Ethereal vivid imagery
kissed by a subdued light
twinkling colors of nostalgia
lingering faintly
In an infinite time-lapsed dimension
where the onyx of what lures
morphs into mysterious perpetual
unpainted lackadaisical presences
leaving vacant spaces
in a yearning soul
Devoid nothings dancing
swallowing me under
a tucked in sprinkled sky
Obtainable materialization
too bland for fulfillment
Undecided passions and lost hopes
in a hollow twisted barren flesh
placed on the lower side of
a distant slightly pattering pedestal
of something that can only
be described fugitively
Bestowing faint presences
feeling the invisible
mixed in grander punched elusive dreams
A lofty unconscious concept
beyond mortal grasp
The magazine cover page had a picture
Strange,
Out of the norm.
All those expositions of creative writing
are not pure and divine, nor sober as well.
A hypothetical extravaganza of law-breaker laws.
There is no validity of empty or full glass
No chance of any logical input , there.
Breaking that glass introduces the possibility
Ultimate materialization of the ulterior climax
Little to do with a softer pencil mark
No way to erase that either.
Permanent stains, long-lasting, durable.
Sophist hallucination of a strange life
One cannot deny anything through escapism
Thinking aloud, Thinking a lot.
But then, why me?
I am just nobody
With a sky darkened with ages of improbable fall out.
Perhaps, there is not much left
But to be red through emotions,
red like blood. Red, a hot-headed color.
My meager plate gets lost with
innumerable calculations of priorities...
and the room floor with hypothetical extenuations
everything, everywhere.
A series of happenings of world with no far-reaching continuity
A groaning pain of a hopeless night, and a day too.
Thinking aloud, thinking a lot.
INVENTIONS
ARE THE MATERIALIZATION
OF THE IMAGINATION.
IMAGINE...
IF YOU WILL...
A SMARTPHONE
THE SIZE
OF A GRAIN OF RICE.
IMPLANTED
IN YOUR HEAD.
WITH ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE
AND CONNECTIONS
TO SUPER COMPUTER
SATELLITES
ORBITING THE EARTH.
ANSWERING QUESTIONS
FASTER
THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT.
GRAPHENE LENSES
COVERING YOUR EYEBALLS
PROJECTING IMAGES
FOR VISUAL ASSISTANCE
AND FOR THE VISUALLY IMPAIRED.
IMAGINE FREQUENCIES
REVERBERATING
BACK AND FORTH
BETWEEN YOU
AND THE UNIVERSE.
CREATING VISUALS
OF GALAXIES
2.5 MILLION
LIGHT YEARS REMOVED.
IMAGINE...
TRAVELING
TO THE EDGE OF QUASARS.
ADVENTURING
INTO AND THROUGH
BLACK AND WHITE HOLES
WITH OUT FEAR.
EXPLORE DARK MATTER.
EXPERIENCE
THE FRAGRANCE AND TASTE
OF COSMIC DUST.
COMMUNICATE
WITH A DEGENERATE DWARF.
VISIT AND MINGLE
WITH A BROWN DWARF.
UNDERSTAND
HOW AND WHY
THEY ARE CONSIDERED
THE UNDERACHIEVERS
OF THE UNIVERSE.
FEEL THE ENERGY OF
THE UNIVERSE.
EXPLORE THE THEORY
OF MAGNETIC STRUCTURE
OF MATTER.
COMPREHEND AND UNDERSTAND
THE HELICAL SOLAR SYSTEM.
COMPLEMENTS OF YOUR
FUTURE SMARTPHONE.
Michael E. Harris
08162021
COLONIZATION
OF THE IMAGINATION
SPREADING ACROSS
THIS WORLD'S GREAT NATION.
IMAGINE A WORLD
WITHOUT ANY QUESTIONS.
YOU DO AS YOUR TOLD
BECAUSE OF SUGGESTIONS
NO FREEDOM OF THOUGHT
NO RIGHTS TO THINK.
CONTROL OF YOUR MIND
JUST LOST IN A BLINK.
ELIMINATION
OF THE IMAGINATION.
BETTER KNOWN
AS DEHUMANIZATION.
THE STORY OF SOCRATES
HOW HE MET HIS DEMISE.
GLOBALIST TODAY
CLAIM THEY ARE THE WISE.
IMAGINATION,
IS ESSENTIAL,
TO UNLEASH
YOUR FULL POTENTIAL.
PITUITARY GLAND
HOLDS THE KEY.
IF YOU DECIDE
YOU WANT TO BE FREE.
MATERIALIZATION
OF THE IMAGINATION.
WILL PREVENT
ELIMINATION.
LIFE IS THE ENERGY
THAT MAKES US ALIVE.
IT NEVER CEASE TO EXIST
EVEN AFTER DEMISE.
I CONTROL MY THOUGHTS
TILL MY LIFE'S FINAL HOUR.
REGARDLESS OF THOSE
WHO LAY CLAIM TO THE POWER.
Michael E. Harris
08132021
THE ATTRIBUTES,
OF MOTHER NATURE,
EMPHASIZE,
HER NOMENCLATURE.
ATMOSPHERIC,
ROTATING CONDITIONS,
SUPPLY ENDLESS FLURRY
OF POETIC RENDITIONS.
WINTER ,SPRING,
SUMMER AND FALL.
MOTHER NATURE
CREATED THEM ALL.
FASCINATING,
IN DISTINCTIVE WAYS .
DISPLAYING THEIR TALENTS
FOR NINETY ONE DAYS.
SNOW AND ICE,
INTO SUBLIMATION,
MATERIALIZED
HER IMAGINATION.
GRASSES AND PLANTS,
WITH MAGNIFICENT FLOWERS,
SUBCONSCIOUS FRAGRANCE
OF MYSTICAL POWERS.
ALTERATIONS,
FROM SEED TO TREE,
TRANSFORMING ICE
INTO DEEP BLUE SEAS.
DIAMONDS AND MINERALS,
JUST GOES TO SHOW,
SHE HAS A HART,
OF SILVER AND GOLD
VOLCANIC DISPLAY
OF A GOD GIVEN SOUL
BRINGS FORTH THE BEAUTY
OF MOTHER NATURES FIRST GOAL.
Michael E. Harris
08092021
Why should one linger on futile desires
That simply manifests to despondence
Prospects markedly dire by fate's decree
Sans prudence, this foolhardy submission
Afflictions from this overwhelming pain
Of something simply unobtainable
In vain, we seek materialization
Of a fruitful, sustainable, closure
Morbidly, we muse on these reveries
Our inclination for the elusive
Compelling us to never cease belief
Subjecting ourselves to punitive woes
But, our persistence grants us description
For without ambition, we may languish
As I walk upon this road of life…
I desire the path absent from strife…
Free from monetary delusions…
Free from Egocentric energy games of confusion…
Moving from hoping there is greater purpose to existence…
Into knowing the significance of removing resistance…
Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…
Show me my dreams, revealing true desires…
Show me the mystery to ignite the passionate intension fire…
Show me my source of loves purity…
Free from judgments latent with fearful insecurities.
Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…
I am a seed floating among winds of change…
Nurtured by the fertility of divinity…
To flourish is to breathe…
Mind is the soil for my seeds of desire…
My spoken word is the sunlight, the water…
Creating materialization of tangible fruit…
Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…
She said, I was her little angel
But over the years I found
Bloodied halos and swords of fire
I was not, the angel you sent to play savior
The decimation of Sodom, the leveling of Gomorrah
The materialization of artistic achievement
I was created, when God spilled vials of wrath
The bloodied mist from Heaven
Swirling and condensing
I formed, from left over God particles from Satan's chemistry set
I swore, that I would seek justice
But it seemed justice didn't give a damn about me
We fought, for greater goods and lesser evils
Until the evils reckon, leading to my reckoning
I fell, cast from the realms of my creation
Shredded wings sibilant like steam as I plummet
I became, a beautiful beast bound beneath Barzakh
A bloodied bane blessed with the bizarre brilliance
Sight and genius, bringing balance beyond discretion
Angling the scales, shattering the saint of the meek
RULES
In the possibilities that exist in this existence implausible but true confessions
happen out loud sometimes just to confuse and then astound the ewe the
sudden materialization of someone never there the cell phone call is ruled by
rules from Heaven there. In a perfect world no one would talk at all no need to
share the info no need to make the call everyone would know where everyone
was from. Coherent concretion of ideas a story and a line not readily available
not making sense of rhyme. Some people if examined would not pass the
muster of us all but that man eye say that man he needs to be lined up again the
wall and shot shoot him if we mustard gas will get them out please toss it
carefully away into the ditch and let it roll the bread dough boy and fight the
WorldWarThree is coming to a village near you everytime you point a finger at
someone in judgement land you point three back at me the rules.
RULES
Beauty rivals hummingbirds in flight
I’ll say that I’m not
But I think that I might
No, I know that I am
As the beats quicken
I know that I’m smitten
As the sweat drips from my palms
Lips move closer
Heaven in two seconds
A lifetime more when I catch your eyes
The beauty they speak tell no lies
Of feeling materialization
Hearts beating familiar sensations
But not, A mind drifts
From endless useless thoughts
New train of thinking
Few understand the realistic mind
Thinking, line of sight mingling
Physical interest tingling
Wishing for intellectual duets
Singing, souls together dreaming
Bodies together flying
Love apart stronger dying
I pray for her love
Needing is my princess dove
Soft lingering touch
If life gave us the power to wish
I’d want your lips to kiss
I’d ask for your warmth to miss
And the tears that fall
The nights when all I hear is
Nothing when your name I call
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