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Addie D Jan 2016
I had a vivid dream
about a shallow stream;
I found myself sitting on the bank,
holding on to myself as a crank.
I’m not ready to stray
But I don’t want to pray.

I need to build a church of my own;
Nothing better than to stay at home
Demons and sinners dive into
this nightmare of mine and dine
on my faith and safety;
Haunted and hunted, I hear the Banshee.

The scene is dimmed already;
Though, my church is not ready.
I try to stay down to the stream
but I got burned by the steam.
My stream is gone,
The dream has been undrawn.
Nocturnal images explode
and implode as a fixated
date to date
prevalent
survey
of
my
adopted
deep slumber
The conscious

incongruent
purgatory
of a limbo
realm
calling
, lucrative,
The Subtle and The Sublime end
The everchanging Translucent
Glass, Chalice Filled
With Water
A Non
Firey
Borghes
Steppen             steps
Upon vibrant villa's grass
Soulful children let out
Finally—To play
In the Garden

For Grey-green eyes
Young maiden gathers
Pens and pencils to
Leave traces in Time
To draw a route where Thou
Travel
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic love
Unfolding into itself, inviolable
in prosaic self-*******,
a boundless repertoire
of shape yearns forth surreptitiously
from inscrutable amniotes to claim
time as its own:

  Here a thicket
  of sycamores, there a baldaquin
    of pinnate branches, yonder
      a periphery of marigolds, below
        a cacophony of hyraxes, above
    the corpuscle of a lynx, the mid-flight
   jink of a darting swift and moribund
  crawl of a mollusk;

     Hymenoptera coaxing
     their haploid broods into teeming
     life as a cell of the swarm
         and viviparous apes cajoling
         suckling chimerae at the fathomless
         fountainhead of a rosy breast;

       Higher still,
       Cirrus cephalopods traversing
       the trench of sky, dandelions
       hitch-hiking the drift of a barren plains'
       wavering hum on cockchafers'
       forewings and a turbine's
       bombinating pulse, the chattering
       of roots ravenous for depth --

Jittering bangtails the hallowed echoes
of lascivious manes --

   inchoate sprout-hood the daedal
   nonage of towering evergreens --

      the plaintive shrift of elegiac
      redbreasts a goad to silent elation --

A likeness unlike
     (vocabularies of vertiginous blinds)
          (the eyes of ignorance closing)
             (the mouth of the mystery)
                that spurns the truth of tongues

                     is nature naturing.
A somewhat uncharacteristic display of vocabulary. Rather than ostentation, my intent here was to convey the scope of nature in vivid but elusive prose.

Proteus, ever changing to remain fundamentally himself, perfectly embodies nature's unity-in-multiplicity. He evinces a dynamic view of nature espoused by Goethe, and in authentic Platonic thinking. Essentially, the entire web of life is a single organism, and each discrete life but a cell therein.

"Nature naturing" (*natura naturata*) is commonly known as "Spinoza's God".
MOTV Nov 2015
In space
The color is there
Wait
A pull
Push
From the ground
*******
Leading us
All the way down
It is vast, the masses falling in
Still laughing
What is repentance?
What is our lesson
Vivid screams
Men and women fly
To the endless sea
Blood rain
Blood sea
Blood see,
Cannot run guns breath
Hunting
The vortex
Consuming
Notorious for being a burning pit
I lost it
In madness
You odd ****
I lost it
In madness
You Odd ****
The Ship burned crashed on the peer
How Oh How are we still here
The dark seer hears
Lost
In madness in Madness
https://soundcloud.com/michaeljolivas/vvv
Ronald Christian Nov 2015
how funny is
dreaming the things
vividly
when in reality
you'll get slapped by
continuous progression of life
   sadness and happiness

pain is inevitable
a bad situation is imminent
just learn on how
the dark can be a light
again
Thomas EG Oct 2015
My vivid imagination dreamt up
Ghosts in my eyes, in my ears.
I did not leave my home that day.

I could feel the children staring,
Could hear them screaming at me,
But I could not tell you why.

I tried to listen, to help them out,
But they were out of sight before
I could confirm anything at all.

This was separate from the occasion
On which they helped us both out.
I guess it's a love-hate relationship.
Halloween is coming !
Leal Knowone Oct 2015
vast vivid wilderness
analyze politicians mind
hypocrites world dies in lies
moral devolution,hiding in white
lose of mind,gravity inside
zero nothing, sometime
1 is a separate thing
a velvet plaything
breathing in the fumes
lobotomized muse

trying to do what is right
don't forget, never forget
to start walking in the grey
memories they slowly fade
from this harsh reality
exist inside, resist tide
inside you'll see it die
justify your wicked mind

the eyes torture tantalize
3 rings, out in time
bombarding mind
find it not linear time
time line separate thing
velvet plaything
treated like lobotomized dogs
vast vivid life of pain
wires forced into my brain

trying to do what is right
don't forget, never forget
to start walking in the grey
memories they slowly fade
from this harsh reality
exist inside, resist tide
inside you'll see it die
justify your wicked mind
Kyle Fisher Sep 2015
A splash of cool water runs down my face.
The droplets collide with dust
that is settled onto the backside of my callused hands.
I tighten my grasp on the edges of the pasty, beige colored sink,
and slowly tilt me head up.

My eyes open...

The room that was once well lit, is now darkened.
Revealing only my hazy silhouette in the mirror.
I stare into the glass for a moment.
Subconsciously criticizing the inadequate outline of the reflected shadow.

The door opens...

She steps in.
Her bare feet slightly sticking to the linoleum floor,
creating a small popping sound.
A single ray of light follows her,
like she was stepping onto a dark stage in a theatre full of thousands
glaring attentively.

My focus is pulled away from the cloudy pane of glass,
and is forced in her direction.
My entire being flutters with nervousness as she walks by.
Her silky blonde hair flowing as if an ocean breeze is passing over her.
A short lavender night gown is draped over her soft, pale skin.
Each passing second is highlighted by her perfect form,
as she glides by seemingly unaware of my presence.

Exiting without a second glance behind her,
she slowly shuts the rusty hinged, wooden door,
and the light diminishes.
I stand silently waiting; hoping the door will open again,
and the goddess enveloped in white will return.

Not a sound...

I turn again to the mirror.
One last chance to see myself clearly,
and hold on to that abruptly fleeting moment,
but,
when I adjusted my worried and desperate eyes,
I could no longer see my dark wavy silhouette.
It was void.
An empty mirror looked through my solid outer shell,
and saw nothing.
I looked down at my hands,
attempting to unravel the puzzling circumstance.

I too, saw nothing...

The floor beneath my feet started to tremble,
raising an ear piercing screech.
The gold lined window casing stretched and morphed,
leaving the glass without holding edges.
The pane drops,
crashing into the sink below.
Broken glass raises into the air, pieces of the woman in the lavender dress appear in the separate shards,
and the entire room disintegrates.

I am left...

Surrounded by a blank, cold atmosphere of white.
Alone, and with nothing,
I walk.
Forever...
© Kyle Fisher
Jayanta Jun 2015
Some time Life is like a dark room,
Indiscernible indulge to intuit incurring infusion
Infusion of irrelevant and irregular,
Leads to a moment of disappointment and despondent!
*
But when light penetrate
Everything becoming vivid - vivacious
and set up Valve to visions!    
**
Allow light to break in and spread all over.......  
Make everyone spirited and shunt for
Peace and progress!!!
On the occasion of international year of light -2015 !
i see you
looking at me,
smiling at me;
i see you everywhere.
no,
i'm not hallucinating.
you're just on my mind
thinking of how you look like
so vivid like
it's real.
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