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In the dark she is waiting, 200 kilos of velvet
separating one world from the other.
It was art to her, she was under no pretence,
she was an instrument, and she made the other instruments merge in a delicious unprecedented harmony.
A poet, a warrior, a lover, a sinner. She has tasted the divine and the melodramatic, to capture moments, photographs, for the use of summoning emotion and reality.
She had been hurt and she had hurt, she had walked towards hell and ran away from heaven. Beginning as a muse and then enslaving the musicians one by one with her whispy and sultry tones.
An electric keyboard breaks the mumbling, vibrato, a pause, a cheer. The drape rises and she peers from the darkness, masked by shadow to the floodlit mass in front.
The drums are brushed gently as the crowd softens to the figure emerging from the dark. Not knowing if they were permitted to break the spell or join it, the crowd pay their respect with silence.
You can almost see the phantoms she has witnessed being beckoned into her. Short linear smoky essences, touching her then being pulled inside. She saunters slowly towards the mic, eyes closed, and with both hands it becomes a sceptre. This will be a heartfelt song again.
She inhales, her belly fills, and she breathes life into the mic. Her tones slice through the thick air, soft yet with such projection and feel. The crowd can not contain themselves and let out a cheer as their eyes fill. She masterfully picks up her bass, as if resurrecting a lost love, and it sings for her.
Her hair is gone now, most of the crowd know why and they want to cry. But she holds them, captivated, and hypnotises a smile into them. They sway to her, some hold their chests as if covering some hole for fear of their hearts falling out.
This will be the last time we will feel her grace. But she will be summoned herself. The band know this. She sits, the treatment has taken it out of her. But her voice never falters. That chair will be kept alongside the drummer that loved her. Her bass will be his kryptonite. But he will keep it close anyway.
The curtain will not fall tonight, it shall remain at half mast. She will bow and we will fall at her mercy one last time. In homage, and respect. She will leave but she will never be forgot. She has trained herself into them, and she will always be singing.
O souls of the Island,
I have silently
heard through
tropical torrents
and surpassed
a million miles
of the milky seas,
away from
mint-marine
silhouettes of my
utopian wonderland,
as strawberry
ripples and
coconut-scented
musings called
upon my
flamboyant spirit,
to explore those
ebony-emeralds
of universe and
envelop my hope in
creamy pink shells.
I have soaked in
sepia impressions,
ebbing as
crepe currents
on splitting shores
and windsurfed
through the
hibiscus rays
of life by forbidding
heartache hymns
of yesteryears,
from lurking in
jewelled hours
of today
and built a
kryptonite kayak
to sail in the
turquoise times
of tomorrow.
For, now I know
that the
opalescent ocean
has chosen me,
to return the
riveting spirit
of sage-rufescent
rivulets back to
the 'Heart of
Humanity's Cosmos',
shaped in
soft serenades
of seraphim.
When the
whispers of a
mauve french-rose,
blooming within,
will uncurl their
farthest wish
in silken twinkles,
my eyes will always
remember these
watercolor heights
splashing crayon dusks
and revealing
silver moon truths,
for there's more
beyond the
neon networks
of syzygy pearl skies
and chestnut reefs,
yearning to be
cherished by the
blonde alchemy of love.
So, I abandon
those sooty
regrets that snorkel
with their fragile fins in
kohl-lily gulfs
and observe these
constellations
of intuitions, formed
by the star-kissed
manta rays and
sketch sagacious
saudades laced
with hope, as a
halo around the
lilac Pole Star.
In this mortal
seascape of
the seventh heaven,
every orphan
of darkness
shimmers as
the beacon
of lustrous
sugar-scintilla that
shapes this world,
in ivory-smitten
spheres of
magically
diaphanous helix,
waltzing in whispers
of wind and water.
Every lava-skinned,
feminine flame
of doleful daffodils
was once a glittered
cherry-red gardenia,
laced with
cardinal buds,
who nurtured
velvet seeds
in the womb of
celeste compassion
and edenic empathy.
And like myself,
every sea-maiden of
sequined lush ruminations,
crowned with
purple plumerias,
is a whimsical wayfinder,
wishing for ~
white bells of serenity
and blue-star petals of peace.
"Super Hero"
Krypto Knighted
Disrobed Le Penseur
contemplates strength
a royal monk disrobing within
Rodin begins to think
new dreams dialled in
naked vulnerability begins
hiding behind dark angel wings
pinned between the box-cadged
dimensions of a glass onion
black crows waiting along the ley lines lead,
super natural morsel fed
dark nights fly into unhooded blinding daze
towards the gauntlet
landing tethered and tamed
temperated, nixed and disarmed
Hawk of the Lure,
long winged
creance held
in the grey rock silence
evaluated
hard-penned
full-summed
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Super Hero” / Johnny Hollow
https://youtu.be/JGkC-8Qu0JM
“Land of the lost and sedated
Will someone come,
Save us from,
This storyline of mass destruction
Will they stay,
When they see,
What we have done
just to be free…”
Crypto/Krypto, meanings
https://www.thefreedictionary.com/krypto-
Glossary of Falconry Terms:
https://sora.unm.edu/sites/default/files/journals/jrr/v003n03/p00058-p00067.pdf
"Super Hero", Johnny Hollow / LYRICS
https://genius.com/Johnny-hollow-superhero-lyrics
Kryptonite
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kryptonite
"full-summed" / refer, Glossary of Falconry Terms.
Le Penseur.
The Thinker was initially named The Poet (French: Le Poète), and was part of a large commission begun in 1880 for a doorway surround called The Gates of Hell. Rodin based this on The Divine Comedy of Dante Alighieri, and most of the figures in the work represented the main characters in the poem with The Thinker at the center of the composition over the doorway and somewhat larger than most of the other figures. Some critics believe that it was originally intended to depict Dante at the gates of Hell, pondering his great poem. Other critics reject that theory, pointing out that the figure is naked while Dante is fully clothed throughout his poem, and that the sculpture's physique does not correspond to Dante's effete figure. The sculpture is nude, as Rodin wanted a heroic figure in the tradition of Michelangelo, to represent intellect as well as poetry.
Falconry:
"So What Exactly is Falconry?"
http://www.pfht.org/falconry/
The azure ocean, home to the embedded enormous incomprehensible riches of mysteries and riddles,
More than the Mars, lies unfathomed, underneath the conundrum of oceanic colossal rhythms.
From the The Milky Sea Phenomenon, a sight captured as bioluminescence illusion,
The Purple Orb of the ocean floor of California and the Baltic Sea’s anomalous puzzles,
Like the alien spaceship put foot on the colossal quagmires of oceanic chasm!
When the underwater volcanoes erupt to perplex beyond imagination in huddle,
To probe and discern those gems of oyster shell’s luminous pearls dazzles,
Deep beneath sleeping peacefully in the ocean’s cradle!
The fatal enigma of the unplumbed immensely profound oceanic mysteries will never dwindle.
The more one plunges to pierce in deep muse its vastness engulfs to diddle!
The superficial waves in corrugation, are mere widening its hitherto horizontal hurdles.
The bizarre sounds emanating from beneath are like giant icebergs scraping the oceanic floor in madly rhythm!
The obscure oceanic realms, its myriads mystical appearances remains timeless, fancy of millions!
Eras and eras pass, the mythical mermaid’s riddle are yet to resolve,
As centuries pass, may replete with the witness of numerous human civilizations!
Like the Atlantis of Japan, from time immemorial, the oceans are abodes of colossal confusions.
The voyages disappear in the Mystic Triangle, who knows what lies beneath the mythical abstractions?
The twirling sounds of infinite ocean swirling in the sea shells are quite captivating, attract admirers attractions;
The archipelago one after the other vanished without the trace, as in Marina Trench’s aberrations;
As if the Phantom Islet of Bermeja, in its murky abyssal cradle’s magnetic composition.
The Crop Circles discovered beneath its bosom as if the signage of other world’s manifestations;
The oceanic phenomenon of green flashes meets the red tides, reveals your magnificent disposition.
Wants to plunge, swim like a mermaid in your mystical cerulean temporal lilting motion;
Oh, the oceanic conundrum more we try to fathom, the more we entangle in your cryptic chasm!
© Silpika Kalita
Not so long but long ago a hurricane inside my soul and I cant explain.
Years of emptiness have flown by
All the pain and heartbreak gone
the caving felt like home
Emotions gone; I felt none
I thought I were to be numb for good
For when a gleam of brown warm eyes passed my sight
As I were dancing on the edge of a really high cliff as if I deeply long for something that’s right infront of
Me, I knew they would become something so meaningful the moment I looked in to them
I fell for those eyes slowly just like im falling asleep slowly but all at once.
Like a wave of emotions washed me over to a shore where the sun shined
Behind the bright rays of light laid the thunder of fear; the fear of not knowing
I pray for if its meant to be and for the sake of good that you stay
And if not for the wave to wash over you
But there we landed on that shore together. You burned my ignorance away and brought out the best
version of my self, for you saw colors in me I never knew existed .
I feel the need of you, the need to know that when I look away that same wave wont wash you away
from that same shore; that youll be walking behind me, that you’re willing and ready to
give in; that youll withstand the heavy winds. Ill give in and ill give you all if only you trust me enough to
do the same; write your name across my heart write your name over every part
And not run away behind your barriers. Forgive me god for I have sinned but I think im falling
In to a pool of emotions that im drowning in, those eyes bring me calmness, your sweet scent
Stained on my shirt, your voice so nice to hear so pleasant to the ear for I feel safe. It’s a game of fire
maybe if I flee too far I Might Get lost in those flames but I need to know that youll light up with me for
when I do; That the next wave and wont wash you and those flames along; all the darkness wont
consume that once bright cave. I need to know youll have your hand in mine and your soul wrapped in
mine. Love is the most I could give to you if you allow me and allow yourself to do so. Ill be your
kryptonite, we’ll take a trip tonight to a luxury of possibilities. For so long I forgot to breathe, for so long I
could breathe again.
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I cannot put into words how I really feel.
How delightful my life have been with you.
A connection so deep even reality seems to fade away in our denial of individuality.
I am hopeful to be trapped, on a deserted island or even the worst of places, with you.
My heaven.
The only beauty that transcend in a terrible world of endless dissolution.
I tend to disappear in your eyes.
So open, bearing, yet full of mystery.
Such a hypnotizing gaze in your train of thoughts as I fall deep through the hazel scenery.
And your smile, oh how it radiates only to reflect upon my face almost instantly.
The wrinkles on the edge of your cheeks, evidence of the endless smiles and laughter you present to the world.
I get hopeless with every touch knowing instantly how your skin longed for mine. How our hands wet, forever excited to hold and keep in grasp.
How your lips invites in soft supple movements while your kisses so subtly digging, planted deep within my essence.
The smell of your hair trickling slowly into my nostril sending shivers down my spine. So potent in flavour and haunting in dreams.
So full and black with streaks of brown and gold.
It lingers ever so softly in the wind floating about like a stream of clouds wandering away in an ever changing cycle of endless awe.
You speak with such grace.
Like wind blowing across the fields.
An invisible beauty that allowed blades of grass to gently dance to a hypnotising sway which shows the true meaning of it mover.
The true music of nature.
Hair tucked neatly behind your ears with a swift gesture of your hand.
Showing the kryptonite to urges I cannot keep imprisoned.
Such silky skin which meanders down from your neck to your shoulder, eversoft and comfortable.
A tender touch of her skin, smooth as an infant, freezes me into place.
My heart now fighting cacoethes to face it's eternity.
Beauty that transcend like sun beams cutting into clouds over the sea.
How I long for this every moment of my being and yet never enough to satisfy my hunger to hold and caress you.
To gently kiss and inhaled you.
Forever my longing to be close and with open arms you received me.
Form:
The graveyard was melting.
in the shadows of nightfall.
Darkness and death
are my fear my kryptonite.
Yet I walked into the iron gate
creaking like old bones.
I needed to find you
I know you lived here now.
I could feel our friendship still calling me?
In all the darkness I saw a light
a small flickering flame.
It was on your headstone.
I knew it was yours.
Your mother had lit a candle for you today.
I knelt down and kissed the granite
with your name?
Not in prayer
it was too late for that.
Only whispering “Hello my old friend”
quietly so no other ghost can hear me?
I tossed on a playlist from the old days.
And sat down for a chat like always.
Remember we were almost thirteen
We got detention for refusing to
Stop wearing black everything.
and wearing black lipstick?
We knew were special then
more than girlfriends
More than sisters
we were us forever.
We learned how to drink cheap wine.
Get drunk together and get over hangover.
You taught me to smoke
until I was green and sick.
Remember college we got out of that boring
Home town with a single traffic light.
We danced partied and learned sex?
Experimented with drugs it was crazy
I don’t know how we survived.
You were filled with hidden sickness
I was to the brim crazy.
But we did.
at twenty two we got better?
You moved away and I went home.
I heard you married a woman.
Why did you never tell me you were gay?
I would have married you in a heartbeat.
I called you to get together for a reunion.
Bring your wife I said?
But you were already
starting to leave this world.
I met a friend in coffee shop the other day.
She told me you were gone
I asked gone where?
She looked at the floor just GONE.
So here I am sweetie
Do you remember anything that day?
Except the sudden chest pain
The lack of oxygen.
Did you remember me?
That’s when my tears came
Wetting the granite stone.
You know I always have loved you.
And it’s just not the same in crazyville
without you.
As if in answer to me
The moon peeped from behind a cloud.
And shone onto us in a beam.
I kissed her farewell
And walked away into the darkness.
Between God and the human race
is space. Oh,what brought us to this place?
I mean, He fashioned us to be near to Him,
to be His dearest friend, but a foreigner
entered in...... prominant and dominant,
that beguiling seductress........ sin.
Oh, that is something God simply can't stand....
like kryptonite to Superman.
Now, God of this universe, with you I must converse.
I abhor the thought of being eternally banned
from your glorious paradise. There must be a master
plan to make things forever right again. Lord God,
may I ask of you, is there anything I can do? For I so
much long to stay close to you.
I mean, I know this is not part of the original design.
But must I resign myself to the fact that nothing can
be done..... that sin has actually won? Oh.... no
that is like a dagger to my heart... a paralyzing thought.
Please tell me it doesn't end like this.... no ultimate
utopia.... no heavenly bliss.What would this life then
be about? What purpose would I serve on this earth...
you who gave me birth?
All would be superficial... chasing after the sun..... no fun
just monotonous work to be done, day after tedious day.
No real worthwhile goal in mind, it wouldn't even matter
how I spent my time.But certainly you created me for so
much more. Please open a door. Even though I may be
drowning in my sin, will you find it within, to somehow,
like a lifeguard,rescue me from the undertow......
even drag me safely to your shore.
Wake me from this horrific nightmare. Prove to me that
you care enough to help me bridge this huge chasm between us.
You say there is really nothing I can do other than just
to trust that it is already handled... already taken care of.
You say it is all about grace or undeserved love. The gift
of Jesus..... Emmanuel..... a special gift from above.
Oh, so I can only get to you through following Him,
and He's the one who eradicates all of my sin.
You say another name for this man named Jesus
is the Christ and yet another is the Way.Sounds to me
like we should celebrate Him and call it..... Christmas Day.
American cosmonaut
moonwalking
Humanity is tethered to the line,
sweating vacuum fear facing the void
Planet of the apes ...
backwards talking
Silent film projector reel
spinning in reverse ... time capsule re-entry noise
Caveman slug in a spacesuit
retrograde crawling
Mushroom cloud cinematography ...
flashback to the future Stone Age trajectory
And Superman in a Captain America spacesuit
ain’t trying to save no one
The giant red star of Krypton
orbiting Washington
is gonna explode,
sucking the Earth into a black hole
Listen to the Neanderthal war chants
devolving into military gorilla grunts
Toraburu ... Rising sun trouble coming
Hear the nuclear choo-choo,
rich uranium promises ain’t worth nothing
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Trouble means Toraburu,
choo-choo ... choo-choo
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Toraburu,
lost in space translation
Hear the choo-choo,
around the bend coming is nuclear devastation
And Super Tweetman in a Captain America spacesuit
ain’t trying to save no one
The white dwarf star of Krypton
orbiting Washington
is gonna implode,
sucking the Earth into a black hole
Superman can you climb
out of the bottomless black hole?
American cosmonaut
moonwalking ...
backwards talking ...
retrograde crawling
Toraburu ... Rising sun trouble coming
Hear the nuclear choo-choo,
rich uranium promises ain’t worth nothing
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Rubble piles of Toraburu,
choo-choo ... choo-choo
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Toraburu,
trouble for the United Nations
Hear the choo-choo,
around the bend coming is global desolation
Toraburu,
insanity curse is coming soon
Death smoke from the choo-choo,
will blot out the sun and moon
Woe, woe ... woe!
Superman is kryptonite sick
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Captain America is radiation sick
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Trying to figure you out is like living in the Ice Age,
My love for you is like a dream escapade.
Tears dropping are more constant than a Tsunami,
Us together is like a cat and mouse game.
Emotions erupt ten times more than a Volcano spewing out hot lava,
Talking and being around you helps me relax like a hard worker after a long day
dips in the sauna.
Between me staying and trying to leave is like a game of tug of war,
You've got me running around in circles of metaphors.
Thoughts that are in my mind rips and runs around like a savage entering into a
village,
The things that you have said and have done are more exquisite than a spillage.
Trying to put my guard back up is like trying to recharge a dead battery; it is a lost
cause.
Hiding feelings is like hiking through the woods and getting lost.
There are times when you hurt my heart worst than getting hit with a cannon,
and there are other times when you have my head so high in the clouds that I am
avoiding the landing.
Passion and our intimate closeness is like stealing candy from a baby; maybe
I'm a kleptomaniac,
Strong sexual desires towards one another cause me to wonder if I have taken
aphrodisiac.
The history between us and others is like trying to distinguish between the sun
and the universe; it is un comparable.
Boy I am running around in circles of metaphors.
Stars can be seen when I look into your eyes,
The problem is looking away because it feels like my body shuts down and I am
paralyzed.
Getting closer to you might as well be like the Earth revolving around the Sun,
Staying away from you could be compared to a starving person waiting for lunch.
Your smile, laugh, and personality sticks to me like Kryptonite,
Your looks, Your voice, and physique has paved a memory in my life.
What we have has already kindled from a spark into a fire,
Your strong-willed and ambitions to move forward in success has left a
capacious room of desire.
This thing that we have goes back and forth,
But this is our circle of metaphors.
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