#eclectic
Lawrence Hall
'The electrical translator, too, is like a series of stars"
लॉरेंस हॉल विद्युत अनुवादक भी तारों की एक श्रृंखला की तरह है।
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the **** the poke,
the smell of roasting smoke,
electricity on fire,
the translstor is also guided
by the mentoring direction of
Saraswati:^
today we learned thst
creativity
is well stored, well kept,
& much beloved,
dwelling deep in the coda of the internet,
and s-un-surprisingly
~~~~
She is a she,
especially in
Hindi
वह एक औरत है,
खासकर हिंदी में
vah ek aurat hai,
khaasakar hindee mein
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 3:30 PM UTC
An electric force,
more resonant than
ten thousand suns
filtered a rhythm,
from universal fabric
the tear caused a glimpse,
into the infinite
he the sinner, he saw a star
something beyond the chains
and far from misery
catch this electric
and vibrate it from
your fingers
an electric frequency
more confident
than doubt
venture forward,
and trust in time
this magic force
of
synchronicity
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 8:24 PM UTC
eclectic that's how I'd describe myself
different from the rest
not in a pick me way
just in a way that I don't even try
and I'm different
I don't do it to impress someone
I like poetry and writing
I like wearing bold and eccentric makeup
I like wearing heaps of homemade jewelry
I like being me
I like laughing loud and hard
until I can't breathe
I like acting weird
and driving my parents crazy
from my quirky acts of love
I like being myself so hard
that only the real ones stay
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC
Golden olive arab eyes
Gods only know that look belies
Raw emotions there residing
A force, to rival time or tide
Or maybe just a passing thought of passion from ago
Anadulterated love or hate
Her capacity for each, so great
Mercurial, maternal journal
Of passing days with eyes alit
On fire, in frenzy, champs at bit
Or maybe she'll just dance
Or sing a song, puff on her ****
Shes fine as **** in nets or thong
But classy, unlike wiry roughnecks
Trying to tag along
My goddess of the cradle,
She'll send me to my grave
From hair breaths,
A hairs breadth before I drown in satin
Her love shines through like bright white linen,
She lights me up
In prayers, in sinnin
Frantically, she gives her all
She spends herself
Heeds every call
For help they ask and ask and take
Dont tell her that love conquers all
She knows thats ****
And shes no doll of fragile porcelain,
She'll fall and bounce right back but better
Howd i ******* go and get her
To fall for me, cause im no catch
A schlub from that ol black gold patch
An angel, just like Lucifer
Was, upon a time
She sees in me what I can't see
And when those eyes are cast on me
I wither like the ashes of burnt paper
Or my life
I hope some day she'll let me (if i were her, i wouldnt, bet me)
Make my queen my love-ed wife
...
J Nc 12-31-19
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 8:13 AM UTC
In the kitchen,
......fragrance is eclectic......in spices
fresh, some stewing with other ingredients...garlic
ginger, and bits of pork, and shrimp paste, blending
flavors in boiling coconut juice...sliced eggplants, cut string
beans, squared squash, and squash blossoms will be dropped
soon................in a separate pan, fish is deep fried...
joining this redolence, is
the smell of plucked sweetsop tree leaves, and dry grass,
touched by rain.....raindrops shyly tip-tap on the hot roof,
flowing down on the eaves, dripping sparingly, softly hits
the steaming creviced grounds....a hushed sound follows...
red, blue, brown, beige roofs adorn the graying horizon...
too early for thunder and lightning...gray clouds hang low
...more tears from Heaven threaten to flow
the front garden beckons...awaits to be rearranged
.....peach, purple, mauve and verdant colors surround
........there's music! the air is rich with a mix of sounds:
the neighbor's washing machine is running...cats are meowing,
purring, the rooster keeps crowing...seems, dog is vocalizing,
a pleasant crescendo...as water in the basin overflows...
...i could see invisible arrows, leading me...seeming didactic
...where to go, what to do, this morning so eclectic
...but.....
i savor what remains of a late breakfast of red sausages,
......and the smell of almost gone coffee...so pleasant, as
drying bubbles cling to the rim of the mug......electric fans
are turned towards the table.....to dispel hot, humid air,
........plates are ready......there is always cooked rice,
...........lunch is served.
Sally
Copyright August 27, 2017
rrab
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
Consumed by the diversity of one infinite reason to live
She's under the wave of a thousand pains, but the desire to breathe, it's
So much stronger than the need to no longer be, and then suddenly
All at once she's on fire, flying higher, one breathing, eclectic queen
Everything her eyes fall upon is healing, and becoming something
Her wings spread as her beliefs begin to mend, and the future once again becomes promising
This world is continuing to fall apart and she's growing through its heart
But the moment she blossoms will be the day our universe restarts
To continue to expand your horizon, you only have to be honest
Open and caring, loving and daring, let your passions fly and find solace
In the chaos of time and space, there is hidden poetry here and she hopes someday they will find wholeness.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC