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Tickling the ivories

In my youth I dreamt of playing the piano
filling the nights with romance and melodies
orchestrating sound and beauty

Reading and interpreting sheet music while
compressing innermost feelings into sequences of notes
translated in the language best understood by the heart

Swirling to the beat of rhythmic grace
rich with aphrodisiac chemistry
intoxicating mesmerizing beguiling

I’ve dreamt so long of pleasuring the night
to charm the moon and stars above
with my hypnotic serenades and symphonies

Context

Encompassing a broad range of technologies
machines to perform what would usually be
the tasks and chores for humans
concepts that form the foundations
that enable assignments and and tasks
to be performed
concepts form the very being of
artificial intelligence and it's various employment
of specific usage
it's premise was to be used as an understudy
to help the thespians study there roles
Prompt desks and musical interludes included
the robots are the intellecail property
the theather and all the actions between
robot and person are filmed and are
the intellectaul property
of the studio
all words in accordance to the theathers scritps
and music. Even the humming and signing
are all the proerty of the studio or theather
rerecodings are forbiddened unless
contracted or allowed.
Scayles and Chords are conducted
Fibonacci sequence and arithmetic sequences
are arrangement of notes in a scale to the
 overall form of a composition
Collaberations between humanoid and person
are contraceed.
Music Generators
Big Roy Versatile 1080

a story of nonsense and freedom

Implications

of no-separation~

a game changer

for no one~

no dimensions

no sequences

"no" is the

the totality

of which there is

no understanding~

a story of

nonsense and

freedom

This turn

My eyes swerved to someone
magnified my attention,
mesmerized in hyponsis,
felt like popping of faries bubbles down my mind,
couple of ladders to my comprehension, 
I'm sliding smooth but hasty, 
like adrenalin,
caught off guard.
Smelting of this cold layers on my motion, 
lays softness to my curiosity 

Thought future was fate determined, 
yet this here shreded my expectations, 
I don't know whether 
I'm falling or drowning,
just can't seem to be landing, 
I'm gobbling on gusts of my breath, 
choking but in looping sequences, 
sudden sinking to my understanding.

Can someone turn off this heat, 
this wave burning and 
pealing only in my presence, 
just way beyond for me to contain.
Wish I could paint this image for the universe eye 
but I'm without paint and brush,
in me is just some catastrophic 
of epic proportions
#Poetic_Ink

ART REP-ART- EE monostich B

  WARHOL studied serigraphic sequences simultaneously

My load burdens me

Trying to keep up but the load keeps me sinking, everyday a new struggle arise, my strength fail to keep up, the demand so high, running out of breath, while on my knees trying to pray.

Dismantling blows, from every direction, all aimed at fracturing my spirit, but still hope in the unknown, comforting my struggle. Snooping around for help, where none avails, my hopeless persuit.

Thought Earth was fun to be but mountains in my way, keep escalating, sometimes light in my tunnel run off with my strength, look for objects to lean on but all I have are these blade shoulders of mine, all as casualties from my survival war.

Trying to nurse my faith, the pressure sitting in so strong, breath in my lungs delapitates, beeping sound of my pulse, waving in dissipating sequences. This coffin I was brought to Earth in and today is not yet the day I give in.

 All I'm is a child of the soil but this soil try all means to consume the last of my least presence, if dust demand me back, never shall my struggle claim this victory

Afro Beats pulse

Afro Beats pulse through my veins/
Deep House vibrations as Dj Vertigo X manipulates the house vinyl/
 The booth is alive/High-end sequences intertwine, complex melodies wrapping around me/
Jazz Hip Hop can you hear it? Waiting for the breakdown/ Do you feel It/
The echoes of Pete Rock and DJ Krush are in the air, a dance house of history, Bling to Swing, a playful soundtrack creaking in my ear/
  Downtempo grooves guide our feet, Drums thumping, bumping/
Upright bass grounding our soul/
Melodic piano loops drifting, Chords and chromatic notes shifting/
Herbie Hancock to D’Angelo, From Prince’s Crown funk to our very own, Soulful loops, Jazzy Keys, Miss Anderson wants to sing if you please/
  Tempos shifting, HI/high/treble/Top/ 85 BPM, 104 BPM, feel that ebb and flow, man, the sumptuously smooth journey unfolds/
Afro Beats and Deep House collide/
listen, baby, I ain’t talkin no playboy jive/

IT IS THE LOST SHOE

Feelings is something 
That is unexpected 
It makes you think
Love is something 
That is felt
It makes you wander
Categories of falling in love,

These are the days
Of revelations 
Count your blessings 
These are the days
Of knowing 
Count your sequences 
It is What it is,

Unconditional love is something 
That is acquired 
Ask yourself
Trust is something 
That is build
Explore yourself
Categories of knowing yourself

RESPECTFUL

It is teachable 
Yet it cannot be found 
The sequences
It is reachable 
Yet it cannot be established 
The formulation
Happiness,

Release those feelings 
As they would not be needed 
It has come
Release that pain
As it would not be endured
It has gone
Freedom,

It is productive 
Yet it cannot be used
The morals
It is constructive 
Yet it cannot be created 
The values
Happiness

The Event Horizon

The event horizon of past
melts with the extant in contrast.
Scenes recalled in vivid hues
meandering in mind’s mews;
significance rearranged
and the sequences now changed.
The event horizon of past
melts with the extant in contrast.

Chapters

  Chapter sequences involving experiences of events
contents of juncture, dwelling places. We'll mention 
Life as Chapters

Venturing to destinations  not farrying one one's 
destiny, Sometimes  one will stumble into an assortment 
of emotions with anxiety of confusion. We'll mention Life as Chapters

Self discipline,  Self love, is eminent,  vital to release one's 
fears. We'll mention Life as Chapters 

Confidence  and Motivation  are friends with a variety of boundaries  marinated with decisions and intuition.  Well 
mention Life as Chapters 

Emotions are comparable to roller-coaster rides peas in a pod lows and highs that fluctuates  moody and sulky oftentimes like see saws. We'll mention Life as Chapters

Magical Waves

Waves
Signposts of division
Obviousness..
Thoughts arising of
Waves not separate..
Larger ocean constructs
Resonating stories
Initiating spiritual paths
Meditations
Sequences for arrival..
Or..this tsunami 
No separation..full stop
And the magical paths 
Thoughts and
Waves...

SEDUCTION

Tease the moment 
Roll that tongue
Feel the sea breeze
Navigate those feelings 
Suck those words
Mesmerize those eyes
Love is in the air,

Is it a romantic gesture?
Is it the one?
Is it the dryness of lips?
Is it love or lust 
Is it real?
Is it the wetness of the mouth 
Am I in love?,

Unleash the passion 
Release those emotions 
Feel your movements
Navigate those sequences 
Suck your pride
Mesmerize yourself 
It is love.

Pearls at Your Feet

I watch pink-blue horizons  

as visions of your face 

fade in the sinking sun  

your footprints linger in the haze.  

 

Reflections of white satin seas 

open and shut walls  

the Elysium of endless dreams  

where shadow and light fall. 

 

Nameless on these pages  

weaving sweet tapestry  

in sonnets, poetic sequences  

as every word comes rapidly.  

 

Secrets of your heart  

Touched by subtle motions  

Rising with a rising star 

At the start of profuse notions.  

 

Gems of topaz 

on your caramel hands  

sun rain angels’ dance 

in a lover’s trance.  

 

Let me play a sonata  

as silver moons glide  

the muse, Hakuna Matata  

you by my side.  

 

Every inch of you is beautiful  

curves, your body petite  

yesterdays were forever few  

I lay pearls at your feet.   

 

I disappear into an ocean of people  

leaving paths of sweet jade  

until we meet again in the regal  

among diamond blue shades.

Butterfly Dance

 I saw truant clouds wading through late evening sky. 
With sunset, they got dyed in varying shades,
Forming into configurations of differing shape and size! 
Giants, mountains and raw bundles of fluffy wool,
To be woven into yet a hundred patterns.

Twilight shadows slowly began to fall,
Like gauzy gossamer webs here and there
Night came stepping down from the heights.
I heard the wind singing through the leaves. 
Their sweet cadence lifted my moods.

From the forest, a nightingale echoed a happy note.
Crickets in chorus chanted in sonorous tones. 
As I looked on, from creamy cotton clouds,
Full moon emerged like a seductive temptress.
What a majestic sight of incomparable beauty!

Stars were seen as silver sequences stitched on,
An unfurling cerulean veil of chiffon silk.
I felt so weightless, being lifted to great heights. 
As I lost myself in the irresistible charm of the night,
A thousand butterflies of joy danced within me.

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