What is this?
What arrogance
to be dissatisfied with bliss
What am I?
That I find myself like a Danish price
contemplating molecular physics
If there could be but one thing through which I could reach
from the tips of my toes to the ends of my ariels
let it speak to me now or remain forever ephemeral
Tempt me not with silence nor sentient reflection
let me sit idle
while a host of doubts with carousing inflections
rend peace from the oath used to praise your perfection
the redoubt of certainty a false satisfaction
but I will seek it no less, lest my own moral code
on the floor lie here prone

Be still

Who are you to challenge me?
My own self?
HA! You are nothing
less than a vaporous belch,
repudiation of the shelf
from which this retched book of life was wrenched
No the end for you can come not too soon
unless it be for that which you are
A cankerous man ***** feeding on the life that was not given
but taken from others AND from yourself
I know not you

Unless I do

Unless I do

For all that was, is and was, was mirage
Smoke to the mirrors, dust in the sunshine
caught by the exhaled breath of nothingness
Cancer in the heart or lung make no difference to the boatman

BEGONE

Waste not my time with salutations
nor grave maunderings on that which could have been
nor with pleasantries and optimism
I have no use for these baubles of ego

BEGONE I SAID

What would you be without meat to shrine that temple of mind?
A magician?
A sorcerer?
Some glorified seamstress of witty offal
set to ram fill mouths of the bantering rabble
NO! I shall not cowtow to the nicetities of your excess, nor of mine
Our colours are grey NOT black and white
we shall drown beneath stone until resurrection day
and even then we shall rot in our graves for there IS NO GOAD
not to man, beast or rock NO GOAD that science shall not uncover, no lack
that in wondrous doubt we shall **** to deny the self-evident fact
that we are nothing and everything combined in one shell
decomposing rapidly, a death knell for the self
is the salutary cry for the immobile stone laid on my brow
for the rustling tree
for the wild fox and the mutated accessories to our loneliness
they shall be freed and they shall feast upon our corpses
and not a day too soon
and not a day too soon
so sayeth the bard from his everlasting gloom.

I love you like
picasso loves his paintbrush

I love you like
beetohven loves his piano

I love you like
lindsey sterling loves her violin

I love you*
I love you
**I loved you.

..
I love thee
because they love me
but without she
there is nothing to be
..
@Musfiq us shaleheen

'

"In the world of mortals there's no greater perfection than music."
~ Impeccable Space Poetess

'

Divine music beats
bombard my being
as non-rippened ripples

The surface of my ear drums aches
without perfectly harmonious
sounds
complementing

Roses blossom in a quiet garden,
some lavish quietudes here, where
I've got enough peace and not
the right space for a siren's songs
enthralling enchantment

Searching at the random pace
for the most peculiar music ~
thunders in my thoughts!

Those undiscovered waves
appear as lustrous song lenghts,
as limbs of a sound corpus slumbering
in the solace of silence and rhythm

Deep bits bite my emptiness
and this wanton yearning  
forces me to reflect upon
this uncultivated
wilderness
and
what's there to miss at all means

'

lovable etudes
classical chello drifts
bansuri flutes

'

@---\---

i will hear
a classic piece
that my soul may rest
music soothes
the savage beast
which writhes
within my breast

the light begins
with violins
a lovely harpsichord
then came in
some flute!
woodwinds!
a winsome building chord!

finding my direction
back to a place that's fair
finding my connection
to a friend
who's there

finding my companion
in a friend who's free
music is the bastion

AND ALWAYS WILL BE


soulsurvivor
(c) 6/17/2015

Your love is
White cotton

White
Pages
&
Ethno
Paganini

****** ink
Delayed

Day after Night
Night after Might

Notes Scribble
Notes Scrabble
Endlessly

As my heart
yearns for you

As
Automaton
Of Adriatic Zephyrs
Blow my dreams

Toward
Destined direction

Future Journeys
Rock boats

Bouncing
Soles
Are
All
Souls
Aboard
The Canues
The Cocoons
Of your sweetest heart

And you know what !?!
You proud male~sweetest man !

I would say to you :

Oh ~baby !
Let's mount that train !

Let us Play Again !

Along the strange cocoa Coasts . . .
You can catch me there ~
Dreaming of your
Dreamy
Affection
_ _ _ _

Nature
Beautifies Everything !

Your
Life is packed

With pickels
&
Charming
Postcards

Glued on your
Baggage Honey Bears
&
Beavers
And Native Horses
Are not Badgers
&
Empty beaches
Are not what they seem !

She said
Darling !

You said
She said !

Love us !

And she
Is
Sheer
Eloquent
Beauty

A
Ga~seele

And You ~
Handsome Mind

Al-Ghazālī
At Might

Sombre butterfly
In this Night