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Caught In The Vortex
A vortex of sin and derision tries to capture me in morning
Set in motion by agents, others, not of my frame of mind
Swirling in the evil of their world
There are homes to be built, science and other matters
To occupy my time and to attend to for the future
I refuse to be drawn in to this confusion
There are butterflies and birds with wings to study
Rising with the soft hills to feel first light
The shouting and the screaming breaks the day in two
Diverting instantly my focus on the kinder view
People want me to take a side, any side will do
They swear that their side holds the truth
There are streams with cool clear water drifting from this site
Easy on the mind with curvatures of blue and gray swaying
Tiny rippling waves at play
My tormentors scream cruel words at me
Force me to fight with a vengeance they engineered
For now I concentrate on fields of flowing flowers
A vortex of sin with sinister intent
Will catch up with me and capture me by morning
Where agents put me in a cage for not engaging in their battles
They starve me in the dark. They call me friend.
Light blue sky bathed in sunlight
ultraviolet flirting the deep blue sea
strolling shorelines of lazy beaches
feeling the touch, women lying in bikini.
polka dots, some neon green and orange
criss-cross strings on bare almond skin
ripples of desire towering on high waves
waist poised perfect in bikini paper-thin
absorbing curvatures amidst little shells
on slender thighs, staring eyes freeze
convex sand dunes ignite fun in the sun
with scent of beer in pollen-filled breeze.
Bikini blossoms color the tanned silver beach
two pretty pieces reveal an alluring seduction
A tsunami of pleasure, the teeny weeny dress
In the Eden of apples, it's forbidden temptation.
In the morning a lion rises from its sleep
Concerned by thousand images of restless dreams
It roars in search of his own image as it is seen in a puddle of muddy water
Tirelessly he roams until midday Sun grazes its gracefulness upon his face
He is lost in its beauty
Paralyzed by the chaos of things that burden a day
On a midday Sun a lazy elephant threads upon the Earth with a heavy footsteps
Non-important things become life threatening
He wrinkles his eyes as he has lost sight of wide landscapes
Where is he threading towards?
There is a monkey pulling on his tail, ever restless
In the hot charred earth one can see footsteps that leave no shadow
One big, one small, intertwined
If I does not see carefully
Footsteps seem to lose their differentiation in the infinite footsteps layed upon ground of the Earth
Differentiate! How hollow those footsteps seem
How brittle those shadows must be!
A great bird rises in the dusk and to great heights he flies
Now the footsteps are but paths, and paths are but a curvatures imprinted on landscape
Smiling, he feels the wind in his wings
And he speeds ever closer to the Sun
Free, between Sun and Earth
Everything lost its meaning
What is true in this world?
Milion crystal lights appear in the night sky
Serene, they shower those who are lost
The world is now theirs
Made up of the Sun and the Earth,
Of day and night and things usefull and those not so
A wanderer can find that all the paths are but one path
Repeated endlessly in a Great dance of eternal things
Day, night, night and day
Molecules speeding around a core
As much as light shines around a saint
Night, day, day and night
Space widens and time slows
Now is all-time
Endless in its dance
How far must wanderer wander
And how long must a seeker seek
Is light endless or does darkness devour it in the end?
When you hear no-sound
Hear then how light shines
Lion, elephant, monkey and falcon
They dance their own dance
Day, night, Sun and stars
In a dance of eternal things
Beyond the atmospheric dome blue sky
A red sun punctuates every moment gone
Past cosmic black in dark suspense
Hovers above the marbled cloud of Earth below
When stepping outside for the very first time
Looking up, the sky seems bigger than yesterday
As if it grew up over night by lightning strikes
Morning gathers clarity being viewed in colors
Five thousand balloons drift by in mellow style
Smaller than they were before their flight
To follow outlines of flying objects high
Of yellow helicopters holding patterns fast
Hung like Christmas ornaments
Seen from below they look toy-ish
Against the back drop of gigantic blue
Curvatures of a planet taken by its roundness
Dome rises solid from within the mission path
Inside the limits of imagination voyaging
Vivid to the naked eye surprised at being seen
Palm trees dangling in their greenery
Floating roots in grave danger of being cut
Helicopters know the distance to the nearest star
When close at hand to plants, rotating blades above
Almost afraid to touch
They understand
Long fronds on top, dress in brightness, stand on air
Follow their own gravity, merge with the open sky
Green palms, yellow helicopters, suspend activity
Sway in silence above the fragile calm
post an atom.
we need one.
subversions
differentiations
of Chantal Akerman reading the Ladies Almanac.
grandpa was jewish,
maybe this summer i'll go to Israel
and visit the mother of all mothers.
The trapezoidal parallelogram
the exponential function with a base
which does not equal a.
Curvatures and theorems
calculating the dimensions
of delta and the centroid.
lables + schedules + links + locations +options=
to label a schedule provides a link to a location which has many options.
israeli prime minister of home land secularity.
the pope is new. the pope is old. the pope is apparently the pope.
the pope cares?
the pope does not care?
the pope is the puppet.
the pope is not a puppet.
the puppets laugh.
as the pope popes.
the poor muslim mans.
the poor muslims.
why create so many gods.
say, just for an instant,
that it is just an idea.
an pretty clever idea.
when was the last time you thought of an idea called 'god.'
what was your last idea?
could you map it on the visible spectrum?
so your bifocals could cerebrally focus?
and sync to the mystic monthy surprise called a menses.
the divine comedy.
it is a comedy.
wag the tail of a beloved.
rip the tail of the beloved.
fall into a pit.
come out of the pit.
eat a pit.
choke on a pit.
spit the pit.
the pit grows into more pits.
someone else picks the pit.
eats the pit.
chokes on the pit.
dies of the pit.
[enter hypothetical scene]
squirrel!
Beauty comes on the rolling dunes of Summer
Shore lines stretch out blankets in the sand
Lick the waves of salty oceans rising tides
Stretch their fingers on landscape meanderings
Morning brings sunbeam delight on balance
On blue curvatures of Earth and all her worth
Rainbows bow in anticipation of the day
Pray for children who swim the underseas
When they surface they come up alive
Sea shells don't collect themselves
Light bounces off the forces heard
Found in children voices screaming
Beach balls escape with thunderous kicks
With so much color who could blame them
Is air the guilty party here
More beauty visits in bikini afternoons
Looking towards the sun for guidance
Turning to the moon for confidence
For love, to be arrested by your charms
Majesty is found in heads she turns
Never look away from beauty
God gave us eyes to follow every line
It delights us with a sense of worth
There are more curvatures on Earth
In the eye of the beholder beauty is
Overflowing in their bikinis bare
Women sparkle when they dive
Some come alive with personality
Don't look away now or I will die!
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
From a trillion miles afar -
Your rays penetrate the night
And avail of your delight.
Through the curvatures in space
Where the moments are erased
You forge onward in your course
To the sun and to the earth,
Both a photon and a wave -
Both a master and a slave -
Matter, energy and speed -
Both fulfilment and the need -
Self and space-disturbing force
Charting journey from its source.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Shimmer as you fling ajar
Door between the mind and heart -
Tear the manacles apart -
Make it shatter; make it bleed -
Water flowers; cull the weed;
Burn outside and burn within
Till the mind begins to spin
And avails of Northern Pole
To attain into the soul -
There to manifest as light
And achieve unending might
That can burn, and warm, and heal -
Universal truth reveal -
And allow it to break free
Like volcano in the sea,
There to reach into the clouds
And to exorcise the doubts
Of what's lovely - of what's good -
And what, if it only could -
If it only had the force -
Would make paradise of Earth.
Twinkle, twinkle, little soul,
Be my journey, be my goal
,Be my transcendental truth
And don't fall into misuse
But remain, all woes despite,
To give solace, courage, might -
To inspire the ones beneath
And direct them into bliss:
Burn and shine, and from my mind
Wipe false thoughts that make me blind
And replace myopic eyes
With the true, the good, the wise.
And as you reach in my bone,
Make it shatter like a stone,
Tear it, shake it, mold it, burn
From the sundown till the morn.
In the sky and in the eye
In the place where shadows fly
Disincarnate, free at last -
Free from future, free from past -
And existing anyhow
Living in eternal now:
Through the evening, through the dark,
Like a condor, like a shark,
Like a laughter, like a tear -
Through the moody atmosphere -
Little star! Twinkle and shine!
Burn me, scorn me, and be mine!
Pink vase with no design
Dangling there so blue- c'est la vie
I think somewhere in Center City
Apart from everything hectic
In an apartment rising high skyward
The item lingering on the edge of ledge
Standing tall atop a railing raw
Languishing over the 20th Floor
Or thereabouts and more
The balcony didn't expect such curvatures
Or fragility on a morning broken
The sunlight nodded approval of course
Around bouncing beams above the surface
But nothing could stop a soft breeze from…
Poof!.....And off it went… c'est la vie vase
An alert Frenchman, pastry smile and all
Happened along with nimble fingers
Stretched out, caressing a baguette bread
And Beaujolais 42 in fragile glass
The other hand grabs out with stress
As if to field an errant football pass
And in that chance encounter…Catch!...
Tumbling to concrete boundaries down
Bottle released in a wincing crash
Ground favored his mortal urgency
Pottery saved - c'est la vie, Intact
French man’s head cracked
Let’s say opened, something like an egg
More scrambled than not on concrete
A natural death ensued with the seizure
A passerby, identified as a stranger
Seized the moment in a grab
Lifted vase from the newly deceased and fled
Made off down and dirty
An awaiting ally came conveniently placed
To avoid detection from the law and all
Another fate for vase awaits out there
Less encumbered in a far away land
For dreams of other ledges and escapes
If so inclined as far as we can understand
Irish Equines and Scottish Rubbish
Admiration's and Despondent
days
as sail will say of sewing's
days
antonym was taught with
pleasant pirch
Birch as drawn or Castled wrong
heavenly curvatures
rarely daunt
Playful men aboard, a sea
Days end nights
Arabic keys
Bought, brought at boughe
nestled beside, curries
left favorite
only and when boats as steam
are played fifth
dedicated to orders and the vice of an Admiral's Home
Beauty comes on the rolling waves of salty water
Shore lines lick what they can and leave the sand
Morning brings sunbeam delight on balance
On blue curvatures of Earth and all her lands
Rainbows bow in anticipation of the day
Surfaces pray, become their playground
Light bounces off the forces of gravity
Found in the smile of your love
Beauty looks to the sun for guidance
Turns to the moon for a direction home
For love, to be arrested by your charms
Majesty is found in heads she turns
You can not look away from beauty
Beauty delights us with a sense of worth
In the eye of the beholder there you are
A sparkle, a personality, fashioned from light
Don't look away now or I will die