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Casting a glance past my shoulder as Chopin’s Berceuse opens into the air
light diffuses across the room with its Autumn shadow
beautiful day … beautiful
shimmers, ripples as dry, shallow water with dancing shades of
lilac leaves
shimmering stream of light across a flaxen silk cushion
nothing special, but yes
the glinty lustre lingers here, simple, playful, randomly enticing
My eye to Autumn light is a relationship beyond my strength
and always has been
there, an unaccomplished lilac leaf, predominantly green with a touch of
purplish blush, just flickered down past the window
Magical dance of Autumn’s delight, my delight
the season’s progression to detritus and Winter’s insulation
of wilted lamium, hardened rose-hips, flattened hostas
Blankets of leaves form pools of musty colour across our back garden
(we were all away in different directions this weekend)
and in this span, the paw-paw simply dropped its voluptuous
leaves, leaving them strewn in an organized un-windswept circle
round its barren form
Oh, the motion, waving, blowing, dropping, to barrenness
who designed this beauty?
not I, it is beyond my conception
conceiving barrenness
nature’s movement to senescence
Only she can create such beauty in this strange and entrancing ritual
Autumn’s ebb-and-flow, dappled light, dance of crisp, rufous
leaves, of desiccated, musty, smudged ochre-paper
Little notes tumble through the fresh air and wood-smoke, notes of
truth:
Beauty lives here
Come see and smell and touch
Rusty impregnation of fluttering, flickering light and leaves
preparing for Winter’s sleep and Spring’s release
(October 19, 2009)
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An inner earthquake rattles him again
as the fiery sun dips in the horizon
Can he too, hide his halo as such?
Closing his eyes as he folds in his wings,
wishing he could take it off
He trembles...must he embrace darkness to know of love?
Sun breaks over the mountain range,
her obsidian skin absorbing the light.
If her body is like a canvas of night,
could she reach within herself,
beyond the horns and hooves
and find her own hidden sunrise, deep inside?
The darkness is more reassuring
than he could have ever imagined-
something to truly weigh his goodness against,
in a finely-tuned balancing act.
And as the stars can help guide a lost soul,
he too possesses a true north within.
Oddly enough, she welcomes the radiance,
such a stark contrast to what she has been used to-
rays drip into her like ink diffuses in water,
a momentary burst of chaotic brilliance,
followed by an even stillness.
She cannot escape it, becoming a part of her.
The rooster crows for the third time,
so he opens his eyes to this daybreak,
emerald mountains shimmering in the morning light.
Through abysmal depths, he arises and now realizes
Darkness comes as the light falls, it is inevitable...
yet Light also takes over that darkness.
With the thickening dusk,
clouds turn into amethyst ribbons.
The day's warmth thawed a part of her
that was kept frozen and dead for eons.
Now, she would do everything in her power
to keep it pulsing--to keep it alive.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Upon watching them, sheer fascination takes over....
Even though these two are on different paths,
they had both achieved a similar transformation,
as if neither was an agent for one side, or the other.
Not any longer.
And how their auras shone
....in perfect equilibrium.
**082011**
Opposites: angel/daemon; sunrise/sunset :)
A deeper silence diffuses rapidly around Nature waiting
for its awakening, a shine less, discontent and wandering
star gleams with a scarcely light so murky and feeble;
then dissipates itself in the faded, whitish blue; the blinding
sun illuminates the dull, tired, moody moon in slow orbit...
while the big, round sun irradiates it making it less visible:
No curious vagabond questions the wonderous unfolding!
Suddenly the hidden larks begin warbling
their enharmonic notes startle whom is listening;
they are the very first creatures to announce
the hour of awakening that the faithless denounce!
The aromatic breeze, so inebriant, is strong enough
for one to savor the sweetness of their fruits,
and they are free for the eager asker's mouth;
be them weary travelers or steady wanderers!
And as daises and roses are randomly awoken by intense light,
their droopy petals drip with warm dew: were they weeping?
All flowers are greeted with a brilliance so rare and blinding,
then, the drowsy ravens start croaking and engage in flight!
A bright morning isn't too festive without the nearby bells' echo,
it fades out when the speedy train chums to break the harmony;
I recite my morning prayer more ardent in tone, almost a bravado
and it intimidated the wretched fellow cursing God for his infirmity!
Melancholy spreads far and wide conquering the below valley,
the scattered towns appeared even smaller from mount so steep;
the noisy cascade, descending from the rocky boulder, flows quietly:
it forms a wild river bubbling among rocks as it heads for the deep!
In the hour of awakening, sadness pervades over all landscapes;
it's time for rest, for meditation, for prayer, for dreams to awaken;
does anybody like shadows and stare at owls huddled on trees...
hearing their creepy sound that frighten the senses easily shaken?
He loves me utterly and
Embraces me unconditionally.
His tender touch flushes away
All my pains and fears and insecurities.
His smile enlightens the universe within me,
And picks my broken heart from that sad sea
That no one ever longs, we all want to flee.
His Spirit has an amazingly fresh scent,
That diffuses in my soul and makes
Breathing come with a lot of ease.
His eyes are filled with love
That’s oh so great and divine,
And fulfils my deepest longing of
Living a life of definite contentment.
In me he lets hope flow by creating an enjambment
In those life phases that I encounter,
And feel as though living is just blunter.
I look at my dictionary, its great a composition,
Someone inconsiderate can even tear a page,
And I, never even note it’s actually no longer there.
Only on a day of great need
Shall it be that I would have such great resentment!
But then who will I blame?
Ones around us can hurt us sometimes.
People's capabilities I never under look.
Those triggered shots they can fire at us,
Calibrated from rifles and many other guns,
Loaded with bullets that have been coated
With unfair judgement and painful exclusion.
It is even better to have grandeur delusions,
Than to feel like your existence does not exist.
That’s a heavy feeling, and it’s that hard to resist!
My King' words however depart not
From my mind and heart's pages.
Even in powerful life storm surges,
They’re always were my real hope emerges.
I thank Jesus for being my refuge,
In him I know I’m always rescued.
I mean when the tempests of life arise,
My eyes remain glued to the skies,
And my soul anticipates for that noble price,
To see my saviour wholly one day.
After everything has come to pass,
I know all these unnecessary life fuss
Will be no more, I will have that rest,
If with faith I take all now without protest.
Knife of ICE
Bare Naked
It leaves no
Fingerprints
Kills
With
ALIBI
I . C . E.
Information
Communication
& Entertainment
~~~~~~~~~~~
You’re first glued
To a dark screen
Eyeballs trained
Gaslighting brain
Images-Sounds
@24 f/ second
Nerves tune in
To world full of
Make/ Believe
Entertainment
Fruits squeeze
Inside a bottle
Voila- A Drink
Thereafter U
Are Hit by A
Nine-Eleven
Cold knife It
Twirls Sinks
News and
Views and
Advtzmnt
Cuts deep
ICE knife;
Weapon
Invisible
Diffuses
No
trace
Left
Melts
In
Blood
Fatal
Slick
You
Are
Hit
by
I
C
E
Believe whatever is shown on television
For some inexplicable reason Reason !!
Glitzy images news views current affairs
song dance entertainment and of course
Advertisement Can we live without them
Surf channels switch as many as you can
In them a commonality- They are All Sold
Sponsored communication- Commercials
Can not afford to miss a word
Believe in all that is sponsored
You got it right- Advertisement
Give me your time Give me your money
But Most important- Give me your brain
Promise is- you will be thoroughly entertained
.
Look out into the darkness and hear the remnants of cities.
The faint, ghostly echo of music wafting through the air, carried by the smell of cigarette smoke before it grows stale,
that diffuses the light so exquisitely to make you believe, just for a moment, that you are under the blanket of another era of time.
Secure in the notion that this memory has always been so romantic.
That the singers and musicians will always play in perfect syncopation and the ladies will dance with their pearls clacking together and the men cheer and drink to the night.
Drink to the ideals of the Great Gatsby himself. That to be young is never to die and it will not all grow twisted and sour and disappear as suddenly as it was remembered.
Fading back into the pristine dark, the heavy silence that still almost rings with the cacophony of the reckless.
This is not to say that these things are no longer attainable, that nobody clinks drinks any longer or laughs or sings with abandon.
But the hauntings of a time that has already placed its bets and faced its dues plagues those of us who scrutinize too closely the new composition.
Beckoned instead by the tarnished golden hue of smoke diffused haze.
Quick to barter the glint of one grand age for another.
And though one day you may come to lie awake in the ethos of glass and dripping in your absinthe stained velveteen tailcoat,
remember who you are. Remember fondly the absent moments as they flicker like marque bulbs and twisted carnie sounds.
But do not pray to the dead,
the old gods can give you no comfort here.
For you are not where you were before,
and can never truly be again.
Form:
Shivering as I put my hands into my pockets,even with
the thick gloves worn on the hands,it was as if they are
naked.I wonder when I`m going to get use to this weather?.
I`m freezing as I stand beside my friend,watching him putting
on his snow-board.My body is perforated like wire gauze as
cold breeze saunters in and out at will with impunity.My hair
follicles stretched out.Tired of staying in this open `deep freezer`;
so I reach for my whisky and gulp it down like a thirsty Camel from
the Sahara.I wonder,how some people cope?;"different strokes
for different folks";as I gaze at two couples cuddling and moulding
a man with ice,just like the Potter.And two kids skiing beautifully
with tremendous dexterity.
My eyes became clearer as the alcohol diffuses into my blood stream
and warm sensation vibrates through my body.
ice falls from sky
as I watch lovers play--
snow-man stands
The rooms have to be heated,yet some are still trapped and frozen.
This is my second experience,the first time,I did not leave my room
for days,because I came from the tropical rain forest where ice don`t
fall from the sky.Here the whole ground is covered with ice and painted
white,even rivers and streams.But this time around,they did not allow
me to stay in isolation at home.Suddenly,Jane touched me and I jerk
back to the present to partially forget my predicament,and to see
Fred ski-jump and glide with expertise.Winter Olympic medal is
a sure bet for him.
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I was in the inn with the matron having my ration
of palatable onion soup so as to set things in motion,
then came in a fat man with a bad notion,
who opened his mouth to spread wrong information
about the people and state of my nation,
I stretched my arm to hit his jaw at the root,
which I missed and aimed for his knee and foot,
he staggered backward and fell on the tile mat,
knocking off fish tins and a bottle of martini,
whose smell diffuses faster than a fart,
He stood up with a swollen face as if rammed by a ram,
he looked ruffled and said"Oh!,I meant no harm",
his hair unkempt and dusty like someone from the farm,
His crafty nature and wry smile is something to frown at,
I left for the gallery before the exhibition of the art,
The room or hall arrangement has a different format
with the caption 'fat rat and main train' classic art,
This year organization is a departure from the norm,
Then came in a fat man and he said 'my name is Tom',
I stared in amazement,could he be the same man or not?
how can such a man be the organizer? 'what a rot!' ,
I wobbled out in anger with a different notion,
As I dropped the Info-Art Mag into the trash for wrong information.
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Illuminatus
I don't know how a prisoner fits in a cell
how the matrix of justice gives energy
to the inner thoughts using mitochondria
the dentist never seems to smile
the chemist does not like fire wax
and politician does like logic
like the mathematician
I don't know how many planes a pilot flies
over the Atlantic
aligned to the meridian
to the upper half of the hemisphere
at the top..a nipple
it was the hand of the child
and suckling of love
So we meet the lawyer
perusing the journal of a psychiatrist
who argues the existence of psychic energy
yet it seems the mist misses spirituality
and the ghostly scenes are unjust to conformity
so help him God
he has already lost the case
Here I am a feeble poet
playing with mind of logistic
creating planes and vertices
graphs of time in the fourth dimension
I fell in love yesterday but I feel it now
its time against matters
what matters against reality
as I write creativity rules logic
So here I am
applying ohms law on the smartphone
as long as electrons have kinetic energy
concentrated to diffuse for potential difference
it will light
this love that diffuses from this heart
if you re creative..create an electromagnetic spectrum
illuminate love
magnetise the unlike poles
choose the path of least resistance like electricity
and shine the sky
for NASA to study
for you re a universe
science dreams as fiction
©Riddle Code
Up to my face she came.
I knew a storm was brewing.
She pointed an accusing finger in my face,
then took a step back and screamed
a tirade of venomous abuse in my direction.
I smiled as I headed into the kitchen.
I took a slow; deep calming breath,
then sat down at the kitchen table.
She followed me into the kitchen, and unleashed
another tirade of hurtful abuse towards me.
She, the High Priestess, baptised me with her wrath.
I picked up a book from the kitchen table
and read the first page,
silence had now miraculously descended.
I breathed in the unexpected ocean of calmness.
Shaking, she sat down opposite me and snatched
the book out of my hand, then asked me
how could I remain so calm?
I told her I wasn't in a vulnerable place
and was performing a Buddhist Heart meditation.
I was mirroring back at her the opposite energy
that she was directing at me,
I told her it always diffuses any confrontation.
Crying, she apologised and held her trembling hand out to me.
I took her hand in mine and gave her a reassuring look.
We embraced, then headed to the bedroom
in excited relief, to become one flesh.
We washed away the storm a few minutes ago.
Life certainly can be a mysterious and unpredictable
drama filled show.
NB: The title is in honor of my hero, Leonard Cohen.