As the first flake hits my lips
A cold sensation flows through my veins
Continues all the way to my finger tips
Until they tingle, with little pains
The cold wind tenses up my face
As I bundle up to remain warm
The snow starts to fall at a constant pace
These small flakes meaning no harm
This cold and snowy winter day
Is beautiful in every single way
The past does not exist,
There are only lessons.
The future does not exist,
There are only plans.
All that ever is, is the present;
Explore the conditional,
Be granted choice in return.
But accept that
"anxiety is the dizziness of freedom"
as/is your burden.
To put the tenses in perspective,
Relax, (be perceptive) and
keep an adaptable mind at hand.
-Line Ten as put forward in The Concept of Anxiety: A Simple Psychologically Orienting Deliberation on the Dogmatic Issue of Hereditary Sin (1844) by Søren Kierkegaard
The insular heart unsealed; pearled eyes
Breach parapets of stone— periled shield,
The sweetest kill—
A threatening wonder and irrefragable synergy,
Nervous routes of cognition
In this nascent, amorous craving.
Locked and abased,
Dissonance lends pathos — euphoric and onerous,
Disconsolate cries curb sublimation,
The regnant bleed diffusing — fervid lust
Fondled, tactile surfaces in throbbing anticipation.
Sullen, aft a veil of laughter,
Visceral aftermath, out of
The ardent ash,
Burns a thirst;
Insuperable numbness and ache.
Table for two
Enraptured in new alliance,
Élan vital (psyche);
Urgent dialect petitions
Equivocation, jocularity blending
Provocation with indecision,
Noted lilt of descending inhibition.
Adrift, the incessant Now;
As occasion inexorably diminished;
Resonant simpatico tending,
Heard conversant, cognitive idioms—
Lassitude, time-eaten pangs of the unhinged heart,
In disquieting synergy,
Nibbling, the circumference—
Misery’s permeating truth;
None immune, all trundle incongruously past,
Facing intrepid savages.
Licitly felt, reverberations of Amor
Whence the heart behaves;
Measured cadence, pulse elevating—
Treasured lover, contemplative muse;
Undulating clasp, inflated bone of absence;
Incarnation — a woman,
Ineffable adoration pours in certitudes of verse,
Elenita, enclothed —virtue unvarnished;
Reservoir intrinsic, poised advocate of the innocent:
The crooked lines of insolence,
Brazen culture of neglected youth.
Perceptive blue stare, sensitized tears—
Plaintively, evincing her injustice ago.
Siren silence, eruptive blush, ampler between phrases
In dulcet tones — stirring discourse;
Foments rebellion, the strife beneath— his loin,
Out of its vast reserve,
Penetrate the narrowed ambit, vaguely announced.
Groping hands, migrating the sensual member
Stern faces grimacing— mirror in abrasion,
Under the blind surf of consent;
Burrowing ambiguity, emerging torsion,
Plunge, enlisted and content in the sea;
Subsumed in the nonverbal cue,
Quelled in the post cerebral assent.
Piercing eyes parallel crystalline waters of Lake Tahoe.
An untouched portion of his awareness remains aloof,
Palpable in the subsequential quiet,
Obsequious and febrile, they sinned on sofas;
Peregrine predilections quenched and viscid—
Serenely requited, the room breathes her presence,
Limp, figures orgasmic, mantled in adolescent torpor.
Erudition in bloom, trust undoubted,
Illuminating, satiating; tempest calm—
Terrain soaked and sodden,
Postliminary — rains of invalidation.
Allowance and permission
Recalibrate, salivate, shortly only—
Initiate, obliged consecration, appraising
Curvatures of the spine,
Stuns him obeisant, her femenine pulchritude,
Propinquity inciting vigor,
Emergent allure, the updriven
Tower of wood sprung from the blanket.
Suffused in ether, purring streams of remembrance
Vaginal honeyed dew, sung into
Orchids, remnants of remember;
Drenched down the cynosure of devotion;
Succulent view, diaphanous pantied bottom;
Halcyon mist, saporous wine — compliance of the will,
Freed fires wander,
Pliable rind, twin plums dripping,
Abject confession, dispatching doubt
In tendered senses,
Pivotal tree, lavender Jacaranda holds the key,
Unfurled, cindered vulnerability.
Half-denuded skin invites confessional savor
Acutely bubbled rear, fleshly furnished denim;
Sultry visit, San Ramon Valley in the fall,
Strewed limbs splendid, flowing filmy;
Bursting silk congealed
Across deft thighs, ambrosial thong draping ankles,
Grazing ascension, the curvaceous trajectory
Nose inflamed with fragrance,
Inhaling, climb of acquiescence,
The facial weal, amid the globed fruit,
Focal intention — ploughed lance thrusting,
Absconding, the ancillary perfume of essence.
Perceiving avid validation,
Swimmingly, amid the monstrous gaze.
Humid skies simper dank, set swell the incense of Eros,
Surge of poetry engorged
The flame levened shaft,
Nimble breasts flounce, spill the harboring mouth;
Moist hands merging, unfettered,
Weave in supplication,
Vicinity voicing, enmeshed diversion;
Supple and spherical behind
Posterior arch, milky-skin against the lip—
Ripeness jostling their complacency;
Lapped the mooring, ridden decisively;
Recapitulating— spumed forth, bellied over hips warmth.
Abandon the dirge of self-pity
Late under ego’s trance.
Tempting trespass across sacred gardens,
Flowering, scandal set luminous: attachment—
Consensual, their corresponsive fear;
Protean manifestations— evocative, perpetual
Unutterable contention in a fictive resolve,
Deliberating the merits of their widely disparate tastes in coffee,
Amorously touring wine, let’s drowse through the gnarled vine.
Sundry deficiencies pale, once contrasted;
The beatific vision—
Material substance unaccompanied,
Imperceptible, tear-streamed cheeks in synch,
Ventral kiss, peak of carnal perfection,
Reminiscence— flesh violent with Love.
Fiction knew to meander the innominate rift,
A tincture of irony soften misdeeds
Immense as the sea.
Insolvent beast stippled with sapience—
Unmasked, the fabric of delusion;
Dependence smothering the disciplined heart
Resentment put up for release.
Waste of residual years
Fate’s apportion, scars bleakly observed;
Chastened by heartache, engulfing fervor
Too faint to recapture.
Vague glimpses dry—
Hypervigilant his defenses,
Veritable suspensions, embers lit linger;
Slender walls of solidity, the horizoned self,
Faith and reason in concert — stone levels of elucidation.
Fractured bones of distance, emanate a rigid salience,
Another ponderous night of absence—
Lingering, cauldron of dearth as indifference ushers,
The quotidian coil of contrition.
Tearful pallor, sequestered —ciphering time and solitude;
The unkissed mouth, his restive brow;
Suspend in the approximate span.
After Lucid alliterations are spoken
Devoid of her face, his lover’s nudge—
The man nurtures his hurt.
Anxious as seldom unscarred,
In present tenses,
Kissed by her serenades of integration—
Notwithstanding metaphysic intrusion,
No chain stays unbroken,
Postponed drifts of deferment left unspoken,
Reverberations of amor.
© 2013 W. S. Warner
The apocalypse caused by your last breath
was much larger than I was ready for.
And had I known I'd be so unequipped for death
I would have asked long ago your aid in preparing for the war.
Could you, with your weakening heart, have helped me at all?
Did you have any words that possibly could have gotten me ready?
Even though we knew the possibility, we didn't build these houses to fall,
Friend, please, don't leave me when I’m so unsteady.
I remember when you finally told me,
long, medical words that I didn’t understand.
But I'll never forget the sound of them,
like the end of an era
and the beginning of a war.
Words with a time limit
But we're young, time is meant to be endless.
I mean, it hardly even exists for us.
you were optimistic.
Said, you didn’t feel like dying.
Like being dead.
The ugliest echo persists.
It bleeds into my dreams
and I see you
fading away from me
Companion, please don't leave me… without you.
I wonder what I’ll wear to your funeral. Black doesn’t seem right. Your favorite colors are… were purple and pink. I wonder if I’ll always stumble over verb tenses. Will the end of your life ever be cemented in my memory? Or will flashbacks of those last heartbeats always be fireworks pounding inside my skull, deafening, but quiet. Too quiet, but deafening, like the sounds of someone walking away from you, forever. Will I ever believe you're really gone? Darling, please. Don’t leave without me.
Word Race 6 Round 2
Prompt: Imagine something very bad happening ~ anything (of any intensity). It can be real or fictional. Write about the experience ~ whether it's before, during and after... or all during... or all after. The choice is yours.
3 Vignettes: one rhyme, one free verse, one prose
The middle vignette is a little over 100 words. The other two are well within.
Rhyme scheme for the first vignette is:
There are 4 seasons: almost rainy season, rainy season, still rainy season and 'I remember when it didn't rain this much in dry season'.
A 30% percent in gas prices is justification for a 300% increase for every other product for sale here.
Locals don't ask what you do or where you went to college. They're more concerned with where you're from, where you're going and do you need transport.
If you buy something on Amazon shipping costs are 3-4 times more than the actual item -- and customs has got first dibs on your order through extortion techniques.
Nasi Goreng is a food group.
There is no toilet paper in public bathrooms. Correction, there are no public bathrooms suitable for humans.
You start speaking a kind of simplified Pidgin English dropping adjectives, adverbs and tenses, even when talking to native English speakers and you can't seem to shut off the Pidgin switch.
You always remove your shoes before entering a home, even an open gazebo pavillion with a dirt floor.
Even a rabid dog look both ways before crossing the street.
ColdBintagBeer is one word.
You won't see a Bali starling unless you're in the Bali Bird Park, but the even more magnificent Java kingfishers are as common as pigeons (which are not common).
All local face lotions and creams contain a whitening agent; all local shapoos have a blackening agent.
Mangy, rabid dogs prefer to munch on Balinese offerings rather than your ankle. Occasionally they snarl and munch on each other because one dog is trying to steal another dog's offering.
Carrefour won't give you plastic bags that cost a penny each with your $100 purchase not because they're eco-conscious but because they're cheap French assholes. In fact, the first 'Go Green' bags from Carrefour were made from polypropylene plastic. They're now made of cloth and cost $2.50 each because we really know the only kind of green they're interested in.
You can go to a 5-Star restaurant in shorts but the local immigration office demands you to wear long pants when you extend your visa.
There rarely a day that goes by when you don't come across an 'Ada Upacara Hari' detour sign ('there is a ceremony today').
There are 6 prices for things: real price, domestic (Jakarta) tourist price (@2 X real price), American tourist price (@3 X real price), European tourist price (@4 X real price), Australian tourist price (@5 X real price) and Japanese tourist price (@6 X real price).
Every motorbike make a left turn without looking and I mean every motorbike.
There's nothing smaller than a 10 kilo bag of rice unless it's marked 'organic' -- then it's 1 kilo and 10 times the price because the Balinese believe in balance.
You've learned the the difference between a kemboja, frangipani, hibiscus, jepun, lotus, jasmine and bougainvillea from asking locals, 'Hey, what that flower on your ear?'
Locals say anything under a kilometer is 'jauh' (far) and anything over a kilometer is 'jauh sekali' (very far). Regardless of the distance, to get there you must go 'trus' (straight).
You see Taiwanese tourist couples wearing matching attire and try to supress your gag reflex.
You learn to tell the difference between ant, spider, mosquito and 'nyitnyit' (gnat) bites and you now know now anything that crawls or flies, bites.
Your balls start to smell like French cheese.
Starbucks is more expensive than in your home country even though Starbucks coffee comes from Java. Plus, the salary of a Starbuck baristas workers in Indonesia is about $17/week. I think somebody is making out like a bandit. We soon forget Starbucksis more evil than Walmart because of the caffeine buzz.
Handicraft from Java, the island next door, is marked up to 10 times the price. The rationale: Java is 'jauh sekali' (very far). Java is really just 90 miles away and bus fare in less than $5.
Lots of Dunkin Donuts and BreadTalk pastries look like they're suffering from flaky skin eczema or outright leprosy.
Locals don't need hi-tech razors and gel creams to shave - they just need a tweezer and lipstick mirror.
Local store owners don't need a bed to take a nap in during the day. They'll sleep under tables, on top on sale's counters and between the merchandise aisles -- preferably on cold tile floors. They have pillows but have no need for odd Western concept called a 'pillow case'.
You walk into a Circle K just to get air conditioning for a few minutes because the heat has given you a right cross and the humidity has dropped you to the ground.
There are visual instructions on the back of toilet lids showing it's not right to squat on the toilet seat followed by a stick person sitting properly on the toilet with a happy face. These instructions are also in the toilet lids on every Indonesian airline.
Fanta comes in all the colors of the rainbow: Strawberry, Blueberry, Orange, Mango, Pineapple, Fruit Punch, Grape, Apple and Lemon.
A 60 minute full body massage is cheaper than a standard Frappuccino and a special venti 12-shot frappuccino with soy, mocha drizzle, matcha, protein powder, strawberry, two bananas, caramel, frappuccino chips, vanilla bean and caramel brulee topping costs more than a night at a 5-star hotel.
You can pay your electric, water and phone bill at the Post Office. Locals even pay for their motorcycle's monthly credit installments here. The only reason the Post Office even sells stamps is because of tourist postcards.
The cicaks chit chat with the geckos and the geckos here are depressed because a well adjusted gecko goes: "ehh eh, ehh eh, ehh eh" and a Balinese gecko goes: "ehh eh, ehh eh, ehh eh, ehhh, ehhh, ehhh."
Pirated bajakan DVDs cost 16 for 100,000 rupiah which is only 55¢ each, however, the English subtitles have absolutely nothing to do with the movie your watching.
You know you're in Bali when a motorcycle carries...
You get on as soon as you’re born
No maximum or minimum height requirement
Your body tenses up and becomes warm
As you get strapped in for the ride of your life
Throughout the many twists and turns
The different amounts of speed and velocity
Leaving small little wrinkles and wind burns
Scarring your body until the very end
Everyone’s ride on this coaster is utterly different
Many different experiences between all individuals
Some of these riders will encounter many hills
While others will experience more corkscrews and spirals
Even though some rides are shorter than others
And although everyone ends the exact same way
Only most people have a calming and soothing finale
At the end of everyone’s ride is the exact same
Finally they come to the end, entering into a dark, quiet valley
A valley that leads them to their final resting point
Welcome to suspense
Thought provoking horror
Invoking the mystic art of story telling
Compelling tales weave in and out of a curious yet terrified mind
Stimulated senses, feeling dread, body tenses, psychologically on edge
Eyes widen, teeth clinched as the next scene unfolds
Security blanket wrapped inside tight fist closed
You travel into the unknown; you want to know what's there,
that is why you are here to experience the unseen
The strange and obscene
This is the emotion of mystery; pondering what the outcome will be
The fate of our beloved hero or heroine has already been determined by the grand puppet master
Ladies and Gents the Director of these wonderfully constructed ill-fated events presents the conclusion
that blows the mind, jerks the tears, and chills the spine
You have just become a victim of a maetro's imagination, "to provide the audience with beneficial shocks"
Just having a little fun with this one
atop mantle piece cliffs
in reluctant certainty at our hot fate.
in the steamy depths
of man’s mind, our mind
stews and perpetuates
eroding at the edges,
of life for what
it is and isn’t
or wont be for
future tenses and a
intensity in a
place which hasn’t
ever been realized
even moved along a
of directed discourse,
from the center-ed
of righteous, heavenly
of the gods,
in the clouds,
on the prowl in the wicked black of sneering night.
For Residual indications on the slick success of cheering fights.
and on and on
were that they were
forever forward still.
But were still revisiting things
which were never seen
in re-wrought thought
I saw but not
because seeing isn't believing.
And believing isn’t anything really
Two kids, one dream
a sign in an empty street
imagine sunlight, two girls laughing
a camera on a stand
two kids, embraced
digging through boxes
like old memories wrapped in a cloth of nostalgia
imagine twilight, two girls talking
all the tenses at once
a figure in a bed
two kids, waking up alone
a confused smile
dark and ashamed, a wish
taken for granted
imagine emotion, a frantic outburst
two kids, coldly distant
yet never so close
a strangled reply
filled with hurried thoughts
imagine morning two girls far apart
a position shared
two kids, on a kitchen floor
knees brought up to their chests
one takes hold of a knife
the noticeable difference
imagine desperation, two girls crying
a single tear, a single drop of blood
the start of a long battle
two kids, completely unalike
yet perfectly similar
imagine happiness, a diploma in hand
not a single thought spared
to a desperate struggle to regain what was lost
two kids, not kid anymore
a new beginning, a haunted past
trapped inside a keyhole
imagine silence, nothing will ever be the same
a first love, not quite right
two kids, forever changed
a memory that holds no purpose
With all my full pledged pure love to share;
Whisper in your ears how much shall I care.
The erotic feeling of you comes and takes rest;
at your hands, while caressing the tender breast,
The sensation and emotion, I endure is so thrilling.
It gets more and more everlasting and fulfilling.
It wakes up all my heavenly passionate senses.
By a gaze into your blue eyes, my body tenses
Kissing with ease at your wet eager lips.
Caress your cheeks with my finger tips.
I whimper with complete delight.
We bring to a close, a divine night.