumps
commissions bleed into tweed
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