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In this era of experimentation,
unforeseen boulders form
in the road of progress.
Low interest rates
encourage the right hand to invest,
while the left speculates unnoticed.
Governments spend money before the ink dries,
purchasing assets, forcing lines on economic charts,
following virgin protocols.
Skewed markets seem normal,
kurtosis no longer matters
in this 21st century laboratory.
Social scientists join the parade
with shutdown demands
to end a pandemic.
Boulders become barriers,
traffic crawls,
and anxiety replaces speed.
Fuel runs low,
compensated by steep descent
into a mist blocking the destination.
No one knows where this new turnpike,
with untested exits and unmarked lanes goes,
but drivers follow large road signs overhead.
Wisdom
A candle burning in a peaceful and tranquil state,
In its flicker, reflect on past and present, successes and mistakes,
In its glow, absorb the radiations of actions and thoughts,
With it light many candles, share the wisdom in its pure and powerful state.
As a child, I imitated elders,
Parents words of wisdom still dictate my life,
Speak words which does not hurt others,
Appreciate good in others,
Knowledge teaches, Wisdom listens.
Gather some wisdom thru experimentation,
Explore new ideas and bold imaginations,
Help solve past problems, and create new hope for the future,
It is a wisdom gained and never denied.
hello,
i am ready to be seen now
the bush shield is scabbing over
hello,
i am ready to explore now
the implantation fever is breaking
hello,
i am ready for all roads now
the butterflies with upset stomachs are now fully coated
hello,
i am ready to erase all the question marks now
the punctuation pacification has now been adequately bypassed
i am shaking the hand of all with the welcome mat smile
the tour guides of this new chapter threw away my bookmark collection
a gentle breeze blows as i take full responsibility for the previous abstract art i created
now comprehension is like the calming sound of a flowing water from a spring in the country
i skip rocks like a multiple choice inquiry and eagerly await the destination of the reply vie effervescent experimentation
this circle will not be broken this time....because THIS TIME GOD IS FULLY INVOLVED....
When it came to love
I had no real plan
I know I wanted to connect in an intimate way
with experimentation and playfulness
I was short on experience
there was a pandemic
I’d had few ‘at-bats’
that’s a sports metaphor
Much of it seemed surreal and abstract
like we’d entered another realm of everyday places
there was a subtle unpredictability
that was unfiltered, instinctive and unapologetically unhinged
freedom permeated every element
still, our collaboration allowed for honest conversation
I remember asking, “What are we doing?”
Thinking back, It underlined how vastly different our two experiences were
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Songs for this:
Overtime (pt 1) by Mk.gee [E]
Blur by embrs & astralcurrent
ARRAYS
beginning
to
cover
in
arrays
of parallel
unseen energy
flowing
vivid
living
a presence
the weave
of
experimentation
textured
vertical
&horizontal
beauty assimilated
in
dignity
&monumental
yet
solitary
concentration
discernible
&delineated
shadows
assured
&
luminous
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
A hundred years from now
or in the next moment
I will be dead, gone and back.
Not this 'I' with its sticky ego
gumming up the works;
forever tinkering, jury-rigging
a mental machinery
that was always poorly designed.
Most likely, baby me, is already out
of the chimeric soup,
he or she probably
made of spare parts also.
Are we are all variants
created in a biological laboratory
purposely put together flawed,
'try outs' tested
to see what works best?
Constant experimentation is important.
Reincarnation but an instant
then we are out the door once more
clanking around
trying to look normal
but we won't know 'normal'
until we find it.
Pretending can be a bold form of experimentation
and inventiveness. In pretending joy or happiness,
we may discover or enhance our capacity for it.
Harriet Lerner
Lord Leofric: The waging of war is man’s affair
Lady Godiva: Then wage war in your way, M’Lord,
and I’ll wage war in mine
Movie, Lady Godiva of Coventry (1955)
MASQUERADE
Quivers the man traversing the icescape.
Queen dominates the saddle with her eyes.
Size five, bare, narrow feet melt snowy floor.
Masquerade - his wife dreamy in disguise.
Flesh, smooth as ice rink, after zamboni.
Warm hearth behind the seven veils of d’sire.
Godiva tresses descend to her knees.
Bright red lips, parting flames, a flute of fire.
Singes where cherry makes contact...shivers
and moans like Winter Nor’easter through trees.
Memories malleable — tongue to ink.
Lobe, neck, thighs surrender to cold night tease.
Quiet warmth underneath the satin sheets.
His eyes wide open - concedes his defeat.
2/1/2021
Sensual Poetry
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
HMS Line 1 lists icescape as 3 syllables but it is 2
I do not love you
I love possibilities
Ideas
Creativity
Abstracts over absolutes
Exploration
Experimentation
Who we might be
who we could be
theoretically
if certain variables
would happen to be true
If in your presence
I found this veil
obstructing my vision
lifted from my eyes
able to see
colors once again
bold and bright
instead of muted hues
If we were to discover
synchronicity of
our energy in
pursuing our endeavors
If not only my words
but the heart beating
behind them mattered to you
I don’t seek perfection
but maybe you do
Perhaps that’s the problem
I don’t love you
Not yet
so easy to fall, and so hard to break free
somehow as a child I knew
it was as if they knew my name before I had a clue
at 10 reading books about orphans
free from the church
the dignity of evil
nuns silently brought
the battle of addiction began without meaning
images crept into my head at ten
child orphans hooked on opiates
living on the street homeless
but somehow free
my time as a child skipped over
teen experimentation
no social life
and straight into motherhood
the first time I ran from myself
9 months of being a teen
happy, unknowing
thrown straight into postpartum trauma
with a child of an older man
who knew everything
gaslight dreams flickering
fading with every press
morphine drip, and 3 months asleep
surgical birth
I didn't hear her cries
asleep she was taken
my ship was sinking
bonds breaking silence
anger grew like a cancer
hurricane spiraling within
my fist at the end of the funnel
ready to blow
a target in the darkness
floating on hope
circled by the unseen voices
whispering my doom
seven years of a precious life
lost to me
“end it all”
“leave it all behind”
ashamed, grasping at threads
death refused to take me
shouting “fight with patience”
through the thick
the echoes lightyears away from my ears
20 years locked up as grown child
mentally fatigued
10 more years locked up in the standards
of what society calls marriage
an adult thing to do
pleading for help
from grandmother's psychology degree
with the words
“keep your mouth shut for your daughter's sake,
she needs both her parents”
I ran a 2nd time
chained to my abusers
demon bound chasing
with overbearing shouts
30 missed calls in a row
shaming me, nothing was ever the right thing
couldn't have me, so stole all that they could
and the only child I ever held
10 years of tears
angry and depressed
hating every new day
afraid of happiness
dreaming of death
unable to save my child
from barely escaping repeated
suicide attempts
kept away
stayed away
threatened by his constant
demanding
civil servants to tell me
no one could help
without a proper court installed judgment
hellraiser dug the chains in deep
waiting for me to succeed to the pain
that kept my nervous system alight with fire
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5-8-2024 1:11 am
Trial and terror.' What lies endeavour? Glass and steel..Invasive bidily entry so real'
To what portent.? While conjecture and
Invent..Transist a word.' Into a vision so blurred, once radios made.' that tunes could be played ( now there is 5 g ) and
People were subjects we see.' Experimentation was advized many Natiions
Decide..Now digitized id..Oh my not me.)
What if they get a chip? To morph with the
Tech? being shoved down our necks.' Would it be then plain.? That to survive would not be any gain.? As a robot unalive
So better to take (the chop i won't be loosing a lot.' I'd rather
be with God than a
Zombie i think thats going to be my shot.'