#kaleidoscope
Ticking clocks paint the air with time
Zippers drag slow with a mellow chime
Graffiti walls whisper in neon hues
Skateboards cruise under psychedelic blues
Theremin cries like a ghost in the night
Squeaky floors sing in a flickering light
Dulcimers hum a kaleidoscopic trance
City bones shake with its cosmic dance
Dreams drip down in tie-dye streams
Stardust heavy like shattered beams
Baby scratches echo
The bass unfolds
The universe spins in colours untold
Moon winks as the streets come alive
Vibrations hum through technicoloured eyes
Broken tiles sing beneath our feet
Melodies thrive where chaos meets
Time slows down in this painted maze
Eyes wide open in a lucid haze
Clock hands melt feral and free
A symphony born in graffiti debris
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
A lilly gazed
Within a kaleidoscope
Becomes psychedelic
Yet remains itself
sweet mist of rainbows
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 6:58 AM UTC
For you, I am an artist,
My art is music,
My art is love.
For you, I am a soldier,
My duty is guarding,
My duty is protecting.
You lost someone special,
I'm an addition new,
Do not worry, dear,
I'm here to stay here.
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 10:19 AM UTC
with a can of spray paint.
I tag my name across the wall of your heart.
my love for you condensed,
shaken up, expanding through
the burst of a nozzle.
swirls of tie-dye,
colliding in pink monochrome and blue.
Vibing, tripping.
After spray freckles tiptoe as high as my arm will reach.
And as low as my knee will allow.
chaos drips in small bubbles soon to dry.
Running through rough open spaces
Where paint used to be.
condensed circles, widening out to bigger circles.
your heart my canvas.
there is no such thing as running out of room.
the best things in life overlap and cross over
into each other.
my name splashed monochrome.
shaken up, expanding through
the burst of a nozzle.
I am swirling in love.
In every shade and in every hue.
coloring outside the lines.
your heart's a kaleidoscope
intertwined between the space of my fingers.
Life imitates art.
Art imitates love.
I imitate you.
Jul 9, 2024
Jul 9, 2024 at 5:17 PM UTC
For you, I am an artist.
My art is music.
My art is love.
For you, I am a soldier.
My duty is guarding.
My duty is to protect.
You lost someone special.
I'm a new addition.
Do not worry, dear.
I'm here to stay now.
Dec 31, 2023
Dec 31, 2023 at 9:29 AM UTC
pictures from
this new telescope
unveiled
glimpses of
an early universe
in spirals
clusters
and clouds
of colour
amidst
an ever-changing
luminescent haze
stretched across
the bespeckled
vastness of black;
a cosmic dance
of light
through time
and space
both answering
and posing
countless potentials
even so
it is difficult
not to compare
these images
with what
can be seen
by looking through
a child's kaleidoscope
Jul 25, 2022
Jul 25, 2022 at 3:02 PM UTC
kaleidoscope, hanging rope
so many options, so many ways to go
but so many ways to fall
can you handle my all
I guess only time knows
time is so fickle but so are my fears
time is so riddled with endings
that's why I keep you near
interlaced, preventing heartbreak
but no matter the amount of effort the sum is pain
so I worship the rain in my dry spell
I focus on the power in myself
to stand tall and plan for the many ways I can fall
I wish the best for myself
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 9:35 AM UTC
.
Captured breaths
within the
moments in time.
Broken snapshots
frozen almost...
Solid yet fragile
and so brittle.
Fractured and frail
but in many ways,
perfect.
.
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 12:18 PM UTC
You are a kaleidoscope my child
A glimpse into the multitude of colours
That shine brightly like the stars
Every angle that it is twisted in
Forms a new magnificent presence
Celebrate your mistakes today
For they are not what they seem
They celebrate you, a masterpiece
Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 5:07 PM UTC
We're all a little mad
In this world of spinning dreams.
Where teardrops turn to waterfalls,
And fate's determined by the sea.
We're all a little crazy
In this field of life and love.
With winding roads and rabbit holes,
And things you wouldn't dare speak of.
We're all a bit insane
Each dealt a different hand to play.
Though we shuffle the deck of cards,
The Queen of Hearts will still remain.
We're all a bit bizarre
In this place of mystery.
For time ticks faster, faster still,
A kaleidoscope like history.
We're all a little weird
Like Cheshire grinning ear to ear.
But in this Wonderland of Life,
Grand adventures find us here.
©KSS 8/2015
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 1:01 PM UTC
For you, I am an artist,
My art is music,
My art is love.
For you, I am a soldier,
My duty is guarding,
My duty is protecting.
You lost someone special,
I'm an addition new,
Do not worry, dear,
I'm here to stay here.
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 5:18 AM UTC
Poems which rhyme are written with rhythm in the ears,
Poems which do not are written with kaleidoscope in the eyes.
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 11:00 PM UTC
In your eyes, I see a contrast of hues that paint the windows of your soul like stained glass paints the inner walls of a church in the early rays of morning - a kaleidoscope of heavenly light.
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 6:22 PM UTC
your crystal eyes
a kaleidoscope
crisp colors changing each day
like stained glass
these patterns pass
reflecting light in a most beautiful way
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
I put back
our broken pieces
differently...
So everytime you look,
you'll find a new 'Us'...
I paint myself
each time with
an untouched
part of your soul
So the beauty of our love,
is captured within us...
And everytime you feel,
you'll find my heart
fostering the love
for you differently!
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC
the oak trees branches
cast their shadows; forming a
kaleidoscope show.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 12:13 PM UTC
Cold
relentless
rain.
An
un-tuned
late night
drumming
play.
It
cleanses
the day’s
depressing
gray.
And
brings to life
those
*****
puddles.
Where
city lights
ride
the ripples.
A
kaleidoscope
of
sound
and
color.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
There's crumbs, all over my computer, all over my pants, all over
Me
Entropy, the natural state is it?
Humans attempting to force the unnatural?
The little graham ******* crumbs,
nothing keeping them together
anymore
But still, each individual crumb upon my lap houses millions of billions of trillions of
Individual pieces, that house
And so on and So forth
Till you get to atoms
And eventually,
quarks
But, is it worth,
Looking, thinking, so infinitesimally small
When,
We've got bigger matters on our plate?
Things so large, red, and shiny, that they take up all the space
Except the little cracks that we miss,
Forget,
Or don't care about altogether
Because we've got bigger fish to fry
Right?
But then,
If we always keep chasing the dragon,
Won't we miss the shooting star lighting up the sky for just a moment?
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
Rocking your head back and forth
Disbelieving faces stare
As you cry for mercy
Quietly going insane
Dropped through the hole
Feeling nothing at all
As you saw what the world could be
Reality and fantasy kaleidoscoping
When you awoke--
The brightness was gone
Vanished from your mind
And your ideas seemed inconceivable
--to the others
Oh, the others
The disbelievers
The skeptics
The ones that refused to open their mind
Possibility spreads like a tree from a single root
But they are unable to see it
Instead, they dismiss you
Send you to the sanitarium
Where your screams of madness can be heard
Even today
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
It was when I was colorless and filled with empty hues that you found my lifeless self. The canvas that was sought after— only to stain with abstract lines resembling pain and misery— resides within me. Sweaty palms, heaving chests and hollowed hearts were the things I used to see from the people that held me close.
And there was you.. with your sweaty palms and heaving chest and hollowed heart. You came to me and broke the frame I have covered myself with to hide myself from people who have no intentions of keeping me— whose only desire is to tinge me with throes to dispose of the ache and save themselves.
But you stared at me like you are fascinated with the art that I am to exist. You gently stroked me with your loving brush of emotions and hidden feelings. You painted me the streak color of loneliness and the beauty of sadness that drives people to create masterpieces— and I was yours.
I was yours but you were never mine. The cacophonous sound of your brushes while kissing the surface of my being started to irk your ears. You splashed me the colors of blue and hate. By then, I knew I love you and I knew you don't. I was loathed for the unpleasant colors you spilled me with. And I hated myself more for loving you still as you painted me and filled me with unsightly parts of you.
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC