Upon the gossamer
and zephyr’s swell,
A chrysalis yields
forth its iridescent
grace,
Transcending the
somatic, earthly shell,
To map the ether’s
labyrinthine space.
With membranous
and variegated flight,
It navigates the floral,
sweet parterre,
A momentary splash
of liquid light,
Embellishing the
high, quiescent air.
Through short, ephemeral
and fleeting days,
This lepidopteran beauty
drifts alone,
A kaleidoscope of shifting
brilliant rays,
To human eyes a miracle
unknown.
Then twilight folds its
fragile, painted wing,
A silent, brief, and iridescent
thing.
“as both this form and boundless space cravings of ego negated awake,
vibrant yet nonchalant bliss drenched heart remains elated”
~ Unseeking Seeker
Once stripped of hubris and inhibitions,
our stygian streams will glimmer with light,
releasing us from tethered traditions
to gleam like bright stars each nebulous night.
Vibrant becomes the mind with truths in life,
once uncloaked from sorrow's dark mourning shrouds.
We're fulfilled, no vacant voids, stress or strife.
Blissful beneath skies without nimbus clouds.
Unmasked, we're drawn as a somatic sketch,
and mindful of our spiritual needs.
No motley abstract conceived as a wretch,
our hearts will exult as wheat among weeds.
Once unbound, we'll dance with terpsichore, *
as Aurora applauds our liberty.
*Terpsichore is pronounced. Terp sic o ree'
Greek Muse of lyric poetry and dance,
as a noun it means a series of rhythmical steps
It takes a while,
time gets trapped behind closed doors,
mice need to be nudged into awareness,
whiskers electrified.
A sleeper adjusts its mouth,
for often lips arrive
behind a scream.
The brain is now ready for its screenshot.
The body stretches to a window,
neuronal mice
pull upon somatic ligaments,
yank upon slabs of connective tissue,
slowly reshaping a new reality.
Unfortunately,
you are not exactly transferable,
you can’t get on the same hamster wheel.
A new you must be rehabilitated,
the world also must be trained
to accommodate this au currant -
this avant garde prototype
of an old guy.
and in darkness ~
when the music of
love is muted
her thoughts b u
r s t
into a
constellational
c o l
l i s s
i o n
of confetti tears ~
emanating
esoteric embers
dusted with
c o l l
a p s e d reveries….
as the somatic space
between the stars is
not empty~
never silent,
forever fluorescent
reverberating
in euphonic resonance
there within the
sparks of
electric heartbeats
where promises
f l o a t
like hourglass pearls
you’ll find an
astronomical
abomination~
unfinished
metaphors handwritten
in
moonstone melancholy
like forgotten elegies
to the jasmine skyline~
woven
with radioactive ink
but will the
atomic warmth
of the
bluest flames
from the hypnotic
sea of nothingness
illuminate fervent
f l
a r e
s of soulmates
tangled in
ephemeral effervescence
tied to
clandestine dreams
lost in the luminous
arms of
deceased
desires?
My mind is stripped of crippling inhibitions
It rummages, unfettered with mundane thoughts
delving along beveled edges of a distorted mirror
as though it sees inside my sutured heart
In its scarred reflection is a sanguine painting
An original piece of bloody abstract art
In translucent shadows
shades of red interlace, light and dark
revealing with candid strokes
the sad validities of stresses in life
Paint drips in globules from my brush
bleeding onto a canvas of fleshly white
Emotions revealed with intense veracity
as the aureate sun fades, lost at dusk
I turn away from the glow of moonlight
Emotions unmasked, I've taken a stance
that allows me to paint a somatic portrait
Visions discovered while I sat in a trance...
ochre and crimson oils, sorrow runs black
Bloodletting hues whether in a painting
or in poetic lines of a caged poem, I trusted
would always remain closed... but
the rusted door has been flung wide open
Released is this motley conveyance titled,
"Live, If I Must"
Kingfisher! Sculpturally shaped! Beam with a bold bright beak!
How splendidly your soft-strong somatic symmetry shines!
Awesome is the charm of your topaz eyes and rainbow quill.
Wondrous are your feet, tail, and poised plumage pattern designs.
Symbol of swiftness, prosperity, and agility
Fortune, patience, and abundance abide in your esse
Compassion, courtesy, and creative felicity
With each weather, season, and circumstance, you acquiesce
With paramountcy and persistence, you pitchpole from perch.
Which vaulter in this universe could fulfill such a feat?
Blue and orange! Moving motionless, like a sage, in search
Do you swingeingly oversee the lands-oceans-waves meet?
Infirm in form, you conform to any storm and transform
Is such nature, as though inborn, quilled as a human norm?
Somatic vespers
the rush of time on our hands
blind absyrations
She’s his student, the intensity has scalded the respect
a damsel full of innocence, displays so intrepid
showing red-hot feminity just at the door of adulthood
she rings the bell of his somatic responses
ten times are his racers, steaming up a dangerous urge
winks her beautiful left eye on an elegant visage
then to his delight,
her half-hidden chested treasures dance
the bra is set free for her glands to beg, in whispering soprano
her infantile navel, fertilizes the growth beneath his pant
his will to say no, confusion demotes
she comes closer to infect more in this temptation
her waist is willing, her lips are flushed
he obeys the request to touch
and his trouser get wet but burns
feeling this softness, his resistance is propagandized
she banks on the finality of his abject defeat
he throws her to one side and disappears from her claws.
Once wholly stripped
of its crippling inhibitions
a mind rummages, unfettered
beyond mundane thoughts
delving along beveled edges
of a pensively distorted mirror
as though it sees inside a heart
reflections in purest pigments
the genuine acumen of art
In deep translucent shadows
the artist interlaces light and dark
revealing with candid strokes
the truths and validities of life
Paint drips from his brush
onto a canvas of fleshly white
working with intense veracity
as morning sun becomes moonlight
With passion unmasked
he relies on blind intuition
and paints a somatic portrait
Visions found while in a trance
ochre and indigo, texture in black
bloodletting hues of crimson lust
An abstract of motley conveyance
he titled, "Into Life Man is Thrust"
limbs prostrate and reach —
soul’s somatic form agrees
to remember God
2/9/2018
Drifting in the blue sky
Like a thinking boat on the sea of love
Let my heart find the love-buds.
Let my heart float away wherever it wants.
Being lost in great mirth,
Hot touch and warm flow of life,
The cool body is burnt up now by the heavy hugs.
Let my heart float away wherever it wants.
Let it shed hesitations.
Let it shake the somatic form,
Let the moony night get back warmth.
Let my heart float away wherever it wants.
Let it float let it get
Lost forever in a love-song.
The seven notes are coming from the setting sun.
Let my heart float away wherever it wants.
Hypochondrial Delusion
A mind corrupted canker
Of cystic self failure
Even gastric anorexia
And fluttery throb to alight the fear
An adrenaline generated tachycardia
That matches respiration
And causes hyperventilation
With invasive pacy rhythm
And palpitating violation
To anxious infarction
In schizoid arrest
A hepatic paranoia
of dermal yellow
And lily liver assault
That feeds a life non start
Of malignant low self esteem
A delusional malaise
Of apoplectic panic
And stressful apoplexy
A localized dorsal twinge
To further worry
Lumbar or thoracic or
Renal calculi or a case of
Bulimic nausea and peptic ulcer
To stoke the festering psyche
Of somatic obsession
Embolic anguish that leads to
A hypertensive strain
With muscular tremor and distorted vision
And a full blown occulogyric crisis
Ensued by catatonia
Comatosed by
Psychotic breakdown and
Inactive body systems
A perusal of the medical book
Confirms the diagnosis of
Life threatening
Hypochondria
This is a solid, true, real.
This pain is mine alone.
This pain is my friend by my side.
It hears my wail, my sigh, my groan.
My somatic pain, my nervous pain.
This short sharp break of my skin.
To the psychological pain sleeping deep inside,
The pain that’s living within.
All the pain is mine alone to have.
Mine to wrap up into a ball.
And play the sport of emotional hurt,
Demolish my emotional wall.
I love the chronic to the acute.
The lingering, to subtle, to intense.
Breaking me down to my forsaken self,
Devouring every piece of my defence.
Of Saints And Sinners
Within the sacrificial selfless silence
The seditious spirit stands in defiance
With salient scars of eternal echoes
Amongst the meditating melodious meadows
Sinister sins compound in complexity
Where demon deeds are devoured devilishly
Macabre masters of the medieval mind
Disengaged discipline of the consciously confined
The saint and sinner must coherently co-exist
One restrains of thoughts the other can not resist
Erosive entombment in the somatic solitudes
As both struggle within the manqué multitudes.
Oct.28.2016
Saints and Sinners - Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Here I am
Base of spine enmeshed with
earth ruddy like my cheeks and
bloodshot eyes
feet--firmly planted
take root where home is,
where nourishment, like a crimson bag of waters, is.
Humble, for my
somatic vessel has its origins
on this very orb Gravity has pinned me to,
like an amanita to forest floor.
Palming a bit of red dust and
I am animal and palpable
no different from
the cardinal flying overhead,
the pepper-scented geranium,
the garnet embedded in clay.
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