with specifics outlining his ballads and jests he surly lists his bests in two principle steps of CAPS :
1) * Feeds the Bats and * Tempts the Charms
2) * Cheap N Handy * Quixotic but Scary * Not too Trendy
and he cries
Yuck! EW! Husky!
What's worse than a self-adoring pathetic bat in my whereabouts!
I can't get the stink and shrill so I help him fast
'Yo what's the worry!'
-I say friendly -
'you need not hurry cause I think you already are ready!'
-I continue enthusiastically-
'Here! Try this one My top design Custom fit chemistry A truly NO Risk Recipe and of course Specially designed for you! '
'for you for youuu to echolocate such is an eye-gaze for the half-blind such is sound a vibration that propagates in ears and brains of pretty gulls and of course only for youuu'
- I sing loud a common bat ad just to stimulate my client and continue- merrily explaining my serviceable recipe
Wear your white shirt just ...as always
the one I know you know? the webbed one weaving grace and don't forget to iron it well this time.
Put on your true face! I reckon then and can guarantee ...as always no one will ever recognize you .
In a flight he disappears glad and I hope he won't show up till next year What can you do I say to myself and quote a encyclopedic fact about my client. All things have a place, you don't really need to like them but these ones pollinate flowers and disperse fruit seeds and they are economically important as they consume insect pests reducing need for pesticides.
I say while I ventilate my head with an OM mantra and an incense stick Bah what a stink what a stink...
Hey! What a cool man you are! I sit here and realize for the first time. Looking at the red horizon of the sunset Tunes of red flights in my ears make me flow along its fumes Peace in my heart and yes I realize only now where I finally am Fully one with my red ******* sitting cross-legged on a red carpet noticing the red sleeves of my shirt covering my wrists expressing the redness of the nail-polished finger ends stretched playfully above the blue green octagons holding a physics of the invisible as if a ball made of color pushes blissfully towards the interiors of my palms contrasting the red squares of my long colorful winter dress I see the red almond heart on top of the last heart shaped dark-chocolate left on the table just and wonder if I should eat but I leave it as a memorial piece of my flowing composition while I polish the red of my favorite *** with my thoughts accommodating a gloomy **** before the fractured rays As if I see the reds that she once saw before her eyes got blurry somehow As if these reds haven't been red for ages but now where I fully am - as I now - can see again So I take a mirror and put on a blood red lipstick wiping hopelessly the gush off the irregular contours of my lips till it fits perfect somethings never change I say relieved I still don't know how to put on a lipstick and hurriedly grin back to check if all sits okay so that I can start looking at me now with your eyes and lip Hey ! What a cool woman you are! I sit here and realize for the first time after sunset now.
I wrote this poem today while listening to Everloving - a Moby song .
Listen to the beat Take the road you always compose silences of traffic of light frequency of each pass renews an auditory tone of an unknown speech the colored pitch tap N speed up to cut to edit a fading melody a distortion in reality to awaken the forgotten symphony hung in ears while you are half asleep singing a truth of you from all of you a gifted silence from your source well is a wish to come true
holy is the body that makes love to me holy is the gaze that gifts me timeless landscapes holy is the touch weaving the lodge of our union holy is of sound that resonates and gives birth to a wavelength of silence holy is the wind that breaths along my face and surrenders holy is me when I stand on top of this mountain with you
and she walks the heart’s road one more time the known letter becomes unknown last time the first time
she allows vapors of thrill shape as much as wisdom approves time Know your place she says don’t fly up too high that’s uncivilized far See I am standing calm inside hear me? on the ground body feet well aligned agreed ? yes and no agreed you anyway cannot disagree It's only my politeness that asks She walks like the wind blowing pure joy a gifted natural balance of posture being one with the time of man and of woman and of child whatever she becomes at once the crowd Their laughter makes summer like a hypolimnetic volume in the temperate reflects to universe as a place to perch amongst stars (when you sometimes pass) while they seemingly cross traffic lights led by a black dog and a red cat (hiding in a mysterious plant) as if she knows us from somewhere or I her as if this has no consequence as if she says and the sound defines
We are now left to hard media only I can play you raw on my strings and hear what you say I can draw you on a paper and feel your touch I can color your space and embrace your aura Your pain is mine if you give me some not to worry it won't hurt The pain you have is a reflection of what I've already filtered out of you before delivering it back to you It's only fairness this much is not much as much as you can have I know you so well You know that thousand years is too long to carry a child even for the one with thousand bellies my child It was not only for my cleansing our meeting I was not the only cursed one You are not born of me and No not for me I be your sin if you make me your masterpiece The face of the scary the manipulated energy has imprisoned the fairy so the prince can save her? The prisoner stays in prison until she realizes she is in prison until she falls in love with the prince then the impurity of the entanglement disappears turns to a breeze an unpetrified ****** in the openness of a field stands The bewildered is freed and is free now The curse melts to particles of bliss The prince dies she becomes flesh and blood for the first time after the time gone for one and the last lifetime Alone she will walk this road until the end until they reunite in the spirit world Joy she has knowing the fact Joy she should take and give and learn in this short lifetime of separateness and the corporal to bear and cherish cause he may feel for him she will be happy so he can feel for him she learns joy so she can carry it to eternity for him she sees a butterfly rubbing against the anther and for him she smiles now
so here you are! when did you fly? how could you survive the not writing- for that while ? for me? your galaxy? mindlights near or away did you stop really? I know you are here because words fall now from the sky your words haven't got a screen neither a pen nor a home It's raining love your love and will stay so until I'd be of source of all waters as plain as rain and rain and rain
• X is the one in your mind • Y is the one that you see • Z is the anonymous
a. If you slowly start seeing Y in a different way than what it used to be for you because of X; then you have a new way of looking at Y because of X and X is the one that makes you realize a new self in yourself which makes you see a new Y.
b. If you start loving Y if and only if a. is true then it is also true that X is the trigger where love comes through
• This may mean that (me) the one that loves, has actually been willing to love by the foundation of a new self through X either will it be a thing (tile, candle, tin, window …) or living (elephant, boy, girl, teacher, …). • So love becomes an inevitable thing for the one that loves (me).
c. If the interaction between X, Y and of course (me) makes (me) slowly realize the existence of a ‘Z’ then Z becomes what I have been longing for as the new love and life combines.
• Z is secret and as a result discovered secretly. • The secret discovery is by (me) and this is also what creates Z as a truth – a truth only perceivable by (me)as ‘freedom’ – which (me) will be able to communicate to others (this makes Z exist for others but in another way than it is for (me)).
So then the question is which one is my Valentine? X, Y or Z? Or even (myself)?
Notes: • X is the one in your mind and not the one that you have seen • Y is the one that you see and since the discovery of X you realized that Y has not been the one in your mind anymore
An older poem I wrote in 2009. I guess nobody read it yet or felt like reading. LOL! Happy to be able to share it with you here today.
Farewell Sickness You left me! Invaluable was the darkness cherished the beloved heart body, mind and half of my age all of it devoted to your love only
You crowned me to your queen of darkness I grew up slowly in our palace where I could hide and Stay if I wanted to always with you
Our home the holy eidolon … but a shelter for me as long as you were there
There was where we honored shadows by becoming shadows
The Black Mountain of your teaching was made of the absolute Color of our eternal love
but Love You forgot one thing or didn't you know me well?
Dedicated by desire I climbed that mountain Kept my promise To see the irrefutable To be the unconditional
No You weren't there
You haven't made it that far? or was your share to have me ebb
There was Black as absolute as you said
Stroke my face apart and I fell at once for another at an opposite end
One I became with the luminous cilia of a man a plain man made of brightest light
All of a sudden he came All of a sudden he left
Seeing all of me was possessed
That loss slowly turned me to a sheer pain covering my home with an opposite color of white I got petrified by an equal fever to your love and A battlefield were my heart lodging the war of the tantamount of identical charge repulsion of the supreme dematerialized matter cracked the eye and I died
Colors of all wavelengths between black and white fill that deserted heart now
Yet there is a new spirit sleeping inside Soon she will wake up and sing an ancient lullaby of life not remembering but with a knowing:
*I am of dark and of light not necessarily of good or of bad whatever you make me I will be which matches to which by any color of absolute you’ll be bewitched but virtuous make a difference by your poetry let me be your one magic word until truth is met in heavens
Title is inspired by Man Ray's 'Noire et Blanche' (1926) . I tried to remake a picture for a photo contest recently and that effort also produced this poem :)