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Supernal abodes ours where we be as
soul-sheaths more transparent than we aspire

in abodes we of
self-modification more transparent than we petaled hope


of here, realms where bloom delights, beacons of
petaled hope, amid the rhythms of ice-pins

amid Supernal beacons of delights
space, sensation soul-sheaths expansion of ice-pins


in expansion space, sensation light and
self-modification all perception

*be as bloom ours where all perception here, realms where
aspire light and the rhythms
Noting a vision in word, juxtaposing couplets in Iambic pentameter, with those created using my interpretation of Surrealist Cut-up.

Surrealists have been concerned with the sub-conscious..time to unleash also supra- or super-conscious...last has not been said yet...!
I have no need for rainbows
I wish the world was forever night
warm and dark
like my disposition
so i could hide and not be seen when i wanted to be alone
and simply blame it on the lack of light
Mary Jane

Wrapped in cellophane
her body an empty cavern
an embodiment of losses
tastes of bitter Mary Jane
Holland.

Baby miracle of life
a stab in the dark
a twisted knife
to the heart, breathe
Me.

Life had stained her
a reflection upon,
a broken glass mirror
a blue mooned
Sky.

Tornado fires; paper dresses
deep volcanos filled to the brim
ashes & dust
tears bring pain
burns holes in
Skin.

Cleansing comes
blood oozing out
attacking this monster
living inside
python green eyes
Robotic.

Dancing with demons
poisonous addictions
hells aftermath
skulls, crossbones
signify splintered
Souls.


Yours for slaughter,
surrendered in this wasteland
my mind created
when you were first
Gone.

Butterflies cover *******
love hearts & roses,
form tattoos across,
my spine, enviously decorating
this bare form, one alive, one
Ghost.

Drink me up, make it quick,
**** me dry, dear Carmen
please don't cry
it's all an alibi, one that
Sings.

A lullaby; a secret way out
how tranquil it leaves me
a baby lulled to sleep, I
call you Mary Jane
Holland.

My lover, my life,
it's nothing more, I
am at one, with stars we name
in this infinite
Universe.

If I am a star above
& you are named as one too
we will never be lost
wrapped together, conceiving
Constellations.

That is why I want to sit
with you, on the roof
top of my car, out in the abyss
of my surroundings
&

Stare above, sing a lullaby
of my love, count those stars
until claimed & soothed we fall
into the slumber of love.

Only a cloud can carry
& awake anew to
the rising of the sun
an abstraction deferring
multifaceted realities.


© Sia Jane
Challenge write from my first workshop class.
I see you in the Fall
The red leaves whipping in the wind like your hair flowing behind you.
The chaotic movement connect to something
strong
sturdy
safe.
I see you in the fall.
The wind screaming in my ear
like you when the schizophrenia kicked in
terrifying
but beautiful
in a broken sort of way.
I see you in the fall.
Like the flowers that bend towards the slightest glimmer of sunlight
just as you would hold onto any ray of hope that came your way
like it was the last time you'd see it
I see you in the fall
as the trees show their branches
it leaves falling like your hair did
Beautiful
despite it's baldness
I saw you in the fall.
But now it's winter and like the leaves on the trees
You are gone.
This poem is to my mom who died of cancer, fall was her favorite season, and is now mine too.
A screen on the wall
A picture on buildings tall
To the heart doth call
Till our feet stall

A beauty with a smile behold
A story of a product unfold
A lie in cloaked by truth untold
Till by our greed sold

Played for the human charm
Leading the heart to warm
Unknown to desire in heart born
Useless after the wrapper torn

A crying child in the street
An embarrassed parents defeat
A guilt wrapped treat
Tempting addictive defeat

Eden had a tempting tree
Our stores give it free
Oh why doth not our feet flee
Advertisement an adversetisement to be

Ajit
Sometimes television  Advertisement  just temp us to buy things we do not need plus many products are not as shown in advertisement
SEE the Chariot at hand here of Love,
   Wherein my Lady rideth!
Each that draws is a swan or a dove,
   And well the car Love guideth.
As she goes, all hearts do duty
   Unto her beauty;
And enamour'd do wish, so they might
   But enjoy such a sight,
That they still were to run by her side,
Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride.

Do but look on her eyes, they do light
   All that Love's world compriseth!
Do but look on her hair, it is bright
   As Love's star when it riseth!
Do but mark, her forehead's smoother
   Than words that soothe her;
And from her arch'd brows such a grace
   Sheds itself through the face,
As alone there triumphs to the life
All the gain, all the good, of the elements' strife.

Have you seen but a bright lily grow
   Before rude hands have touch'd it?
Have you mark'd but the fall of the snow
   Before the soil hath smutch'd it?
Have you felt the wool of ******,
   Or swan's down ever?
Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier,
   Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
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