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She sits composed, not as a woman,
but a lavish landscape of angles and cubes,
a psychological collage of splintered dissonance,
visible in the fractured facade of grief.
The body portioned into pile of unsettling planes,
the face split between the skewed profiles,
the misaligned eyes displaced down,
the limbs contorted into implausible grace.
All depict a geometric frame of emotion,
not a reshuffled shape of reality,
an embodiment of inconsistent identity.
The jade fingernails disrupt the flowing fractured form
with glowing color of concealed liveliness,
or of radiant rebellion, a disguised persistence
that something within her opposes deformed repression.
The facial deformation isn’t just style preference,
etched on unusual emotional visage,
but an artistic assertion of authority.
Yet, with the display of her amazing vivacity
the distortion doesn’t demolish Dora Maar,
but accentuates her charisma.
Inspired by Dora Maar With Green Fingernails by Pablo Picasso
You are the created One who created everything
Who gave us creativity
You are the one who had the date when I would be born
A pin portioned
Just right were I am Now
Wow
You did that just for me
You are the one who released unto me thoughts to be
Wisdom instructions and clarity
You did that just for me
To be
All of the time space with me
Instructions read answers fed problems solved they were suppose to be
For me
I tapped in found intimacy
Laid down back sided responsibility
Favor fixed the game blue streak
Peeked
Before the contact was made
Misbehaved
Had times of insecurities
With thee
Measures the right time to reveal to me
To be
Catching rhythms rehearsed ripples raved risky
Tripped see
Over misunderstanding why things happened to me
Growth see part is a process property
Belong to release
Part of a designated timed prophesy
Who me
Yes greet
Those set aside for my destiny
Set in motion just like me
Grown from a little seed
To be
Proportionally realigned rejected many of times trust me
Now I see
Life matters really matters quickly
To catch up with time thought lost was not time to see
The outcome of a Father's masterpiece!
Nice shoes
and a fancy saddle
a beautiful horse
a gorgeous, gorgeous horse!
Oh to be, love and excepted
a graduier way for me to feel
a gaudy way for self expression
the silk you see is for real
owning and caring for
the whole ordeal
shined my shoes
they shine like polished steel
people of this hemisphere
an earthy more healthy
way to play
to sing from such a position
all can hear what I say
every sorted gesture
ah rhmns for singing
not just any ole way
this one has meaning
Oh til then
on we go
if you need
I'll told you so
aint no love
like you and I
When the world
opened it's eyes
a covering of clouds
in the sky
fruits for us
portioned to be
the offering of
my love for thee
You must think I am crazy
lap steel guitars
string benders
Bassey Grooves
and drums
I The Phoenix
I recall in my youth how the world around me seemed so alive vibrant in color and beauty. As I aged this beauty faded and was replaced with a new world filled with shades of grey. Life rushed by me quickly, I was no longer able to see the beauty around me. The longer I lived in this new world the more my spirit faded.
One day this new world came crashing down around me and I was left alone, abandoned in the streets. Overcome with fear and loathing I wandered aimlessly among the dispirited and walking dead. I survived on the pity and sustenance portioned out to the lost souls.
I found myself pondering my youth as I walked the streets and wondered where that world had gone. My eyes saw things along the sidewalk that inspired my imagination, I kept these as mementos of life lost. These tidbits of refuse I examined and again found vibrant color and beauty. I began to piece these small tokens together and slowly recreated my youthful vision.
Casting aside my thoughts of returning to the life that had drained away my spirit. I became whole again, I now dwell again in those vibrant colors and an abundance of happiness as were in my youth. Society will not number me among it's herded numbers of spiritless victims.
Authors Note:
3 years of homelessness and destitution opened my eyes and reignited my spirit. If you feel you have lost your way, cast off everything and start anew.
In man God created self
To another, He tasked to share
Fellowships created to bind
Diverse yet the same He makes
To care for man, God is loved
Men daily assembled in God’s name
Denied God’s in dramatic manipulations
Orderly assembled for a rich harvest
Fatter pockets purchase God quicker
Rules upturned for the benefit of man
Men unyielding in the challenge of God
Street rules adopted on the altar of God
For the master, not even a mule to own
Yacht and Private Jets portioned for servants
Further eroding the protective sheets
Not a care about tomorrow’s people
Impunity and mediocrity finally married
Mesmerized commoner in doubt of self
Money overtakes God in His holy alter
The soul has a choice after but hide
The Nap Master
HAIL the astral world of utterance,
one befalls to eavesdrop whisperings of their sweet nothings,
breathlessly whisking up a spell of portioned scents that, nay,
spilled china of eddied creamed joys and demitasse gooey treats,
BEHOLD the phoenix rises to a full exalting measure,
neath a lunar ecliptic mystic hypnotic apathy,
upon a peacock's crown whose spread out azure-chartreuse wings,
adorns unsnared midst manes of an unbridled vehement trot,
ONWARD it leaped a skipped array of a vivid rainbow's path,
of free glides during its phases of warm air in a chilled sky,
as it spread o'er vast terrains of dale and vale of culled greens,
tethered to tawny treasures of teemed lives infinite mirth wants,
BEHEST of Cherubs advent of endless stars braving her crown,
on their sailed galleons of whimsical twinkling vigilance,
seducing a flock of blithe bleating lambs a respectful ride,
on fluffed souls, nursing meek minions to ripple a fair surge,
CHANNELS a righteous domain free of a distant storm,
pushed by the lashes of sunbeams citrus lemony whips,
that ade stirred mouth fulls of dryness seeking quenching,
gouging the top echelon of expecting lips full measure,
ADHERED to heart pulsates that steady the gauge of innocence,
unique mild credulity cushioned amongst penitent palms,
and tinseled charm of enamored superheroes noble acts,
save the divine a full accounting listing each wonder,
CLUSTERS of mirrors enlightened volumes of a sojourned quest
of luminous unconsciousness prominent in such a phase,
the inner realm expanse that dwells in hallowed gifted slumber,
all grouped banking muses within the treasury of their mind,
ALL delicately locked by the key master . . .
. . . their fortuitous magnitude of eyelids.
2020 February 05
The Master left to go away,
But, being wise and just,
He first called forth three servants and
Placed Talents in their trust.
According to their proven skills
He portioned out their share:
Five to the first, the second two
One to the last man there.
And once the Master went away
The man he gave the five
Invested what he had been lent
And made his Talents thrive.
The man who had been given two
Worked hard to earn yet more,
But he who had been given one
Hid his beneath the floor.
After a time the Master came
Returning from his task
And bid his servants come to Him
With but one thing to ask.
"With what I had entrusted you
Now give me your account."
The man to whom was given five
Had doubled his amount.
In turn, the man He'd given two
Had turned them into four.
The Master said, "Well done my sons,
Now I will give you more."
The last whose Talent had been hid
Rushed forth to plead his case.
"I have protected what you gave
Within a secret place."
The Master, disapproving, looked
Upon his share returned.
"What good can hidden Talents do?
They yield no profit earned."
That Talent then He gave to he
Whose faithfulness was proved,
And from the man who had but one
His little was removed.
The moral of this story then
If you have ears to hear
Is we are given portions of
Which we are overseer.
Don't let your talents waste unknown
Whether they're small or great.
Whatever talents you possess
Should even more create.
9.16.18
Contest: Parable of the Talents
whats the duration of love
when do the introductions began
are those in the background
sought for their ability to soothout the foreground
causing the total package
to have full richness, savored and sweetened
by the perfection of singer and proper lyric.
are the tones evenly portioned.
do they compliment the sound.
bassy rich tones, and rich edgey treble
are the lectric bass and treble tones
in full compliment of the orchestra
and are the sounds of each section highlighted
in a harmonic smoothness that
is put together to inspire
others to love and like
the complete image.
worded to have meaning.
music is right in all-times
lyrics have the same meaning from
period to period.
great the mention,
pay attention
somebody else loves
listening
to this song with you
the right time and the right detail.
soothed out ready for love
KEEPING ME IN LOVE WITH written by the Composer..../ sung by the Singer..../ Music written, scored, and arranged by.. Won Heck of a Guy
he also contracted the string , horns andpersuscain, he allowed
Whatchamacall-it to arrange and contract the woodwinds. Executive Producer
Fill-in The Name
from Ya'll Bouis Music.
Let's Be Franc donated to the sweet richness of the background singers.
Intro piano six chords from
Piano concerto Sixty-nine. "Rupt-Da-Flow" got busy with the newness and enginering.
Ya'll Bouis..Liked my Sound : loves my sound? punk what-cha gone do-about dat? Anyway we got something Specail For Ya!
Gul-Haubouis, she reed-member just how I like it.
real pretty Tulieps
put them right were folk can look at them!
She sits composed, not as a woman,
but a lavish landscape of angles and cubes,
a psychic collage of splintered dissonance,
framed in fractured facade of anguish.
The body portioned into pile of unsettling planes,
the face split between skewed profiles,
the misaligned eyes displaced downward,
the limbs contorted into implausible grace.
All depict the geometry of emotion,
not a reshuffled shape of reality,
an embodiment of inconsistent identity.
The jade fingernails disrupt
the flowing fractured form
with glowing color of concealed liveliness,
or of radiant rebellion, a disguised diligence
that something within her
opposes the distorted repression.
The facial deformation isn’t a style preference,
etched on unusual emotional visage,
but an artistic assertion of authority.
Yet, with the display of her amazing vivacity
defacing doesn’t demolish Dora Maar,
but accentuates her charisma.
Inspired by Dora Maar With Green Fingernails by Pablo Picasso
I’m always so amazed at how much food fits in our fridge
We always get too much to feed one wife, one dog, two kids
Every Christmas it’s such an astounding thing to see
But not quite as astounding as how much food fits in me
I briefly left the table, slung a log upon the fire
When I sat back down I swear my food was piled higher
I still debate how all our plates were portioned evenly
And yet the last to finish always turns out to be me
I’m bloated in the armchair, I couldn’t eat a bean
How was it done that everyone had left their plates so clean
And so I’m stuffed, I’ve had enough, my wife don’t seem to care
She says you gonna have some pudding and I say... Oh yeah!