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Anyone can write…
and drown in their self-delusions;
from persons into personifications
lists of passions, glorify self's illusions;
down those lists,
most veiled by incomprehension
one's passion is most often expressed
as the byproduct,
of misconstrued personal emotions;
therefore, in these briefs that follow
rest some seeds for those
whose mental fields lay perpetually fallow…
Xenocrates, his gods being unity and duality
i.e. episteme, aisthesis, and doxa
are lost to US,
by rue of epistemonike aisthesis;
Mersenne's numbers,
to Eratosthenes' sieve
Erd?os' factorization,
and Archimedes' constant conceived;
Holy vowels expressions!
Great Gobs of Goose shite, please!
release US from this context,
relieve this tumultuous tease;
probe Bertrand's Postulate,
exposing your thinking's
prime numbers seized;
however shallow, and wordless
your tongue tied thoughts do concede…
so many things are above me,
so many more lay beneath
my scratching, itching, and twitching
these are reminders of my simpleton's grief…
in this fiat before me
on these issues held, and in my beliefs
that my mind is much more
than the street corner tavern's
proverbial hat rack…
now that's a relief!
What is it within US?
that sullen darkness and introversion hides
those snide daily reminders
the eclipse of the sun
and or a debutante's swoon
a cheap parlour tricks wonder
or that pin-striped baboon's face
we each express as we howl at the moon…
Excuse me this meandering
but, it is my gut busting chortle
you now so surely conceive
that this little snippet from our dear William
does so help you believe
that we all live this one time
so as ourselves, do profoundly achieve
what your inquisitive conscience
exposes as your life's
most constant semibreve…
['Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe, of such a thing, as I myself.']
in conclusion of
this bit of confusion
do infuse this allusion
as your daily transfusion
of the smack of illusion
and the sole, blithe, transformational revolution
now necessary for your mindset's
ever changing and ongoing mental de-evolution.
walk inside my mind to a journey deep inside
personifications of laughter filter through the caverns
alone I bask in the vast expanse between that of space and time
there is a river with lava beside its strange presence
dig much deeper then ever before lest I implore another opened door
solitude is among me now with the ever glow of an aura of twilight
giving cadence toward the premonition of branches proceeding outward
come with your hurt come with your need to such a place as these
lucid dreams falling apart at the seams getting down to the very means
The thought of Andy Griffith with Opie so very care free fishing down by the pond
each of us is responsible for our actions we can't blame anyone but ourselves
walk inside my mind once again to when i was ten sitting under the Elm tree gazing to the sky
crafted a fascination of soaring space ships from outer space would invade my place
in good taste I would create those moments of love from god up above
alone again then I stare at the wall but in the back of my mind I heard my conscience call
reach for oblivion if someone gives you the opportunity say yes then learn it later
life is a roller coaster with twists and turns one soul soars the other will burn
best to invest in charity getting knocked down to your knees
apathy comes in a variety inside of me to hide from thee
there is a hero in us all so stand up ten feet tall
choices with voices with moments of solitude
give thanks to the one who sets us all free cause most of life is but a mystery
for what are we willing to achieve mark the one willing to explore awe so much more
a challenge to be free is a question of time remember when you were broke down to your last thin dime...
in time we sall shine brighter then ever before lest of course I implore another door
wax on wax off Mr Miyagi said it best putting Daniel to the test I must confess:
"Better learn balance cause balance is the key" !
Wax on wax off always do your best cause most of life is but a test
yet off the cuff here I send out a cheer to all those who persevered
best to offer positive reinforcement then any negative thoughts
Wax on wax off in the midnight hour have to take a cold shower
we met at a dance from the back of the auditorium alone you were there
caressed your hand with my glove as a maiden flower that you were
crisp clear day until the rain came then she was beside herself
engulfed from the tender memories of when she was but a little child
honey bees with the melting of the blowing of the breeze hearts next to me
she grew sad now that the rain came down with her velvet eyes crying with tears of remorse
hopless said she in her land of make believe filled up her dreams
life is but a mystery draped across the tapestry of sullen apathy
a challenge to be free was a question of time she yawned in disbelief
now filled with sorrow se could help but feel sorrow then the tears flowed again lest i refrain
simple pleasure with simpler times with a plate of chesse a some store bought wine
billows fell beneath the squeeky wheel exposed to the very mere notion of laughter
tears became a mountain filled with pillows of desolation thoughts of her jewelry box
a wooden drawer with socks amids the moth balls for this humble no it all
she is gone now in passing she sometimes comes to me in a dream with beautiful flowers
sweet perfumed personifications laced with white ivory emblems to taunt
then I awake to nothingness keeps me in great suspense until now that I'm old
let the truth be told of decorations in the parlor with grey cat sitting on a wooven mat
for I remember the place and will remember the time I held her in my arms to embrace
Now shallow peaks align the ridge where I treasured a red rose that was plucked a time ago
nestled bellow near the cobblestone a wooden structure with a broken hand let the reader understand...
thoughts of pop rocks with loli pops filter through my fragile egg shelled mind I'm going blind
ave a sip of coffee and give my foot a push,
Remembering simpler times with crazy door bell chimes with nursey rhymes
it has become customary for me to stare at the barren wall with long ago bullet holes to enhance my imaginative thought pattern
braided hair she used to wear with a touch of blush for make up when she was in a rush
yet now I awake to what ?
baby's hair with a womans eyes
can see right past you as I tantalize
the mere notion of a whisper long to filter
shadows block the vortex of her smile
how you have fought so very hard & fierce
my one truest love is gone from here
a challenge to be free is a question of time
my one solution is using my mind
living on the edge and it's going to me head
sitting up at night all alone in bed
following the rainbow to the sky
I see a crystalized vision of you pass me by
one hand to hold a heart will mend
when will we ever live to understand
faces, places & traces
the glue that held inside my mind
my heart permeates a reason for being
perhaps its in the changing of the season
without any viable reason
you seek solace in your dream
a barren hill with a running stream
the conclaves of ivy briars connect along the edges
with lucid dreams of hay coming apart on its display
mark the one willing to explore
an explosion from deeper inside
with illustrative figures with innate pictures ready to hold
many will suffer in silence amidst the violence
there is a part of me that I don't want anyone to see
from deep within is but a mystery
the vivid climax in the dream
the utopian ruler with exploits of murder
search ever deeper
soon you will discover
the vibrations upon a cosmic chatter of what we are after
make me a fire blown up in its fullest of desire
in each of us we soon will discover
a deeper portion of thought brought on by a lover
shelter lies dormant amidst its beckoning plough
rich personifications of illustrative taste makes us meditate
lines being drawn in the sand when will we ever live to understand
the fields are warm for harvest as a cermonial pardon
in vexation we will humbly appeal towards a delegation
others have blackened eyes filled up with stench
there portion of being falls head long in a ditch
some may equate logic for fear yet this time i shed no tear
holding my head up high listening to life's sweet lulabye
I draw daydreams devoid of grammar.
Jumble memories with synonyms.
Cook laughter with adjectives.
Flirt with rhymings.
Drool over oxymorons.
My masterpiece is not just another
crushed paper.
Or left stale at the back of a
hotel bill.
Or a long text message
killed slowly
with backspace.
It is not just another word document
punctured with punctuations,
pathetically clutching the clauses,
with wasted verbs,
privileged by pronouns.
It is a canvas hidden with puzzles,
masking the festering wounds,
concealing a story
written in haste and hurry.
Its my medicine that I can't take
for the disease I can't fake.
Ma says I'm a dreamer.
I smile slyly.
She never know I wrote things for her.
How her fingertips rubbing my scalp,
Stifling my hair
brings calm to my storms.
How her laughter to my lamest jokes
brings rainbow to my colorblind eyes!
They say, writers are over thinkers
who weaves drama
connecting sunsets and deaths.
I say YES!
My naked words
quivered with shame
facing your pointy fingers.
So I dressed them with strike offs,
replacing them with meticulous metaphors.
They were as genuine as my freckles.
Also as shy as my face.
Maybe, that's why I covered them
with my hair of laced lies and butterflies.
So never tell a writer
that her poems are plain!
she's not an upset stomach
that throws up thesaurus.
Never suggest a writer
a new Instagram infected writing style!
She'll take it.
And while you smile
She'll break it.
A writer dance for the tune of phonetics.
Plan a night out with personifications
and never think twice to
break up with your judgements
building up a tall wall of ignorance
which lets in only the legit critics.
A writer stitches gore with similes,
Iron it with ironies,
Wears it with the pretense
of happiness.
But when you say -
"It is beautiful"
and walk away,
You killed her with the blunt blade of cliché!
Form:
lavender sprinkled with spice
a splash on her life through a dream
she sits alone in the couch away holding a brush
mystical montage of angelic forces beckoning her call
deep inside she see the bright sign of amber hue
music devides her soul to evoke what is rational
a splash again this time among a beach
trying to catch that frisbee so out of reach
in her dream put to fancy she radiates a vast tendency
a choice to be known among all that dwells
in life is but a living hell
there is a quaint hobbit little in stature
known to prepare others for the great here after
as she gathers her flight among the rolling hills
looks to the Albatross flying to ever soaring heights of splendor
colorizations of red, green & blue
as a beacon of light to a hurting world in search of love
with a baby's hair and a womans eyes
she exists in the twilight
embarks on another journey throughout a forest
a whole host of creatures as if a late night double feature
there alone in the silence of her room
the smell of ravishing perfume
yet the road is long for Sara in her splendor
one step in this dark enchantment and she is soon touched
by a hand to hold her in the midnight hour
she will soon discover the ever brilliance of a fairy in sullen brevity
Sara smiles on me
filled with sea side beds of majestic encounter
beautiful personifications that will take her farther
the sweet kiss on her neck she must confess
all of life is but a test
within quaint little fixtures her very soul permeates a reason
broadened spectrum of a great design never left behind
she has a significant purpose that some may dismiss it
tastes all of life's melodies starting to spread its disease
yet deep inside she has pains that bind
drifting ever further to the sea of tranquility
a portion of dust whisked in mid air for ever more to share
loving smile with a tender kiss she will forever dismiss
for I exist as a vapor
then I am no more
tranquility with whispers
inside the corridor
instant gratification to some
wonderful personifications
we exist as nomadic herdsmen
drifting away in the desert
Jesus was a sailor when he
set forth on the water
called out to Peter to meet him further
in every circumstance
we shall learn
to take part in the dance
nothing comes by chance
walk with me come take with me
one hand to hold a heart will bleed
many running to & fro
hearts exposed through the duration of time
signs on the wall want you to be sure
not everything is pure
we bask in the vast expanse
between that of space & time
with perilous times ahead
the thought of the walking dead
hiding behind the false garb of compromise
can't we see through those Satanic lies
see more joy from that of a girl and boy
everyone got the latest gadget and toy
news of the street going to start a beat
Drake is going to sing again then Big Pun
a new day has just begun as
Scotty Piipen has long sense been retired
Eminem doing free style taking it to the extreme
Fetty Wap burning up the scene
yet I see more joy in lovers on the beach
trying to catch that frisbee so far out of reach
with a blink of an eye time passes you by
some call it fate with a new Rolex in hand
the factory worker has left unspoken
Trump has left his ivory tower with just a token
billboards post of the latest news
two hundred dollar pair of shoes
satin sheets and love so devine
J. Lo looking nice with her new behind
Beyounce & Jay Z
life can be a big mystery
coming apart at the seams
love is the essence of my existence
learn to shun the resistance
out of every circumstance learn to
take part in the dance
with fly by shootings out in the street
try to greet your neighbor that's so out of reach
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My name
is an inanimate object
whenever I am alone
or when I find myself in a crowd
clueless as to who I am
thus
I remain nameless.
Pronoun's
are not my name
per se
but it identifies me
thus
directly
"Hey you"
or indirectly
"Excuse me please."
Establishing contact
and acknowledgment
in some way, shape, or form
animated both objective phrases
as personifications.
Among familiars
my name exposes me
to my paternal and maternal father's
or my grandfather's
which in turn
goes further back
until recorded history
bear no relevancy.
One can go further back
before writing skills had developed
and before drawing on cave walls
and even further
when sounds and acting out were all they had
facing death all around them
until they gave each object life
by giving it a
name.
i am here to let your words make love to me
i am here to bury my face deep in your poetry
to let your haiku
molest my naked body
shake me like a tree
can you read the want in my hips
for your metaphors and similes?
like an African lion in heat i long your letters
how they hug tightly only to entice my desire.
the child in me wants to explore, journey tender the skin
you wear. so don't leave me to play alone in the sandbox.
let me run the body of your work free.
ingest your verse and also grow wings.
you and i flying as one in a mad fancy.
then maybe send in my bed sheets - both single
with your personifications they'll jump rope
and after exercising go for a cup of hope
at the outdoor cafe where poets mingle
i am only here because your couplets are wooing me.
i want to glide - baby oil - body on body - chummy.
not compete but instead
massage your triolets,
fraternize with your sonnets.
your tanka rocks me
mountains baby smooth to climb
it's quite the challenge
one i'm willing to take on
you're the baby smooth i want
i'll ride your majestic rhymes
dream they'll settle for,
this my smiling core,
stay with me at bedtimes.
you - the poetess that defines my nights
i want you to know i climb every evening
towards the peak where your words spike.
i'll never be the poet you are, but
i have my hands and other parts
that could drive you to ecstasy.
.........you'll see it's my specialty.
01~01~2015
Armand
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: First poem of 2015
out of the vials of the pit of my soul
one may evoke fear or that which hurts you the most
I had fallen asleep after a bitter long day
hadn't had the time to bow the knee to pray
I awoke to a vast land with caverns & blackened stench
in the center of the excursion sat an equestrian horse
filtered through my mind a sparkling array of blissful care
once again a demonic force had sunken its fangs in my flesh
darkened portals of liquefied personifications
viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side
I melted inside once again starring into a vast curtain of extreme
still I had my mind fixed on the equestrian horse wondering why ?
fires of smoke enveloped my fragile egg shelled frame
not getting back to the present world was driving me insane
smoldering duration of piercing eyes watching & gazing
Satan laughing spreads his wings
still the horse what could I do ?
have I bitten off far more then I could chew
eyes with spots having tombstones in their brain
smoldering heat needing to quench my thirst but nothing their
suddenly right before my eyes it appeared the equestrian horse
I got to really see the deep colors of red, black & grey
lifeless embodied structure that brought back youthful sentiments
Sadly I immediately awoke to the sound of a crow
I will forever treasure the memory of my dream
a challenge to be free is a quest of time
sublime, eyes, hands & face
a cause of triumphant discovery from another dimension in time