"fluidic" poems
Given up, deluxe in Essex
Cornwall, seaside Fortress
Stonehenge, felt the Vortex
One Vision, one idle Apex
Kiss the Haven Sanctum ******
Diligently Lingers the Finger Remix
Vibrate the ring tho Rung Her Nexus
Into New Blue , You beg the Context
Of seeming NonSense, hum my Edifice
I'll give You This, oh humble Tread
I've past the Veil, many lives I've Led
Memory to Full to sustain, Unfurled
This Nomenclature not of this World
Do you want Me? Come then, Explore
Rich, sweet, then Sour, Drink More
Intoxicate, bubbled deep risen the Core
She is Ancient, She is bled, of Iron Ore
Cleanse your Palette, taste must never
Mix, or coagulate, congeal, or Root
Fluidic Fauna, Flower Sauna, Resolute
Cleanse, release into Her, Ashen Soot
Absolute Sanctuary, must enter, Barefoot
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
i am drowning in your many waters
sea and sky reversed
like an inside-out TV
looking up into the depths of your you-ness
i want to be deeper
i want to go deeper
i want to know deeper
i want to we deeper
i want to wear your body like a self
and look at me
which is you
the mirror is the door
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 7:32 PM UTC
*With Wings Of Mayhem Covered In September Dew,
She Flies Under The Autumn Sun On An Holiday Overdue,
Through Holographic Designs & Trumpeting Ecstasy,
She Transmutes Her Photographic Lusts Into Riveting Intimacy,
Lightning Visions In Her Empyrean Eyes,
Dreamscaping She Drifts Through Ethereal Skies,
Of Toxic Sanctums & Pulsating Screams,
She Titillates The Trance Up In Her ****** Schemes,
Myriad Stories Of Her Sonnets Divine,
Constructing Fluidic Reveries In Her Comic Design,
Like Chemical Dispersals Veiled In Her Digital Stains,
She Formulates Aphrodisiacal Elixir In Her Lyrical Rain,
Through Dimensional Shifts Of The Fractal Waves,
Her Cosmic Prophecies Actualize Into Sacramental Raves,
A Genomic Felony Concealed Inside Her Superficial Caves,
With Acoustic Muteness In Her Green Shaded Eyes,
As She Gleams Through The Millennial Skies,
In Melodious Echoes, She Whispers Of Arcane Lies.
- 05:28 AM*
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
simply complex pieces of string strung together
you and i, the two of us
colours added in a euphoric mix
of what is and what ought to be….
strands of speech
fluid actions
i feel the f l o w of you over me
a woman of colours
I want to colour you
your blank canvas
my ******** strokes
you are my mood
my muse
my motion
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 8:14 AM UTC
Time is a raindrop
Falling separately
Never landing in the
Same location.
But puddling in an
Inevitable
gathering
of
Singugular continuity.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
The Rabbits hand weaved on the circulation
of the air, vivid rainbows were eroding from
his palms. I tried to catch them but in vain I
was slumbered within a vacuum of nothingness.
I sneezed and the rabbit had evaporated into clouds
above my reflections. Tick-Tock went the clouds.
like they were counting down to the inevitable
disablement of there being, I bathed in there innards.
My Conciseness was assaulted with this kaleidoscope
of tiny speculation drumming inwards soaking me
with uncensored reality. I was awaking to a hued
refection that I didn't want to inevitably react too.
I pondered momentarily, then took a partaking to that
which like an ocean waved upon my cognition.
I was once again flustered in the degradation of all that
was reality as it disintegrated in to fluidic chaos.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
PROLOGUE –
Silliness becomes a later suffering, if only tinkered by potion –
PART I –
A contractual moment whilst halos best remain hung on the hat rack since devils taste so much better. Bitter but belated, ritual yet related, so to in avoidance, fleeing anything that’d mimic life, “ideal;” perfect being a, “nine-five,” during which, “monkeyed with,” comes to a peak and a valley’s once more, a lack of control. A tailspin wherein one truth can become just a shy more intangible mere seconds later – We can see it, we can smell it and we can almost touch it – so allows the specter, the hand holding drink, and later, permitted, for our nakedness to play once more.
PART II –
Four more down and a few gin-fueled gestures later, we stumble upon but one edible truth, an apple and, “sin,” repeated thousand-fold – so succumbs you and a parallel I atop our empty and, “precious,” wants carnal. We masticate and learn to destroy the TV – naked, begrudged and bent over the boxes we worship. We annihilate the machines. We profane the dependencies; placation and participation wrought this artificial coercion, once a friend and now an object – a disdain, a thievery, a prison, vicarious and to be avoided by all costs.
PART III –
Human interaction and fluidic free choice soon become the new, “in,” the primal addiction amongst the bottles of tequila, ***** and plain-old beer. Our grinning, in the flesh and not in pixel, must and will rise like the places we’ve so very poisoned. Here and now, we care. We have to care, because if we don’t, it’s all for nothing. So we top the night twisted, simply breathing, where the smog isn’t seen, but it’s there. We top the night tethered, where the rain doesn’t burn, it believes. And we top the night innocent, and among stars, both in the sky and entangled the heart beating my right,
EPILOGUE –
For the time being, just being, where all seemed right, a little twisted, but wiser nonetheless.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
We are in a abundance of fluidic obscurity.
Tidal forces collect the stones of creation
weaving them upon the shores
of static boulders.
Melodic in there rhythmic causality.
Caught in the gravitational flow
within the onyx oceans of forever.
There are ripples in the static, migrating.
Luminous moments breath below
the murkiness stirring life.
Where a crest of nihility
washes many away, but life lingers.
Like fireflies they perforate the tides
of eternity, breathing for moments
before expelling there beauty,
to once again create elegance in a sea of darkness.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
I'll never be solid with the fluidic
relationship of our evaporation.
I lapse towards you never wanting
to be without a touch, but I fall.
Why cant a embrace you without letting
you go, before we graze momentarily.
But in our sorrow a gleam of light shimmers,
and I linger between fluidic and rainbows.
I just want to fall towards you, but this is
a silent gaze never reaching you whole
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC
To find the serenity of the motherly womb, to submerge in the fluidity of silence, here one can learn to honor their experience of life as a precise pronouncement of each moment, and sense ALL presence as if it were in suspended animation… One must release, let go and dive into the unknown to seek out undercover, underwater….braced and insulated in its deep protective cocoon. To cross through the boundary of known (air) into unknown (water) one must accept the transmutation of the senses which naturally accentuates and morphs our awareness, mainly allowing one to experience the perception of time not as an intangible lightness but rather as an encompassing heaviness of each moment (the timelessness of the moment).
It is in the stillness of this immaculate silence that one can recognize and revel in this Power so mystifying, The Power of complete fluidic unity, The harmony of moving together as ONE. Here is the revelation revealed and the recognition unquestionable. It is here in this spiritual space where one has truly submitted oneself to honor GOD’s immaculate depths.
Within this acknowledgement one becomes able to appreciate the irrefutable resemblance and likeness of this experience to the unity of the shifting energies expressed in the Ethers that is GOD above. There is no fear of wandering aimlessly as you are now moving with the coherence of the cosmic tides forever. In this rapture one experiences transcendence and drifts profoundly in the Knowingness.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
Reflections of calmness and turbulence,
Mirroring the phases of life with clarity
Flowing along streams, rivers, creeks and oceans-
Carrying along with it, the folklore of humanity,
Sometimes muddy and crystal clear in other places.
Shallow at times and somewhere unexplored depths;
Calm and flowing with ease; whereas strong undercurrents,
Also, threatening to wash away the natural habitat;
The duality of the calm and fury unfathomed-
The very essence of life can wreak havoc for humanity,
Its fluidity can take the shape of the vessel it’s in
Making way for travelers in ships, and also drowning them;
Its depths thriving with millions of forms of life,
Also can become a grave for the same life on earth;
Never have we been able to tame it or understand,
Sometimes icy cold and sometimes boiling with rage,
It has the power to even wear away the strongest of barriers;
It’s in being fluid that lies the strength to endure everything,
Embrace and resist all the challenges of life with fluidity.
Traverse the ups and downs that life has to offer,
Make it the confluence of all the experiences good and bad;
Wash away the barriers along the way with the undercurrents,
As your strength lies in the fluidic course that you choose.
© Amitav (Radiance)
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
Lost in the fluidic movements of Keats
Feeling each line, steady rhythm ‘n beats
Sending my head spinning, beautiful tune
Swooning all love-struck hooked on the spring moon
Glancing gay-fully over hill ‘n yon
Silently anticipating
the breaking of dawn
brought back in a flourish reading aloud
tears well up as I destroy this old shroud
keeping me locked up so tight…life, no air
thinking repeating rhyming couplets
lead only to despair
but here is a romantic from days past
creating lovely pictures that do last
with only his words, ink, quill, and parchment
thoughts, ideas, love, being different,
setting them free on wings of written word
allowed then to soar, spectacular bird
then to perch on tongues of well-spoken men
let loose on the world, set free once again
travelling sounds delighting each sweet ear
giving peace to downtrodden… far, and near
offering some solace to the forlorn
on the darkest and coldest dreary morns
these sounds which fly so high, brighten the sky
swirl in the mouths of our loves when we die –
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
Tempo of rhyme that has a distinct
taste of perpetual numbness.
Where the rhythm of our moments
counted down in numeric breathes.
Antiquated concepts as in the fluidic
verses of where we are,
Where we were,
and our culmination.
Momentary between noise and silence.
We are all constructs of visible passing,
within all are finite chimes
in the existence in eternity.
The chimes of passing never really ring,
But shatter within, ending our time.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
Glamorous promises
Elusive lies
Slip through your lips
A broken sigh
Troubled exhalation
Escapes my lungs
Trembling hands
Pleading touches
Weakens the will to hold
Teary eyes
Realize
Redden with despise
Fluidic hair as the wind rushes
Feelings dissipate
Nothing is left, just expired mushes
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC
Human body
71% liquid
The earth surface
71% water
My life
71% tears
My plans
71% fluidic
My dreams
71% moist
My thoughts
71% watery
People I met
71% flowing
In finding remaining 29%
71% life is passing...
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
Grey blankets the sky,
Cradled sun is winter rapt,
Life waiting to spring.
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
One is a poet of verse,
no longer entangled
by past misconceptions.
I'm a man of fluidic verse,
I weave the mentions
of my reflections on reflective verse.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
In a world of how's and why?
Open the doors of your heart,
be always grateful,
why shy?
In the poison of pain,spread the nectar of love like a fluidic dye.
Let it flow in continuous supply,
Why can't you try?
Be happy,
Smile to the world with a Hello or a Hi!
See the world smile back in reply.
Why shed a teardrop or give a sigh,a shrill,a wail or a cry?
Oh my!
Subdue the demons,
ain't we humane,so then why?
Why target and then rectify?
Why argue then justify?
Why dismiss then deny?
Forgiving spirit is what you can imply,
You never know when time will fly.
Hey there! girl and guy,
Life's precious!
Gives reasons enough to open your arms wide upto the sky.
With eternal gratitude soar high.
why can't,
every minute be a moment of joy?
turning into memories that one can forever enjoy.
© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
Aug 27, 2022
Aug 27, 2022 at 1:40 PM UTC
Some can not shed a
thought
reflecting
in the pools of there
subconscious
What seemed
fluidic
malleable
neither applied to this
it was a skin of
rigid refection.
If one does not open the regressive
estuaries of the
cognitive
reality they wonder in,
needing to shed the epidermis
of retired outdated reflections.
Like a tainted mirror they will
slowly fade from the fluid of
mankind's endless potential.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 6:54 AM UTC
Changes in the water
Seems like it's a flood of fluidic thoughts of mirrored doubt
Hate ranges from learned to raucous
The breath that engages warfare
Makes people cautious
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC