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Minimalism is discipline, the aesthetic is often pure and sensual;
‘a simple joy’.
It strips the superfluous down to its essentials; it enables the viewer to contemplate the gaps and see the magic through simple repetition and gradual variation.

There is more room in our future when there’s less in it.

It’s the perfect setting for conversations to take place, a place for communication, a setting for subtle syncopation, a place to break free from convention, a place for abstract thought, a place where aesthetic simplicity and abstract complexity; in combination have the power to change the mood and physiology of both the creator and the viewer.
A space where human beings can change something with simple things, magical things.

By Pig-Man
Simplicity & complexity - A powerful combination.
Less is more, the space to create so much more
Colyskie Aug 28
Never can do it better my way
Outcomes hollow around the corner
Belittled, what else I could say?
Lifetime seems to be playing for forever
Arms to grab on, leaving it up
Having so much luck, can’t hold till the end
Confusions blur too much, mind can’t *****
It never comes to the point of nowhere

What could you do more?
Say as much as you want for life never comes tomorrow

Lives come and go till infinity covers the world
Never ending thoughts of getting serenity
Restless mounts the entirety of my mind
Free to fly like nothing’s broke
Yeah, it breaks me from within
Strangled not to breathe, never want it that way
Living the way life grows
Yeah, it breaks me from within


Easy to dig, matters go up and down
Taking it high but never looks it down low
Lingers to my feelings and later it hurts
Left standing in the dark with nothing ever glows
I’ll be known to the greatest, light up till your bound the limits
Unraveling the cloak of anonymity, spark up to shine
Innocence makes it up and leaves without a stain
What matters to me is the desire to make a name, nothing’s the same

What could you do more to me?
Wait till I can’t say no more


Caught up in a dream, it made me feel like this
Wants for the guts, disheveled lines for the throne
Fortunes stop knocking on me, waiting till the end
Timeless steals the life I’ve never known
Nothing but depressing thoughts.
Eating the universe’s cinnamon roll,
Trying to bite into the center.
The edge is not so sweet,
But it is worth all the effort.
One and one does not make two
Each combination is something new
No one is quite alike you see
So one, one, and one is not three

Two and two sometimes makes four
But it can make so much more
Two and three is sometimes five
Or it can make you feel alive

People are complex
Concave and convex
Multiplicative
Distributive
Bound to perplex

So put the calculator down
Take a look all around
Equations have their use
But reduction can be obtuse

I am indivisible
I am not invisible
I can make any move
I’m a number you can’t prove
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Regina Fable May 30
another hull breach
most of her fortune slips away
suckled by the undercurrent
her shanties are bottlenecked messages
entangled in self-accusation
listing through distress and tide
she flags toward more sympathetic waters

love is the bright iris of balmy weather
a ballast for threadbare optimism
she makes berth in tiny lips
that pardon her insufficiency
emptiness, a welcome refuge
projected under the twinkle of satisfaction
mirroring devotion
Ylzm May 15
flowers bloom unseen,
dolphins, at birth, swim;
elephants lived long and never forget;
butterflies’ epic round trip migration,
a transgenerational relay team.

unnecessary perfection is not;
futility is a most grievous flaw.

beauty baffles,
complexities confound;
constantly wonderful and amazing:
a language, alien to human wisdom,
secrets, inaccessible to knowledge.

a fantastic picture darkly perceived
shape and colour counts as comprehension.

but truths revealed to an innocent child.
the newbie failure complex(ity)

the poems come torrentially,
hurricane, waterfall & tornado are working adjectives
worthy of the task, yet unequal to the unlimited army
of the written dead of unread poems and poets
that occupy the nether of blog, podcast, and poetry sites,
orphan stars in the un-salvaged junkyard galaxy of verbiage

a faceless wight, once alive, now permanently dead,
we shuffle march, chanting each our own newbie poem,
onward soldiers to ignominy and glory so fleeting,
we are forgot before we are remembered

this is life in poetry,
or better yet,
the worst of it, (sigh)
this is the poetry of lives


all for nought,
nought for all,
at least we pass our prison time
in the company of fellow strugglers
poem #1
I am empty yet full
I see your face and hear your voice
Drained and filled
Dismal and wonderful

What is this power
And Why do you hold it
All i want to do is run
Direction unknown
I never want to forget
But i don’t want to think.

It could be over if i let it
But i don’t have that power
Time possesses that.
I don’t want it exercised

My beauty how you are the light
And the darkness
I love you and hate you
And every emotion in between

Complexity at its finest
I wrote this poem about a girl I fell in love with one summer.I hope you enjoy!
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