Long Crystallised Poems

FOUR TENETS OF CREATIVITY


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INTRODUCTION


This short  eBook encompasses my experiences of the creative in both art and poetry in particular.The content of each of the four...

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18.4
“The universe is but a thought in Consciousness
In Reality it is nothing
One who sees the true nature of existence and non-existence 
never ceases to exist”


Contemplation level-1

Is it so? Poof! Gone! A bubble of illusion 
Appearing...

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Of Waters Upon Skin

Tormented nights has become my only source to stay alive
Nights passing without love… without dreams
No more in reality may I find comfort to breathe to survive
With without the curse, I’m only to...

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I remember living in one room dingy and dire 
with old lino on its rotting wooden floor. 
I remember crystallised spit dangling from guard at the fire; 
as mother cleaned, he'd only honk the more....

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1.
the crystallised handkerchief 
of one’s span of life

your handloom-bird brings with its lips 
some musical notation of the nimbus  

holding that waves within the heart 
how much growth does occur 
to the sandal-line of...

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It was a cold morning, but stubborn sunlight shone through dusty blinds on condensated windows. Their crystallised effect shimmered on decaying leaves of a dehydrated indoor plant. By chance, I caught his reflection in the...

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Her persona is like 
a portrait 
   of picturesque perfection,
embalmed in 
  bittersweet lavender, 
unseen within depths 
of tributaries of elixir.
If only they knew 
 the chaos that flows, 
constrained in 
a...

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In a moment, a lapse of anguish
Through the sanded markets that
The mind implored.
Dust coughed up
And crystallised silence;
Each moan and cry
Of every wrapped face
Became a whisper,
As blood might echo an unheard drip
Into a lake of cold...

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"If you're really in love, appearances aren't important. The best house is the one you build in each other's hearts."
Jung Yu jin

Autumn's alliterations amplified an acoustic of death.
Stillness of internal instrumentals silenced my acapella. 
Words like wildflowers...

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The mass production of coal is dead,
Buried infer lamps carried on the head,
Halogen miners sang the unforgiving dirge,
With fragments of flaky particles emerge,
Drilling hammers that smote the ground,
Never again to hear its rumbling sound.
Voices roar...

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Presence gazing outside the bedroom window
Heart outpouring softened attention mellow
Gentle stirrings within, magnetise space
Resonance drawing in divine grace
As enigmatic pull of pristine innocence
Playful intent to simply uninhibitedly dance
Wherein identity recedes in trusting surrender
Beholding both manifestation...

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PARTURATION berthing the inpiration

simultaneous

            visions,

mutli-layered

         inspiration:

innovative

coherence

   now apparent,

broken

syntax

      in...

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I realised today
that haste is the greatest enemy of Truth,
that acting without necessary Cause
is just creating More Noise!

I realised today
that letting something go before it dies away
is just as bad as picking it before it...

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The Angel of Death skims blacker than tar
A skeletal knock overturning a bowl of oats
Smelling of frankincense and ashes
To carry you to a yellow field of wheat 
Where you will dance with radiant light
Haloed and...

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the     melodic chords
     at finger tips   ,  drift
back and forth into a song
     'ere long-
the vivid images
   ...

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Inspired by the Bridal painting of the Empress Elisabeth of the 19th century Austro-Hungarian Empire -

Elegance, strength as elegance,
elegance of spirit personified as if this extraordinary elegance
was born to be, beyond the devestation of mortals,
so...

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ACT 1, SCENE 1
Opening night of a new West End Production called
‘Shakespeare: Ode to a Character’
Curtain rises
Enter BENEDICK (in full costume as Ophelia from Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’)


BENEDICK:
‘An Ode to Ophelia’

I have a heart,
Which is bound in...

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Sometimes, when I gaze at thee
I am confused by what I see
Some kind of dichotomy

Eggs and agates

Protective shell
Fragile
Easily broken
Fluid thoughts and emotions within
Needing warmth and nurture
To spark the life contained
To grow
To fly

Eggs and agates

Hard
Roughened by...

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If I was a maggot
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad Author


If I was a maggot in the UK today!  No doubt I’d have a short life.
If homebred, I meant to say; no doubt I’d...

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someone asked and so we revealed
112 meditations that heart be healed
essentially there are three categories
to these beautiful meditation stories
and as of inclination we can so choose
stillness resonating as of soul’s muse

the first part deals with...

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Time crystallised into every golden grain 
Fine as the flakes off my skin 
For a thousand years void of rain
Rising to Rah with the slope of the dunes

Crocodile tears fill the Nile
For they flourish for...

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Crystallised energy
Emanating from the source
Caged in space & time
As matter coarse

Life as consciousness 
Innate in all manifestation
Gods very presence 
As the throb of sensation

Lifetrons in form spawned
Being breathed by His power
Each destined to ascend
Swathed in...

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 "I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it"
                 ...

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what is that clear knowing
by which everything is known
and please speak not in riddles
or preachings asking us to atone

we dwell in an organic body-mind
as do all other sentient life forms
each consciousness is capsuled
coping with turbid...

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Hovering, eyes so keen they see
the imprint of DNA run through 
its unsuspecting quarry

Muscles ache, the wait unbearable.
Each crystallised moment of time is
a chapter, wrapped around a scented 
taste of cloudless sky

On the ground a...

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