MOMENTOUS DIMENSIONS-:-
idealistic
concentrated
conclusions
symbolized
sensibility
in a VISUAL CULTURE
essential
generic
culture
sympathetically
treated
in EXPLORATION OF THE IRRATIONAL
metaphysically
experienced
memories
bizarrely
expressed
As if EarthTribe global health
and climate safety
liberally and conservationally
mattered:
Pedagogical Core Needs
Manifest integrity's neuro-sensory systemic
sacred trust potential,
In Living Soil Systems
In Healthy Water Networks
In Optimizing Food/Fuel CoOperative Win/Win Global/Local Economies
WithIn Fresh Clean Liberating Air/Energy
For Conservational Comfortable BodyMind Shelter
MetaPhysically Surviving
And Safe
for EarthTribe Healthy Thriving.
Misty Moist meticulous mermaidens
manipulate manuscript movement
modalities making monumental
meteoric metamacroorgasmic mind music.
Monoku monologues mesmerize male-strom
multiplayer milkshake mitochondrial
metaphysically montaged Mirror Mirror memories.
My my my me mine.
In loving memory the saga goes,
or so they say when feint reminder culls a piercing interlude.
Remnant of an unfinished sentence,
broken shadow haunt awash with grief,
snapshot at the edge of a well.
Parachute of blinding insight on queue or on song,
paper mache angel deep within.
Verses, scrolls, smudges from that pink enamel claw,
whose back fold clip appearance left one reeling,
like some
tree house dweller rattled by a swooping hawk.
Gimlet sipping voyageur
adrift on ice pack yacht,
in need of solace,
yet wishing it to the bottom of his rusty bucket list.
Fragile human being torn apart,
funeral bound,
that once upon a time surreal biker skirting mountains.
A priori stunt man metaphysically divine on rocky ledge,
dare devil prayer when it suits.
Feat performance activist a sleight of hand jester,
yet despite this vapid mask of dumb amnesia,
he wanders blindfold down
an alpine peak while chasing after dim and distant keepsake
Date posted :31st January 2022
my grey cell has no walls
two windows free my mind
eyes unlock prison doors
leaving me unconfined
steel beds on which I’ve laid
have carried me away
independence is solely mine
each solitary day
solitude does not dilute
dark silence is not wasted
I persevere pursuing
freedom I’ve once tasted
leisurely highways are travelled
while passing recorded hours
I privately pursue
assailing ivory towers
I address the silhouettes
society’s sobriety
metaphysically assessing
maliciousness defiantly
freedom is a state of mind
iron bars cannot confine
oppressors may arrest restrain or even blind
independence is solely mine
What are differences
and similarities
between suspicion
and superstition?
One seems rooted in natural
and sinister
causes.
The other in spiritual
and ambiguous
pauses
and becauses.
Although suspicion
could be about grace,
causes of anonymous compassion,
yet of a physical
and natural
curious source--
Probably not metaphysically
spiritually
resourced.
Whether suspicions
and superstitions
are of negative
or positive
or ambiguously unsettled intent,
may have more to do with what we can hold
and invite
with an open hand
and mind
Than what we feel we must grasp
and autonomously own;
extract from living Earth
for mere ego-serving purposes.
What differences
and similarities
co-arise
between anxiety
and anticipation?
What are differences
and similarities
between being a spoke
and becoming an integral part
of a revolutionary wheel
revisioning 20/20 climate climax
An ambiguous
tipping pointed
and yet well-rounded
grounded health legend
for global regenerations
of wealthy superstitions.
To touch
can be to give life.
Michelangelo
To feel
can become receiving life
health
spirited wealth
empowering depth
co-invested width.
To physically touch
can grow toward spiritual
bilateral feelings,
co-passionate
co-empathic
co-operative
co-invested,
ego/eco-logical
viral and metaphysically benign.
To touch fractal DNA/RNA-inspired nature
may also feel seasonally expiring divinity,
ecologically created,
theologically creatured.
To healthy touch
and compassionately feel
can be to give spiritual life
and take away natural death
for embodied now,
from well-minded here.
oh my big cousin
a dusk gaze beamy lashes
a little temper
how foggy you are
forbidden fruits of knowledge
through bathroom keyhole
once she spanked the boy
but punishment was more like
a hidden caress
luckily she died
before I grew up enough
to do stupid things
unfortunately
I still try to look for her
in my foggy hell
*** WRITER'S STATEMENT ***
All of the above is a first-person fantasy. The Freudians and champions of morality have nothing to do here. As Vladimir Nabokov said in one of his interviews: "The author in the process of work never identifies himself with the protagonist..., his character lives a free, independent life; in this life everything is predetermined, and no one can change its measured pace".
Well said, Vladimir. Metaphysically, that goes for all of us too.
21.07.2019
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Through truth conviction is gained.Through grace mercy is obtained.Through creation light and darkness are formed.Through peace,truth,grace,,light ,and darkness evil always comes in to create a storm to make reality a complete and real form. All of these things are done to be a true form,metaphysically,scientifically,done without harm. Judgement is complete,and justice is gained when the one who strive with his maker,maybe to try and return to their maker realizes that the maker,can be a life giver,or a life taker.Is this why some call God "The Creator",and Jesus Christ the Savior?They Labor! Giver,taker,of light,darkness,peace,evil,truth,grace,happiness maker,or peace taker,or evil creator,,love maker,and most truly, judgement partaker,to be a convicted,or exzonerated,as "Creator.
Those chances I take
transfigure my brain
The risk and reward
metaphysically the same
They rush through my spirit
all fear on the run
Transformation now total
—the cost zero-sum
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
The chances I take
transfigure my brain
The harm and the risk
metaphysically the same
They rush through my spirit
all fear on the run
Transformation now total
—the cost zero-sum
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
YOU
Are the wild fire, the candy in a kiss,
Open windows of eyes
Devouring blue liquid sky
Heart in rhythm with Eternity
Every breath cool smoke in a dark morning translucent
A ghost remembering its delicious yesterdays
&
I'm
Questioning if that Angel in my life
Is just as ferociously brilliant as
Those who never wake to something less than
Deep peace and velvet surrounding their lingering
Embracement of God,
Or If
The fuzzy truth just blinds me in my joy.
"Matter can be made, but never erased."
To me that translates my soul forever remains.
Whether my time has ended
or I've finished life's race.
Metaphysically my mind’s memories stay,
those of love, fear, or hate.
Tomorrows occur
the past fades away.
but one's soul and one's mind still live...
....day after day.
Mind shapes ideas in surge of thoughts;
Enter a swirl of virtual stuff;
Touch can endear the urge of plots;
Aptly this world can feel so rough;
Plunge with bold steps with a sure heart;
Hurl into space and frozen time;
Yield to mind map that moments art;
See your own face in haunting chimes;
Indulge that fear that taunts and stares;
Calm motives sum to challenge brew;
Aim seems most clear below bland cares;
Live then outcome that test your cues;
Love has a way to tell on you;
Yes prize foreplay with flavours due.
Leon Enriquez
23 September 2014
Singapore
You are the perfect example of what a man should be
Internally coded with intense sexuality
I don’t think for a minute you want to be just friends
Your subtle gestures are just a mends for your situation
There is a reason you anchor to this crustacean
You listen as if I'm teaching you the bible
And you need my lessons for survival
You perform as if you are my weight hand and foot
You bring me juices whose nectar makes my heart beat like Chinese percussion
I know you probably be thinking, “Im’ma get me some!”
But not because you want to cum into me
Not because you’re not happy at home with wifey
But just because you are anchored by me metaphysically
And besides my poetry you don’t really know ME
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