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He had not dwelt there long,
he was a tenant
a traveler.
The stone walls carried no sound
to the outside,
but on the inside
every movement and whisper
was transmitted and amplified
through a matrix of fluting's,
gullies, pipes, and vents, etched
into the leaden masonry.
His room was a dry-walled cube.
He lived there quietly,
for even the closing of a drawer
or the tinkle of glass upon glass
seemed clamorous. The sounds
magnified.
He had not seen the other rooms,
the other tenants.
He had heard footsteps,
shuffling movements,
groans,
toilets flushing,
close sotto voce conversations
between lips and ears,
doors slamming.
After only days he moved on,
closing the thick front door
softly behind him.
Into the city street he stepped.
No one looked at him,
no one seemed to see him.
Afraid that he was alone in this
unknown world,
he tuned back to the house
but alas
it was no longer there.
Magnanimous Man My Papa – Ha!
Flagrant red hot poker rage
lacerated upon the head of this sole
male offspring, sans he who did
help to sire me, his vitriolic baggage
inflicted like graped shot,
and deployed barrage
also akin to inflicting searing,
menacing, and branding iron wrath
left indelible psychological blockage
insufferable emotional constipation,
wrought wretched state of human bondage
resultant outcome witnessed breakage
of spirit, when hateful scathing verbal damage
invoked, exploded, and bombed mine psyche,
especially during mein late
adolescent, and into latter adult stage,
particularly cuz this anxiety riddled Harris
exhibited no ambition to earn a living wage,
nor maximize on any inherent strengths
thus this then much younger body electric
oscillated with zero voltaic amperage,
which family of origin assemblage
dynamic ratched tension nsync
on par with hotly contesting arbitrage
additionally compounded by
indifference toward parents, a disadvantage
living under their same roof,
mama's and papa's patience
wore thin, second progeny they did disparage
punctuated with ultimatums toward me,
which did nothing to assuage
intolerable passive resistance stance,
thus expletive laced
"midnight lectures" dosage
occurred a bajillion
times per week on average
annihilating my self esteem,
wherein this native son felt
less worthy than bacteriophage
analogous to useless atrophied appendage
yours truly emotional detachment
heck, I may as well have been
ice sill hated in Anchorage,
cuz me negligible care and/or concern
amplified palpable uneasiness, a drainage
in tandem with estrangement fueled umbrage.
I got a curse
A witch appeared
And made me small
When I was wandering
A big ant hauled me
to an ant's colony
A pile of rice, chunks of meats
Tons of sugar pieces and shelves of sweets,
I discerned there
Hoarding their nutritious hay
Working 24/7 a day
They never got tired
Sitting on the back of an ant
I eloped the colony and
Stepped into a garden enchanting
With colorful hues around
Every plants wore a crown
Oh, the divine fragrance, couldn't apprise
Enticed by the orange flowers
I embraced one and slept for hours
Floated in a heavenly dream
When I opened my eyes
I was flying to my surprise
Bewildered me, cried
Realised I was anchored on a butterfly
My euphoria she amplified
Flying along with her, I adored the world
When she met her mate fair
Performed divine dance in the air
And dropped me in the land wild
Exhausted me, slept on a brown wood
Oh ho! It's not a wood but a dry leaf
Which floated when zephyr kissed him
Clutching the leaf's petiole
I was flying like a golden oriole
Until the leaf fell down into a fall
Glided the cascading falls
Like riding on water coaster
I outreached the jubilant river
Flowing along with the river pure
Espied her esteemed generous life
My mental and physical illness got cured
Through the treasured estuary
Mingled with the sea finally
Calm and relaxed my soul was
Pondering the magical ride
Relished on the shore long
Until tugged by a tall tide
Diving deep into the sea
Glimpsed colorful trees
Yes, the coral reefs
Emerged there a mermaid
I was really afraid
But she caressed me gleefully
I started penning verses
About my retained curse
"Is this even a curse" She grinned and disappeared
"Oh! Yes! It's not a curse, a blessing actually"I shouted;
On seeing me relishing the curse, the witch chagrined
Detonated the witch, my positivity
And my curse turned into a blessing already
May 13 2022
RULES OF ART
so painterly
executed
considering
the innovative
&contemporary
in true naturalness
space
of
utmost import
unusually
displayed
outshone by
admiration
unsurpassed
yet
involved
as
aspects
alluding
to
handling of light
sensations viewed
in discovered
differences
admirably
singled out
then
amplified
though
connections
relaxed in
numerous
hypothesis
where
motivations emerge
as notions
surviving
in conceivable phases
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attributes
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
A strange thing happened
when in a sudden spurt of morning sun
I looked fervently at
the slender blade of a wafting grass
sprouting on wayside spring pasture,
it instantly became a surge of beauty
that blew me away
to a new verdant world
I made of you.
From the dancing waves of emotive sea
the penchant surfs of my mind
draped you in aquamarine grace.
Entranced, I had a crush on you
and when you became mine
on enamored petals of blooming love
the patina of passion amplified,
remained untarnished in weathering winds,
even now in our twilight hours.
Written : April 25, 2019
Contest : Strand Pick A, Any Theme, Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
relentlessly flows on linear time
dragging us through enigmatic space
it is a silent yet brutal savagery remorseless
compelling us to trauma bond with pain and disgrace
to make matters worse, we know we are doomed to die
lost in myriad illusions, we seek solace in dreams
but what we cling to, slips through our fingers
as we drift rudderless in thought streams
senses operate in a limited bandwidth
limited too is our feeble, fragmented intellect
we watch helplessly as mind-body slowly decays
so taking control, all thought forms we opt to deselect
sans fragmented thought we discover awareness yet is
amplified and purified in the vibrant void of space
our false self falls away and we cease to sway
doing nothing, we imbibe divine grace
this transmutation is a metamorphosis
a caterpillar shape shifting into a butterfly
as such, how may we describe divine magnetism
unending waves of cascading bliss that makes us sigh
Get ready cause here is the next pontification
In regards to my said, beloved’s infatuation
Hear me thee, here do be, the truth of the situation
Which once was the source of said aggravation
After having arrived at many carnal rotations
Yet to me this was more than just merely fornication
Unless it is just about you and your manipulation
Telling me that there was never a foundation
That it was all about the sexual sensation
Confusing are your words in there translation
They were your words of emotional declaration
Saying, that they are your truthful and honest proclamation
That we were was then had been your chosen words of articulation
Did they not bare as authentic in authentication?
Yet, I would never take advantage of your inebriation
You had already been thru enough of that brutalization
Though we both do know, we do have difficulty in communication
Though to me, it is just temporary blocks of frequency channelization
Amplified by the vodka laced with fruit juice for your gestation
This does be the biggest and truest reason for our causation
And the reason being for my excommunication?
If this does draw me as the fool in this poetic explanation
Then paint me as the man who holds much inner vexation
As we come here now to this thee summation
Because I still feel this be your true vibration
You are truly good enough and worthy enough for a higher lofty elevation
Ah Vegas
You call me now
In ways no longer reserved
For asylum jingles or perverse tours of duty
Those missions have been won
Decorated in myth
Perpetuated by views and cues
As wartorn players revel
In memories
Gaunt from melted time
Quantum distance
And duty laden with mirth-like urgency
Oh Vegas
You're still my girl
Always fond of freedom's sweets
You lavishly pour my way
I still promenade with the throngs
The cousins you deliver upon arrival
All in tandem, synced in mood
Joy tendered from precious metals
Imported by the river's greedy decree
Flowing in by buckets
Trickling out by accidental drops
Leaked from diseased spittoons
I watch this
Through eyes singed by hemlock's past
Through windows sealed by labor's virtue
Balance, I conclude
Has been achieved
As past wickedness
Forced hands
Grips firmly in rhythm
The beat remains yet modulates
To soulful prancing and mitigated madness
Since these glowing tapestries
These ardent vats adorned
By Satan's grotto
No longer sting of zest and legend
Which endure through
Dust, illusion and amplified pride
Meant to inspire the next of kin
The bonus babies
Destined to sketch
The next chapters of glee gone awry.
(6/16/08)
Formidable flourishing fiends...
harangue since landing
yours truly immersed
in a dream-like
fiercesome state of war,
not quite a dream
can be described
as a "hypnagogic state"
while virtually in Singapore,
where Katy Perry
namesake of a lion doth roar
noise amplified courtesy dissonance
while nine inch nails synthesize
scraping across chalk board
evoking discordant soundcloud
foo fighting beastie boys
comprising a quatuor.
Socked away within
cerebral nooks and crannies
house mailer daemons
inconveniencing yours truly
i.e. an Indus das scribe
hub bull mendicant
bullying jimmying,
jump starting, joy riding
junket at breakneck speed
disregarding dangerous signposts
warning reckless (heedless) highjackers
speeding stolen heavily
sedated body (mine)
slap happily, obliviously,
jauntily (devil may
care attitude) careering
across rubble strewn
bombed out stone age terrain
gunning engine like
there's no tomorrow
zipping past crumpled
suspended abridged abutment
jarring sole abducted,
bound and gagged one tramp (me)
hurling over edge of cliff
temporarily free of gravity,
(albeit an infinitesimal eye blink)
between life and death
rapidly descending in accordance
with laws of physics,
when suddenly motion stops
as if thee Earth stood still
freezing all life forms
held as if invisibly tethered,
when ghostly debut appearance
courtesy Rod Serling
rattles of his trademark narration
"...fifth dimension beyond
that which is known to man.
...This is the dimension of imagination."
I resort to aforementioned loose analogy
to approximate mental state of limbo,
asper...this man falling to Earth
minus parachute on par
with crash test dummy
an absent firmament
to feel securely grounded
held stock still,
when moments before plunging
pitched head over heels...
only to find this mortal,
either entering or exiting
somnambulant state
only groggily awaking
out of deep sleep
falling out of bed
singing hup bout poor lovely bones.
Imagine That
The sky turned into a dome of solid quarts
Amplified each day in multicolor beams
With an orange sun that dazzled low
Covered in pink edges looming over
The marbled Earth stopped quick
Gravity stepped in thick with cosmic void
Spinning even faster with the lose of gravity
Back on the globe nature took to growth
Grew jungles hard and wild over bridges
To find buildings on the other side
Once consumed with all their flavors
Nature moved on with roots intact
Images of marmaladed toast
Going over the Cliffs of Moher come through
Change the day from orange to red perfumes
Stretched out over giant submarines
Ships had to leave the oceans along with water
Seas turned into oval crystal stones
Birds began to speak in proper English
With French accents they politely spoke
In that instance feathers drew them up
Wind became like cotton candy strands
With the taste of sand became more or less delicious
Depending on your disposition as a bird when lifted
Children came into existence on their own
For the purpose of inventing combs and brushes
It is important to groom long hair
Scissors will have to wait till later
They created spectacles with deep lenses
To watch the elders in the distance
Some changes can not be predicted
Imagine that
When walking on a land made out of glass