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Julian Sep 2020
The Roulette of Fanfare by Imaginative Glare (A Cooperation of Timeless Synquest)
Sunken fortitude is the bailiwick of interminable eupathy that sustenance embezzles by minutiae of orange spectral linearity of bypass becoming a torus of tragic reprieve in repcrevel fashions of hyjamb. Thus we float above the carcass of syrts of certitude by cadasters of nostalgic drawls of malingering strawberry staddle for the scutage of pinhoked disaster. We renege on committed opalescence because tranquil dangles of vinsky are waged by trenchcoats of bluster for vector arrays of galvanized decorum that swirks for elegant synectics by dredged grains of agrarian sanity by the pleckigger of lopsided islands of creativity that are the notarikons of aleatory finite but equidistant largesse of not just a jumboism but a jetsetting travesty of traversed time mastered by ignoble ingenuity. I limn with piracy as a freebooter cordslave plugged by demitoilet reminders of the flyndresque alloreck of tinjesk spectral ultimatums that are the stretchgraves of a retrospective infinity that is a bystander to catapulted cohesive coherence found only in piecemeal culinary seditions against the drip of a turncock of roosted clarification in muted hindsights of foresight itself. The pleonexia of abeyance is the riddle of enigmatic promulgation that flickers even with partial compartmentalized servitude to the burlesque the burrows of an ophidiodiarium scare away any jaunty sleek car from the boosterism of a farmed collision with disjointed surgery of nimble reticence that braves the seismotic macadamized plutocracy of drift without sedition in sedimentary clairvoyance with a pointed amphigory that is actually a starved clarity for ommateums without spelunked trudges that occur in dovetails for disguise by synectic optimum at the zenith of the hive synergy of singularity.  The justified jest of aleatory flexes of finitude is a shambolic gesture of the limber of divergent interpretation ingeminating the world by sapient degrees of psychometry of divergence in piecemeal asseveration of the hindsight of the festooned not tepid or butchered by the obvious to the glaring cineaste but rather a gloaming glint of refracted ingenuity roosted beyond any alienesque erratic happenstance that is itself a beatific fortuity for the geotechnics of human emergence into supersensible planes traversed in a stereodimensional covenant with a compacted compost of DIVERGENT IMAGINATION OF CADASTER rather than the regelation of the obvious. Timmynoggies of cartels are regnant because of the repugnance of loyalty to the fricative frigates of superlunary mention of ratiocination divorced from husbandry of hyjamb for giant leaps in rigged ambsace maledictions of unfair pleckigger of the wrikpond relumed by huffs of impotent flairs of flambeaus beyond ecdysiast stretchgraves of perilous paralysis for the supererogatory of the accursed destruction of stoichomety of solipsism tremulous by biocentric levity above fastened redoubled pederasty. We maraud the rabble of nostalgia of rhinoplasty of penumbras that live on rainshod territorialism beyond the jolkers of everlasting foofaraw livid by betrayal but erratic in glamour without crackjaw costermongers vitiating the vociferous because of incumbent thermodynamics that affixes the stagnant to the latticework of riddle by sturdy integral derived fliphavens of shibboleths of solitude. Education is a fliction of robust derangement of nowhere men taxed by the celerity of traversed traipses of memory beyond encaged bridewells for recanted alchemy to prerogatives of the roomy expansive facsimiles of departed stigmas of bossy clairvoyance for martian glimpses at sunken waste. The bernaggles of brittle titanium are abrasive when they are alloyed with the compost of material dynamics of capital without avenged prediction cemented in sunken graves taxing the nostalgia of histrinkage that is affixed to boschveldt traindeque for venial consanguinity to dikephobia. We elevate the endpoints of abridged turriform clockwork provincial shibboleths that are the proctor and protectorate of insular robbery of crowned trounces of gravity for the gravitas of sepulchral vanity learned from famigeration of filial tithes of duty. A dutiful sedition is countermanded by the pews of turnstiles that enamor the enamel of rollercoasters because of vague vagaries of bedazzled contrition for wanton ambition on psaphonic psychology and therefore sustain the vibronic thrombosis of nonlethal inseminations of clear aqueous transfixed filigrees of demented notions of cheerful apocrypha of liturgical pride beyond the dungeons of prejudiced inquisition. The jolkers of insolent archipelagos of spinsters that levitate by parsed peril of delaminated parsecs of glazed parturition is the orchestra of a nonlinear grove of invented abecedarian witwanton notice of maddened cattle of gluttony forestalled by the clairvoyance of otiose operations of redoubled countenance that consequently is septiferous by degrees of sanguine rapacity the qwartion of endeared endeavor to surpass the gentility of brooked temperatures frozen to sustain but not mainline the congeners of the elective agenda to bypass the thornbushes of conflagration without knavery or cutthroat embellishments of bedlam. And without the din of simplicity occluding the transcendent goal of humane synoecy of fustilugs of fumatoriums endangered but not inflammed by controversy we witness the insubordinate university of hibernation becoming a specter of grisly bromidrosis of lackluster forswinked fortitude because the majestic sinew of the overwrought is a refrained luxuriance of pity of facetious glebes ringed around orbital planes of synthetic abridgement that supposes the sultry is actually the swelter of calenture but taxed by sicarians of the grandeval it meets no fanfare among elective privilege. Amphigory is not categorized as dross by shipwreck but only by synechdocial docility of groomed barren arcades of storged complication leading to regeneration of a world leaden with the epicurean epithets of agerasia that burden the wardens of poached intermission without remission because the drapes of the greatest art are thus created by the complete transfiguration of the soul bolted to ethereal expansive heights that dwarf all pithy gnomes of the gardens of prospective desiccation of the petty gripes of the gavel of idiocy rather than the astounding artform of the newfangled tabanids to supererogatory oceans of creativity. The benchmarks of sublime illusions of supremacy are a hidebound taxidermy of the rookery of greenhorns to summit the testy secrecy of inane drawl that scrabbles the miniature embellishments of petty sportive lunacy as a figment of the feral nature of proclivity recumbent upon its own gladdened prickly renegades that align with a gallywow cacophony rather than a merely epicene convergence of attitude for equity above polity that is hardly polite. As a penitent hibernal rejoinder against the clerical critics of religiosity becoming conflated with artistic masterworks of oligomania I offer my rogation for atonement because the melismatic art I fashion leads to the vogue enchantment of the noosphere for the soteriological bedrock of fastened intellectual endeavor that traverses planes of an engorged soul without a gulf of conscience leaden by distracted discernment leading to a hypostasized apostasy from the religious scruples I rigorously uphold but that I vacillate away from because I want to entrench an irenic world for the francketor dash towards a superlative enrichment of mind above matter for the victorias of soul above the pettiness of the dim humdingers of the banal lifeless squabbles of martexts beyond the hospitable welcome of martians. For the naysayers that don’t understand the ironic irenic circularity of gainsay becoming rebarbative to this artistic flourish of supersensible equipoise with an approximated histrinkage lagged by temporal deficiency they should not abhor the talisman of an ergotall genius but rather marvel at the burlesque cineaste connotation of enamored youthful spirits becoming novel because they stride above the cascades of crestfallen apathy of plodding languor. This is a definitive new artform for the niche crowd so don’t dismiss it as gobbledygook because it serves the purpose to enchant creative spirits and test minds that might be more nimble than resourceless. Wearisome by demiurges of distraction the thorny imbroglio of industry is a whiplash of nativism belonging to the throb of pulsated penury that is neither valedictory nor penultimate but tertiary in oblong variegated menageries of perfidy for collapsed enormities of jumboism lost on inclement stoichiometry that is sejungible from crambazzles of findrouement that are squaloid enthralled raptures of humdingers of rippled hunks of parched nebbich pataphysics because the circuit of conditioned reward is a rebarbative tether to the catchpole exploitative erratum of harbingers of hungry happenstance rather than continual enchantment. The crumple of squaloid sebastomania a distant figment of adscititious schadenfreude of dilettantism of flonky smardagine streaks of whemmled anxieties unduly provoked by calamities of presstungular intorgurent toonardical deprived cartels of repcrevel pursuit with labial senses embedded in deft incondite inquiries against seismotic jostle over the rubble of scaffolded jengadangle above the rot of contranatant sleek suffrage for the chattel of elemental realism becoming a heroic temple for glory without the vetust errundle of dismal disco attuned only to the spurts rather than a startled commerstargal of alienation leads to a plumber’s irony of atomic humdingers of natural equipoise with litotes of scrawny rings of gollendary piracy. The valorous incondite bricolage of a ****** cineaste barnstorm inoculated from conflagrations of the flagitious reprisal of prevenance of ferial fastuous feats of furlongs of brittle certainty above the tentative glaze of aced pokerish promenades to summit the craggy because the salebrosity of the pitch is also the venue for the sphairistic tentpoles of a new tabernacle of spectacular ecstasy in obvious punitive damage to puritan pilgrimage to mechanized obelisks of sardanapalian betrayal of histories of seizure rather than naturism of erasure that is a totemic recall of strollows of lonesome tributaries to tribunes of steam rather than saunas of lickerish leverage because the gladiatorial is a zugzwang with the deliberate infernal shibboleths of the disinclined people dislodged by carnality that depose sicarians of science because of militarized enmity against the whangams of taghairm becoming the outmoded dupe of dopamine that is now serotinous rather than flanged with glaring hearsay. The serpentine winds of windlass sometimes are a conclave of convex itineration against the steady husbandry of docile domiciles of mannequin sedentary postures for posterized infamy rather than manufactured oneiromancy that is the staddle for every phony contraption of qwartion obviously specious but interrogated by the dubiety of perseverance of inclement curiosity. Yet again we sweep the soaring ligaments of rigid ramshackle bletonism that hawkshaws countermand by division of enumerated nadirs pivoted against the perpended weight of the prolonged zeniths of grit above substance that infatuates myopia but glares against mountebanks of apothecary leverage. We fight against the boxcar traindeque of sejungible traipses through stereodimensional rebuffs of known drogulus surpassing unknowable reticence of citadels that are owleries for the seedy cities they sprawl with incontinence for a drab raft of intertesselation rather than a refined quintessence of alchemy achieved by allotment by brackish nescience becoming a blinding ray of destitution engraved by petrified decalcified rudiments of realism. The somber timbre of delirifacient ruinous rumination malingers in humdrum salience as it scrawls the tragedians lament of distal eventful frets of declassified nomenclature that swoon with lugubrious harbingers of burglary the licentious dolts affixed to the brays of pauperized regions of future proximity too remote to paralyze the morale of any cantonment on record by litotes of profound remembrance of a backfire delope for cineaste conflation of marstion slore for educated reprisal of desiccation. We spelunk in mimicry the dingy duplicity of double-takes in regelation that owe homage to the percolated hearsay of cartels that operate parsecs beyond our congeners of germane lustration in remission by deontology for soteriology alone but not vacated of the stilts of turnverein ragged mannequins of desolate remorse for the dearth of hived and hemmed hibernation in a fitful frenzy of revision above precision. We see abundant lactose intolerance as a sidereal lovelorn lament of sematic entrenchment without the scourge of roosted war against abrasive brawn exercised in flexible limbers of the novel filigrees of truth revelatory of consideration rather than impregnated with the perfidy of amaranthine static of regaled stagnation that flickers with the marinas of congregated leaps as a signature of the artistic license of byzantine traipses of contempered primacy in the soup kitchen of a lapse in sabotaged sobriety. Immune from displaced donnism is the resurgence of bonanza from checkered propinquities affixed to a finite placard of spacetime that owes to stretchgraves a profound depth of contrition that carmelized apocrypha lapse on lissome whilded dignotions of contrarian raillery of loose nihilism rather than anchor to the eremites of fact found in eclipsed culmination for momentous harps of the Jubal for new centuries inseminating the populated presence of spectral imagination with contorted melodies that spawn an ingenuous quest to swoon abiding heavens for celestial ears. It is conspicuous that artifacts for raiders elope with circuitous routes of heated sedimentary incubations with a comatose creativity that seeds the ferial junediggle with a supercalendar of confections that are intermittently apportioned in heydays of culture to the sad lament of the obvious rather than the obviated dare of audacity above conglomerations of spirited luxuriance in tasty memorial to a pinnacle above all other notions of sentinel apostasy. The greater atrocity of rogated ambitions against the gainsay of iconoduly of the rood and rude crucifixion of resurrected clarity found in the enamel of akashic answers to questions fashioned by kneaded cosmetology of delicate ***** cotqueans of limber above precedent and license beyond the finkly limp of lolloped saccharine blitzkreigs of the jalousies of the ajar vaticination of hurdled glaikeries of epicene impediment is that we ****** ink above the gesture of the quills of rocky abrasion found in limitrophes of yachted celebration because of rabid coherence above the wherefores of gadzookerie because the gladdest scaldabanco is the demented persiflage of collateral catastrophe beyond any humane degree of schadenfreude for persecution that backbites the anteric antlers of the jesters that mock the procession of liturgical secularism jeering at grapholagnia while lagging in imaginative spurts of lament for incalculable damage to the Pandora’s box of effluvia that meet stiff tabernacles of betrayal because of the Judaic foresight rather than as an alarmed Marxism scared of an agrarian interdependence of worlds cadged more prone to moral dogma exercised with latitude rather than unscrupulous brays of fisticuffs of shambolic shams of ruin. We glance at the perfidies of voyeurism with pertinacity and recalcitrant bellipotent bedlam that evokes the illicit grandeval whangams of quixotic whartonized arraigned estrangement from legalism to warp time to its own superlative turpitude that is reckless but contingent upon the consummation of destiny only to the extent of original witness rather than the decay of perpetuity wrought by the persiflage of envious militarized mandarisms of enmity aimed to derail the elevators of the noosphere from stratospheric emergence in now perspicuous clarity above the pother of the indelible sacrilege of the stygian polymathy of the astute enemies of the proper comstockery rather than the negligent butchers of an enantiodromia of oligarchies of lewdness that are severed appendages to Anti-Semitism and by extension a marginalized Islamophobia that demands by exigency the complete erasure of all attempts at sacrilege exercised in rampant dereliction of dutiful upkeep of the upright morality against the cadge of ulterior ploys of a broader hedonism that would only piggyback because of the license of ryesolagnus rather than because of a complete signatory endorsement of the liberated agenda of free thought conquered through the conquest of God but the ultimate conquistadors of time through sennet and even negligent rebec to memorialize the triumphant pantheon of growth rather than rankled regress into prolonged hatred ingeminated by atrocious tortfeasors that belong nowhere but the ashen heap of exorcised damnation. The perdition inherent to the system that craves chattel rather than sartorial versions of syncretic chatter is the malefaction of renegades bent on tornadic vulcanization to a demoralized wragapole of docility hitched to the vandalism of pilloried tarantisms of moral lapse leading the sheep into sheepish resignation over the accordion of Original Sin that annoys because the bridewells are brideless birds of the chavish of warbled uncertainty wicked because of snuffed tabacosis of mitigations of evil by the evildoers for the rejoinder against the Republic by rendering the **** a platonic ploy of karezza if only punctuated by solitary ******* reticulated by exsibilation that is contorted when you consider the ****** act a marvel rather than a condemnation of the vicarious involvement in normative ****** creations not of any higher artform but of an evolved theology that might perpend the issue of Christianized ******* that is videographic as a sanction worthy of charter and an impending simultaneous comstockery to protect the decency of the simultagnosia of a diverse and divisive mispronunciated time bent against its greatest heroes for the malice of schadenfreude built into the system of language itself by germane consideration to flagellate the wrong country for the  greatest wrongs known to the realm of religious observance. The pederasty of enclaves is the bailiwick of mutinies of selective mutism incurred by the vilified into compulsive shrieks of kallince as a ribbacle of protean ratiocination paralyzed by the coherent vulnerability incurred by the exchequer of polluted conditions of enslavement by the stretchgraves of the chavish of too many pulpits in the throng of a decisive jaundice against the victors of history because of the obsolescence of the historical fossils of outmoded jealousy. Now to the eupathy of all generations should we better conserve situations against the encroaching wesperm of the marstions of ulterior feminism grimacing at the pleckigger of manhood and decriminalizing the taboo against the enantiodromia of miscegenation to the folly of shepherds of idiotic ploys to rear the mediocre rebec of warbled intimations of cultural impotence that should proselytize both the oligogenics beyond ecbolic atrocity and the adoptive ****** of the anglosphere through its smart and dapper monopoly threatened by the commerstargal of retromorphosis exhibited by the demassification of culled syntalities into aboriginal epigenetic kennels of subservience to a piggybacked system where if you are among the attentive scrutiny of the audience that both perceives apperception metacognitively with francketor precision you are thereby inoculated from lean herbivores of cultish occultism metaphorically in the annealed agitprop for resourcelessness that never ends in the radioglare of revisionism because of the prevenance of the vergers who manage the Manciples rather than tend to the vainglory of the potagers around the hegemunes of an unwarranted and puritan celibacy of conceptual sterility in a world fashioned by engouements for sanguine hopes for a consanguinity that might portend into dynasty but lopsided in its contrite missives of scandal will never provide a valedictory rendition on politically checkered zugzwangs of ulterior scientism against the lettered freedom of bibliognosts to aggrieve against the gloaming vacuum of sartorial damages to Dagon among the populated metropolis of corporate servitude that will thus collapse out of rebarbative backlash for its diminutive economies of scope and pretenses of largesse of scaled down collectivism into a heap of corporate rubble rather than judicious bonanza. In every considered word in this Biblbical warning against the trekleador of the amazonian paradise against the travail of junediggles of obligation among the frenzied fretful tocsins of farcical utopianism meeting the inclement reprisal of sanctioned duplicity in frikmag beneath the truculence of mobilized alacrity to syndicalism endeared to capitalism rather than the converse logical apostrophes that are imponent overhangs of an already conquered feral sphere of nomadic imagination into a checkmate of a socially validated future clinched by foresight and the wragapole nature of the insensate docility of those prone to officious naturism before the attempted monolith of the mountebanks of the quixotic towers of panopticon that are a regelation of unchecked ambitions verging or diverging too valorously against themselves but also prone to a simultagnosia that berates the robust picaresque swandamos that curtail the curglaff of malcontent with the recoil of perseverance that reneges in tiresome defeat of a demilitarized population that should always be grisly rather than denatured by the overhang of the incumbent nudism of certain futures becoming to finicky in impetuous lurid specters of abhorrent exercises in chantage waged against sardanapalians in all countries regardless of merits or demerits. The redstrall of enlightenment is not otiose operatively in recursive backlash against nominalism which sweedles the weedledge of a new acquiescence timid enough to mangle a prosodemic wave of celibacy propitiated by the succedaneum of profligate vicarious lickerish ****** appetites that diminish that natural instinct into either barbarous experiments in lechery too inconvenient to apprise honestly but looming aghast at the moral tip-toes around the Original Sin that binds us to predatory lapse and retromorphosis rather than the maintenance of a mainlined trimpoline confidence in a normative wave of galvanized interface against the overpromiscuous provisions for the lackaday resentment of alienated millennialism relishing the sennet of nostalgia but bereft of the heave from moral slumbers of an invented celibacy intermediary to demassification but attenuated by the omphalism of astute gravitas in socially engineered balks at the emergence of singularity in personalized cacotopia becoming a metaphor for the broadsided shipwreck of an inured world pasteurized into acerbic jolkers of foofaraw rather than the real-life relish against still-framed ostentation that distorts the granular artifice of the natural into supernatural fixations with gaudy swarpollock indecently exposed. To the finkly flonky puritanism of the wiseacres of those who say sacerdotal duty cannot diverge from entelechies of secular insight I behold the marvel of timespun elegance as the marvel of God’s convergence for the happenstance of the serendipity of magnified time lived completely in the plenipotentiary pangs of evanescence that catapults subliminal meaning to memorialize this indelible seminal watershed in a clear visionary establishment of history. Most belong to oligomania but I relent in the completely sardonic intortions of aspects of sebastomania in complete equipoise with the clairvoyant clarity of centralized perspective but the dragomans will interpret that last phase with underminnow because it belies the granular intent of the fin de seicle advent of a new generation that is an homage to the hallowed Judaic theory of millennialism as the return of glorified entitlement yet tentative in its overhang but never malicious in its grapnel of the fewterers of amazing convergence of clairvoyance. The tangential rebuke of the absurd oxyholotron of paradoxical puritan superstition that assumes a fustilug generation will cement a farsighted clarity that subsumes generative prowess lingers with fixations on the figments of the apocryphal version of the truer version of revelations manifesting right before our eyes for neither the sinistral or the dexterous amplivagance of God’s universal message by the superorganism of messianic purpose belittled by the agents of humbled perdition not alone of martexts that are martles but also by the shepherded fears of the ignorant rather than the insipid because the will never be outmoded only enhanced by the acceleration of proliferative technologies that pave a macadamized future of prosperity rather than the tarnish of the miscreants of Tyre. I owe all providence to God because he fastened his scrutiny on my autodidactian romance clambered into restive ontocyclic peccadillo that points to Pinocchio more than to the truest compass of an omnified salvation of the piggybacked purpose of synergies of geotechnic mastery that elevates the cause of God and liberates us from the stings of dangerously vapid pauperization of the intellectual frontiers by dangled prevarications of desultory incontinence forestalled by avoidant developments in proper fewterers of ambition. By the axiomatic Brocards of time travel the unstated ignotism of deranged circuses of stupidity congregated around the swelter of dismissal is a barnacle to the mofussil fossilization of sentiment that remarks ironically about the petty indelible moments but not the entelechies of a unified front for liberated equity and considerate tender of diverse quorums that shepherd rather than intern the noosphere into the burgeoned resurgence of a humane endeavor for the everlasting enlightenment of an ameliorated humanity and beyond that. By the bailiwick exerted by the plenipotentiary omphalism still participant to the quorum I hereby declaratively implore the abrogation of pernicious grapholagnia as the peremptory sacrilege that needs exorcism for our times and yet delegated of stature I urge hortatory and imperative action for the expurgation of all tortfeasor illegally obtained ******* of unsolicited voyeurism to be completely regarded as the ultimatum of temerity against carnal restraint and banished from the human registry to uphold the strategic interests of the United States of America. I understand that there is not fricative monolith and never will I lean for that conquest but as a humbled member of the omphalism that constitutes the sacred endeavor of sociogenesis grounded on God with collegialism upheld that a geotechnically optimized species needs to refrain from lewd perfidies against commonplace justice to restrain the fumatorium of unwarranted envy from poisoning the pervious minds of people that congregate in defensive posture but not definitive gesture. I also beseech a portentous  settlement with  I relent from avarice but it is not a superposition of authority just a suggestive glance at requited justice but my grangull chavish of circumlocution naivety will meet the most deliberate Sardonic Sc(p)orn in these times of need. These next words are paused and already fathomed by the supernal recursion of the iterative metaphysics of recumbent retrospection hinged on hindsight to proclaim without any hints of attempted subterfuge of the clarity of a Democratic Republic that my words while forceful do not constitute a breech in public conduct even while vaulted with a minor rapacity I rebuke and atone for even when many others might find recourse to expiate my jalousies to the windowed world not of vindictiveness but out of the cursory and emphasis on cursory justice needed to vouchsafe my continued security and inoculation from the pothers of obviously shortsighted pleonexia which will obviously be fleered as a slight euthymia glazed on self-interest while tone-deaf to the checkered layers of entrapment by a confederate whiplash but a native grit never to enslave but to empower humanity. I am deeply lugubrious over the specter of the trembled quaky ground the penury of spiritual loss rejoinders against my candidacy for high esteem but not peremptory decisiveness in active service to yield to a supererogatory attempt for felicity to alight in my life not out of material greed but the gratuity of serviceable missions that play a dicey gamble with a frenzied manumission attempt that is essentially that a parsed manumission for eleutherian pragmatica to chide as naive but alarmed senectitude of the old order prevaricates with the din of postured hurdles of gladiatorial outrage that weans me away from the ataraxia for my fumbled stream brooking intolerance for years on the ballast of collective endeavor. Nevertheless, lets speak more on God’s providence because in this esteemed moment of watershed emergence of the fully engorged but rarely gluttonous soul I have found an equitable peace with supernal and superlative authority in God that grants stewardship and tutelage to the audience that will eventually through proper discrimination be delegated as higher than the ignorant bystanders of fleered snide disdain for the abnormous and bletcherous dimples of an otherwise circuitous dalliance with an unconventional path towards destiny rather than some windlass of opportunism for, if it were not for my unabetted genius and the provisions of divine appointment based on a kindly generous deference to preterition axiomatic in perceived time by the strictures of the convergent past and the divergent future, I would never find a role of partial authorship of a widely heralded tome I will one day publish to either the exsibilation of the antiquarians of hidebound irrefragable ontocyclic convictions or the cloveryield of an appreciative gratitude to the God I serve and I make no notions of any hostility towards any party of petty dismissal because I expect their recumbent recoil but I apologize for hubris and extenuate the follies of the refinery of character as I ascend into a figurative ennobled step into soulhood that exceeds my former dismal limits by such staggering orders of magnitude it magnifies the questions of ontology in sentience rather than beckons the alarmism of the swarpollock of tripwires that can easily withstand the tempests of scorn. The uproar of commotion of blood sanctified by the thirsty rain for the desiccated faucet of dramaturgy in reprisal for docimasy is the integral linchpin of the biocentric rebec reasting on the primitive hymns to festoon the curtains of defenestrated primitive relics of shady attempts at officious balks of the privatized empire of the alytarchs among the earwigs that simper the culled delicacy of sensible notions into the congeners of prioritization emphasized by quantulated concerns veiled by elaborative synquests that burrow the sulcate grooves of hidden hedonism for the chic magistrates of financial swoon or swayed vestiges of a forgotten calumny of betrayal by the coming-of-age sprouts of hedged dismal dismissal of a lugubrious prospect for an otherwise revitalized dressage of emoluments to glory that lurked in penumbras by rigged enumeration but found their prominence by the gravity of sensation-seeking frissons of alterations between benighted glory and the famish of artificial tethers to the yoke of caramel and chocolates as a dainty ploy of yearning persiflage also a dranger of camouflage for flagitious percolations of the invidious rumors of imposture and the groveling contempt of the known drogulus remiss in denial of its own requited date when the powers of miscarriage become ecbolic to their own lagging languor of lisps of linguistic ramparts of a revival of hypertrophy for hyperactive foibles in inclement weather. Ok beyond the absenteeism of the presence of perceived amphigory there is great heft in the nominal notion that dogma is mobilized in serviceable goods of merchandized mirrors of glazed remission of moral tender because of stoked curiosity unhinged from the pragmatica of duty. We need forbearance in empathy that loves the lovable rather than envies the deposed despotism of clever wiseacres veiled in delicate symmetry with conscience that is the quill of a wellspring deeper than any imaginary vagary can approximate because impossible events punctuate time with literacy rather than incontinence of drivel that is ambitious but ignoble by stately coherence. To the critics of the baragnosis of limited apperception my words are blatant amphigories but they only possess enough ken to fathom an average orbit of suboptimal outcomes rather than transdimensional chances at chess outnumbered by checkers by incidental design of clever ploys of rejoinder that is by design arcane for the arcadia of the pristine arcade of future possibilities  As I am purblind by psychorrhagy I am incompetent in my radiopresence because I am a departed spectral figment above fricative hisses and whorfian glares of mediocre rebec for primitive shibboleth above prized taurine anglophonic convictions that superimpose the dignified clarity of willpower above the dragnets of supersolid conflations of puffery. Ok I admit a lapse of transmission by the vesicles of numbered murders of henpecked owleries of the senectitude of sepulchral magnetism of slumber over awakened alacrity of mobilism fashioned in portentous flipcraves of additive immobility of fixed vectors seen through parvanimity that actually just swivel in circular retorts against themselves without the elaborative potential and the belabored traipse of the rabid taradiddles of sensationalism marauding as a defalcated burglary of emotion for useless psephology that predicates nothing but a slight budge in the autarky of structuralism which is never sclerotic but stammered by articulations of the overt when the covert aligns by an alien agenda that is subservient to magnified priorities of warped swirk of telescopic prevenance and hedged boschveldts of elemental and I stress the strain of the elemental for the drogulus of sensational proclamation by executive ****** but supererogatory minutiae of fascism cloaked by earwigs of repcrevel repute beyond memorialized reputation. We need to renege the southern pacts to the Argentine mandarism of reticular vitiations of cinematography waged against creative visionaries of free speech because of the succedaneum of furtive endeavors at optimization by compromised degrees of artistic licentiousness even that is never lewd about sacred roods but boorish in blockbuster rather than kempt in collectivist brunt of the timid bronteum of agitprop that lurks in the imminent future of cinema. America needs to retain the disclosed but still-frame inertia of catapulted declassification that ennobles the fliction but also the vilified distilled truths only the keen of acumen will sensibly identify so that the magnet of earwigs gravitates to the belabored analysis of astute congeners to relevant tributaries to the ocean of adventitious swarpollock in the procedural autopsy of the auditorium for neither a chattel nor a crystallized nurture against the matriotic insistence of decorum. Essentially the succubus of prosthetic protensive docimasy of imaginative logic predicated in visionary apperception of the unseen in immediacy is the longeur of reticent endeavors to pasteurize the oculus rifts of futurity to synergize with the entelechy of proactive somnambulism that sensitizes the profoundly capable but never bereaves the inept of direct interface with communicable dominion with fantasia that is an operative artifice of a beguiled lurch without purged retrograde immaterial delusion that endangers visceral momentum toward new directives of the outmantled zugzwang in elementary exercises of swaddled posterity free by irenic idolatry never orphaned by a widowed imagination. The swirk of hypostasized probabilities in an invented swipe at wide-eyed but star-crossed turnvereins for the imaginative leaps in the performative depend on the delicate swivels of declaration independent from culinary clarity of macroscian travesty rather than pinhokes of naufragues of maudlin laudable applause by the canned nurture of speculative intimation that sadly severs the curglaff of whispered intimacy over the confidence we have in artifice to teach the wragapole both matriotism and sensitive reninjasque poker without incurred damages beyond the clarified visionary potential of graphic protheses immediately perceptible to the acumen of judicious polymathy indoctrinated by the rigor of scientific grooms for melliferous parsecs of advanced minutiae of dark horses to nomadic license beyond ravenous **** palindromes of hushed vigor to the declared by scacchic deliberation to usher in crass but crestfallen synectics. The future of God is secure in the fathomed furlongs of cubic citadels of pasteurized paradise found in corralled reluctance without remonstrance of poetic belletrist resounding with clangor rather than swerved nimble potions to avert future calamities in war by the expansive frontier of a civilized metropolis of the mobilized imagination hypostasizing newfangled naturism that is neither mofussil nor a fossilized relic of scrappy schlep. The nonchalance of parlance swims in arenaceous bunkers of drivel that congregate in the turnverein of futuristic opportunism found in the muzzled directives of orchestras of departed clarity no longer so insular in its bossy imperatives but clarified with hearsay and blushed blarney not the blench of widened divulgence of minatory malice that incurs the punitive curglaff of frenetic retchallops of winsome specters becoming opportune pragmatics of a semantic network of dirigisme that through sheer horsepower overcomes the sting of ubiquity or the hollowed headless vesicles of urbacity disenfranchised by degrees of impertinent pertinacity of deposed disclosure rudimentary in sedentary simplicity against matriotic duty to remain guarded by an ommateum that fathoms the abyss but never wages reckless adventurism. Prevenance is the key to absolution but staggered implements of dearth preempt the ecbolic corrigenda of castigation by hindered lurches of veiled errundle belonging to a central trimpoline interposition of fungible felicity for not only a regional fanfare but a global scale of competitive endeavor of cleverage beyond scopes but beneath scrutinized mutiny of embanked polymathy stranded by the redstrall of industrious slavering dogmatism to a servile ***** rather than the boomerang of pressure to asseverate limitless bounds of planned obsolescence to engorge but not intimidate checkered reticence in the sinew of the musculature of creative parlance above petty finicky demiurges of latitudes in amphibious annealed glorification. Temperatures gauged by the thrombosis of thermolysis in psychotaxis gouged by hucksters of taciturn bamboozles of teetotalism are neither scourge nor foe of the strategic advent of the fascination of prospective investment a boondoggle that offsets the bonfire of retorted whimpers of foudroyant ripples of wildfire perspicacity strung by the catchpole of ubiquity in the time-honed decorum of genteel upright raconteurs of volleyed neglect by strict mandate will uproariously profit in remission from knowledgeable exacerbation rather than tomfoolery by filial tithes to foreign wardens of conspicuous levitation above gimcracks by the syrts of percolated filigrees of belabored chantage exerted over the tide of perfidy in contained discernment will stall and extinguish the prideful jostle of profane blasphemy against tacit covenants of blackguarded justice served by platitude better than by insubordinate quivers that quake because bears bounce checkered checks rather than anoint the sigillum of protective vouchsafes of exchequers smartly dapper rather than dimpled in flagrant brays of castigation and thus secure employment of instrumental advent rather than desecrated conventicles of remission.
Now it is time to ventilate divine knowledge that transfiguration means a humane liberation rather than a sanctimony of tirade against dumose proliferations of fluminous imaginary tracts of the probable rather than the certain for the elevators of sanitized wealth to bequeath greater moral clarity found in the contrary submission of authoritative parents to shepherd guarded wealth in proper husbandry of calendrical affairs to optimize the work-life balance so the biocentric imperative for sustenance renounces the moral obesity of groundless backlash in austerity and endless cycles of remorse rather than a tender mollification of sentiments away from universal kumbayas and in favor more stridently of a system that withholds the agitprop of statist indoctrination of a mollycoddle ****** within individual mandates of variable agendas of countries beyond the borderline fluid dynamics of the foibles of moral venial folly but insensitive to the dynamism of the robust virility of a wayspayed world swaying by riddled wildfires of conflated puerile stages of ludic indoctrination to the rampant perfidy of exemplary incontinence waged by Hollywood upon unsuspecting victims of inconsiderate indoctrination that doesn’t vouchsafe the prerogatives of heteronormative values that should outshine not a parochial vehement hatred or a clorence of unconditional tolerance but a chided quarantine of variegated syntalities divorced from integration rather than fostered in communal depths of bound lettered ambition found in the allegorical power of Biblical wisdom expounded by the florilegium of the religious and secular canon.
To serve God rather than the perceived taradiddle of speculative mammon deprived of classifiable certainties but hunched proclivities we need to exhort a proper seesaw between restraint in vision and exuberance in creative license so that the pivot of the moralized world leads to an insistent trust of watchdogs that through trust revolve the gravity of morale upon the upswing of liberty rather than incidental follies of imaginative demiurges of partition but blinkered hubris in stately objectives to the demur of participant malingering naysayers and nyejays. The moral gravity of the situation requires us to rotate our hype from the fervor of panic into the resolve of fortitude that relishes family and filial duty rather than resents because of breedbate instinct the flickers of smoldering rebels that are tamed in their revelry when they follow the moral prerogative of disciplined ambition in creativity not insubordinating against insurmountable limits but reasonable adjustments to a scaffold of potential that is skyscraping more than before even if its too close to the ground for comfort and consolation. Relativism is the enemy of progress because envy seeds alienation and comparison should be eschewed because we need to burrow in compassionate embrace of the cherished loves rather than the exaggerated proximity of provincial fears becoming global juggernauts of mercy upon the merciful and I convoke a global prayer for the attenuation of the virus that spreads sadly too far for comfort today. I purge out of solidarity with suffering as the milquetoast in me identifies the disconcerted avenues of avetrols trying to find a way through the forest of rumination without gingerly superlative prerogatives outweighing the poise of balance in shields of honor rather than badges of shame. We must by moral imperative greet strangers in public places like parks rather than strangulate the percolation of affection because of regnant distractions because in this congenial way we will find a common fraternity with fellow man while soldiering on to find truth in God’s word in the proper temperature for genuflection because I admit foibles but I relent not in the chase to redintegrate myself spiritually to lead a charge without trespass of fundamental dignity over the whoppers of indignation some of us might feel because of the penury of divergence rather than the private penalty of convergence for an ulterior solidarity of purpose. I need to emerge into the humanity of compassion to showcase that virtuosity can exist without obsession over one individual because God beseeches a pantheon of observation rather than the gripes of an envied nuisance independent from normal human concerns that ripple with ecstasy because of normative human contrition over the leeway on vacillated opinions that might underwhelm those disposed by prizes of inurement. We should shelve these notions of a supersolid conscience because only in the humility of the profound simplicity of elemental postulates can we achieve complete synchrony with a syndicate that enthralls both divergent and convergent movements that partially offset on the side of convergence in some communes while otherwise countermanded in others in contrarian ways and the favor of the balance depends on the perspective of the flanged acculturation of the participant in a world that doesn’t need flayed excoriation as much as it deserves proper exercise of adoration of the admirable rather than the desecration of the abominable. I return with the greatest jubilation of a reninjasque jaunty streak that hearkens the sennet and maybe the leanings of the senate to the fanfare of adoration for life and gratitude bestowed by the stewardship of God and his divine purpose to inseminate my life with purposeful meaning and happy happenstance that is a stroke of glory. I muster the resolve to traipse in the solitude of my cavern the blessings of divinity bequeathed by the departed forefathers who never intended bossy insularity of dogma to be a stricture of rigors of iconoduly but rather a consecrated wit with the persiflage of conversant tones of labile and lissome gallantry just waiting to alight upon the affectionate dance with dalliance of a philandered hope for a purified love hopefully never profaned by the pangs of scandal (note the sardonic pun) because rejoice is the gift of Heaven upon this culmination of purpose above the dross of shipwreck elevated in folly but stranded in the throes of rumination enough to hedge the boursocrats and try to inoculate the world from further panicky divisions of hypemongers of simpered precaution becoming a financial pandemic that deserves pause and poise but should not protrude above the glistening promise of the eternal wellspring of the vineyards of salvation blooming because enhanced sapience converted the flock of shepherds to tend to those sheepish in deficiency to wield a newer curiosity to replace a saddened lament not by acquiescent abandon but by the solidarity of interfaces of love replacing cast-iron idolatries I too am guilty of for the cordslave generation of itinerant distractions that wager on modicums rather than appraise bonanzas. Safety is predicated on the idea that resources should never be glazed but always apportioned with optimism because if you examine history irrational panics have always and always rebounded because of exigent actions taken by governments to restore confidence in liquidity rather than snide dismal dismissals of economic projections based on bounded rigged betrayals of primarily a global panic that a profoundly promethean intellectual verve could capitalize on its heyday to gouge people against the insensate balkanization of the future by an alienation of formidable scarecrow of invented fatalism imploding upon itself to obviate its own existence by the insistence on free thought to domineer and tower over the doldrums of a vacant man that is now occupied by the largesse of humane endeavor for a messianic voyage that consummates time itself its own captain and is partially centripetal around the juncture of All Saints Day 2008 because of its seminal significance in ushering in a new era of liberation. This justification is a gnomic axiomatic herculean ****** that catapulted generativity in creative endeavor to coalesce around an Army of Me not because of the futilitarianism embedded in its flagrant flagitious mockery of traipsed lyricism borrowed from Bjork but rather showcases the flavork of the flavenickers of ribald coarse revolution that is no longer balderdash to Bald Eagles but the prized retribution of the inviolable scruples demolished by deracinated moral relativism balking at raltention because of persnickety and tyrannical transparency that prepossesses over the lifeless livid Potemkin  Village  of Astroturf complaint malingering in pederasty over its own depraved sinuous course of diverted restraint cemented by the scythes of Village People politics benumbed over militarized betrayals that incur and invoke the diablerist prose of anonymuncle desperado mavericks that sizzle in hibernaculum to depose the autarky of seasoned growth rather than unseasonable diatribes of vitriol poisoning the posture of gentility by decree rather than by deeds of homogenized pasteurization against Lactose Intolerant Leftism and dogged doggerel of pasty subversive paranoiac hederaceous envy spawning a vituperative summation of a beatific felicity. We need to convene upon better tranceception in this axiomatic gratuity of God
Las he visto varadas en la playa.
Los niños han abandonado
carruseles, montañas rusas,
nubes de azúcar, blanca o rosa, palomitas de maíz
y suspendidos de sus cometas de colores
han llegado a la orilla. Atrás quedó
la música crispada de los altavoces.
Ahora escuchan otra música más sosegada y misteriosa:
jadeo de olas, disnea de cetáceos agonizantes,
chillidos de las aves marinas,
estremecedora polifonía.

Los niños, desconectados de lo fabuloso,
saben que es imposible que a Jonás
se lo tragase una ballena,
como cuenta la Santa Biblia,
porque al final de la caverna amenazadora
una garganta angosta permite sólo el paso
de minúsculos pececillos, plancton, polen marino
que atravesaron las barbas filtradoras.
(Ignoran, sin embargo, que estas barbas
fueron antaño utilizadas
para acentuar la delgadez del talle de las damas.
¡Sólo Dios sabe qué habrá sido de ellas,
dónde estarán ahora pudriéndose!)
Son, desde luego, extraños pero no
infrecuentes  
estos suicidios colectivos.
Los biólogos, oceanógrafos, ecologistas
nada pueden hacer por reintegrar a los cetáceos
a su hábitat, a su medio natural;
no sólo por su peso  y su volumen, sino
porque están decididas  -resignadas-
a morir. (Se barajan hipótesis
diferentes y contradictorias: alguna,
tal vez, resolverá el enigma).
Hay quienes atribuyen el suceso
a una avería, una desconexión
-por el momento indemostrable-
en el sofisticado sistema de radar
que utilizan en sus desplazamientos.
¡Quién sabe cuál será la causa
de esta agonía a la que yo asistí
en las arenas de Long Island!
Yo sí lo sé. Yo he descifrado
el, para los demás, indescifrable código,
- ¡oh mi piedra Rosetta de estrellas y de olas!-
Los ballenatos, los jóvenes, los útiles,
los que regresan a la mar
tras culminar estas expediciones
hablaban en sus asambleas nocturnas,
mientras dormían las ballenas madres,
de la necesidad imperiosa de librarse de este lastre
de ancianas jubiladas,
de toneladas de disnea y sordera.
Con fuegos o aguas de artificio,
pirotecnia, acuatecnia,
comunicaron su resolución:
«Nosotros os conduciremos
a unas playas calientes,
a unos lugares a los que no llegan
tempestades, témpanos, balleneros;
allí disfrutaréis del merecido descanso
después de tantas aventuras,
tantos afanes, tantos riesgos».
Las dejaron varadas en la arena.
«Hasta mañana», les dijeron,
sabiendo que no volverían.
«Hasta mañana».
Misericordioso e implacable
el sol les reseca la piel repujada de algas.
Muy pronto albatros y gaviotas se ensañarán
con estas moles de agonía,
de grasa y carne putrefacta.
El sol es chupado por el horizonte,
se hunde poco a poco en él
despidiéndose con su rayo verde.
Luego es la noche, y otras noches.
El faro intermitentemente
pasa su lengua de luz piadosa sobre la arena.
El mar agita sus espejos negros.
Sobre la seda o terciopelo funeral
chisporrotean las estrellas fugaces,
las ascuas de la luna de azafrán.
El zumbido de las abejas marinas,
el crujido del oleaje que clava sus colmillos
en las rocas de azabache y cristal
resuena en los oídos agonizantes
de las viejas ballenas,
festín de la desolación, el silencio, el olvido, la sombra.
«Hasta mañana». Fue el último mensaje.
Y ya no habrá mañana.
Ahora las moribundas,
ciegas y sordas tienen la mirada del recuerdo
puesta en sus ballenatos, indefensos
frente al testuz terrible de las olas heladas,
los témpanos, las hélices, los arpones,
desvalidos, sin rumbo
por esos mares de Dios.
Oh playas verdeantes de algas marinas, sobre
las guijas de estridente diamante y flavo cobre.
Oh piélagos preñados de la cálida voz de las sirenas.
Oh piélagos que nutre denso susurro: -trenos
de náufragos a la deriva por sus senos
procelosos, y que yá dormirán en las ondas serenas.

Yo anhelo tus ilímites planicies: hielos glaucos,
brumas, nieblas -última Thule- para ulular mis turbios himnos raucos!

Yo soy Harald, soy Harald el Obscuro.

Todos los viajes, todos mis viajes, son viajes de regreso.
Yo torno ahora, retorno ahora del azur y hacia el azur. 1
Violada luz diaprea sus rútilos zafiros.
Voz de sangre sus zafiros denigra.
Mas nó otro azur desea mi vagabundo sueño:
sólo ése azur cebrado de vïolas, ése azur ocelado de abenuz..!
Oh piélagos transidos de agorera pavura irremisible.
Oh piélagos que asorda gríseo clangor: equale
de trombones, en lento ritmo y voz velada, audible
sólo para los seres que un Fátum fúnebre señale...
Yo anhelo tus ilímites planicies: hielos glaucos,
brumas, nieblas -última Thule- para ulular mis turbios himnos raucos!

Yo soy Harald, soy Harald el Obscuro.

Yo sólo amo tu amor, fatal Isolda.
Erigiremos en todos los caminos nuestra gitana tolda aventurera.
Yo sólo amo tu amor, oh brava Isolda!
Brava Isolda hechicera!

Yo soy Tristán de Leonís: -ligera
por todos los océanos nuestra nao pirata
discurrirá indolente, con viento ameno o duro; 2
bajo la lumbre de topacio
del sol;
bajo la luz morena de la rosa de plata;
o en la noche ceñuda -lúgubre y agorera-. 3
Por todos los océanos nuestro amor, y el espacio
sin lindes, y el ensueño, y hacia lo ignoto navegar... 4

Por todos los océanos nuestra libre galera:
y en el palo cimero la flámula escarlata
con una rosa endrina,
y en nuestros corazones la rosa purpurina
y la flámula negra...
Nuestra nao pirata
discurrirá por todos los océanos al azar, al azar, al azar... 5
Erigiremos en todos los caminos nuestra gitana tolda aventurera, 6
y el refugio ilusorio de nuestro ciclo errátil e inseguro...
Yo sólo amo tu amor, mi brava Isolda,
yo sólo amo tu amor, Ilse hechicera,
yo soy Tristán, soy Harald el Obscuro.

Dancé cantando mi canción acerba.
Era el véspero, casi la noche, era el véspero de ceniza.

El tardeño cocuyo su luz irradïaba.
Su lumbre ingenua mi ingenuo corazón iluminaba.

Mas mi espíritu pérfido mi ingenuidad enerva,
y en el ingenuo corazón desliza
fragante zumo de su ponzoñosa hierba.

Yo soy Tristán, soy Harald el Obscuro.

Divagar. Divagar por inéditos climas.
Metafísicos vórtices. Remansada sapiencia.
Júbilo y alborozo sensüales.

Ebrias sedes. Acidia muelle. Venus autumnales,
ingrávidas adolescentes: oh vendimias opimas...!
Al propio tiempo, nugacidad y vacío, y nesciencia...

Oh mujer, arcangélico vampiro,
demoníaca Ofelia, cándida cervatilla, híspido
endriago!

Todo lo excelso aroma en tu sollozo y en tu suspiro y en tu sonrisa!
Perfuma en tu pasión lo deletéreo y lo inefable, lo joyoso y lo aciago!
Tifón de tempestades y sosegada brisa
cantan en tu pasión:
y un trémulo murmurio pulcro balbuce en tu corazón!

Yo soy Harald, soy Harald el Obscuro.
Yo soy Tristán de Leonís, acedo.

Yo sólo amo tu amor, Ilse hechicera,
yo sólo amo tu amor, fatal Isolda,
mi brava Isolda!

Yo soy Harald, soy Lancelot: -blanda sonrisa, corazón perjuro;
yo sólo amo tu amor, tu amor áspero y ledo,
venenoso y lustral, proclive y puro,
pérfido y claro, y abisal y erguido!
Yo sólo amo tu amor. Ilse hechicera,
Furia hechicera, Lálage hechicera:

Yo sólo de tu amor -Ilse- me curo:
y al azar de las rutas erigiremos nuestra tolda,
fatal Isolda,
y en nuestra tolda un penumbroso nido,
y al azar de los vientos singlará nuestra nao aventurera...

Yo soy Harald, soy Harald el Obscuro.
Jack Dec 2018
******* in a car,
Screaming Matty’s lyrics,
An angel placed before me,
With a voice not meant for the ears
Of mere mortals like myself,
The chocolate ocean of her glistening eyes,
Swallow me whole in a Marinas gaze,
But for once I can reach the floor,
Able to stay afloat and no longer
Battered by titanic waves of chaos,
The sweet glow she resonates
Illuminating every dark corner of
My mind,
Once an inescapable void,
Now filled with the fruitful warmth of love,
For the person who surely came from above.

Before me stands a towering figure
One that is doubtlessly divine,
Her shadow consumes me,
But it’s warmth is surely a sign,
That she is the one that all the hurt was for,
And how I just want her to be mine,
A single tear seeps from my eye,
Graced by your beauty,
Unable to make a sound
Out of my corrupt lungs,
Speechless until I force the words out,
“You really are the one, aren’t you?”
América, de un grano
de maíz te elevaste
hasta llenar
de tierras espaciosas
el espumoso
océano.
Fue un grano de maíz tu geografía.
El grano
adelantó una lanza verde,
la lanza verde se cubrió de oro
y engalanó la altura
del Perú con su pámpano amarillo.

Pero, poeta, deja
la historia en su mortaja
y alaba con tu lira
al grano en sus graneros:
canta al simple maíz de las cocinas.

Primero suave barba
agitada en el huerto
sobre los tiernos dientes
de la joven mazorca.
Luego se abrió el estuche
y la fecundidad rompió sus velos
de pálido papiro
para que se desgrane
la risa del maíz sobre la tierra.

A la piedra
en tu viaje, regresabas.
No a la piedra terrible,
al sanguinario
triángulo de la muerte mexicana,
sino a la piedra de moler,
sagrada
piedra de nuestras cocinas.
Allí leche y materia,
poderosa y nutricia
pulpa de los pasteles
llegaste a ser movida
por milagrosas manos
de mujeres morenas.

Donde caigas, maíz,
en la olla ilustre
de las perdices o entre los fréjoles
campestres, iluminas
la comida y le acercas
el virginal sabor de tu substancia.

Morderte,
panocha de maíz, junto al océano
de cantara remota y vals profundo.
Hervirte
y que tu aroma
por las sierras azules
se despliegue.

Pero, dónde
no llega
tu tesoro?

En las tierras marinas
y calcáreas,
peladas, en las rocas
del litoral chileno,
a la mesa desnuda
del minero
a veces sólo llega
la claridad de tu mercadería.

Puebla tu luz, tu harina, tu esperanza
la soledad de América,
y el hambre
considera tus lanzas
legiones enemigas.

Entre tus hojas como
suave guiso
crecieron nuestros graves corazones
de niños provincianos
y comenzó la vida
a desgranarnos.
Hirió blandamente el aire
Con su dulce voz Narcisa,
Y él le repitió los ecos
Por boca de las heridas.

De los celestiales Ejes
El rápido curso fija,
Y en los Elementos cesa
la discordia nunca unida.

Al dulce imán de su voz
Quisieran, por asistirla,
Firmamento ser el Móvil,
El Sol ser estrella fija.

Tan bella, sobre canora,
Que el amor dudoso admira,
Si se deben sus arpones
A sus ecos, o a su vista.

Porque tan confusamente
Hiere, que no se averigua,
si está en la voz la hermosura,
O en los ojos la armonía.

Homicidas sus facciones
El mortal cambio ejercitan;
Voces, que alteran los ojos
Rayos que el labio fulmina.

Quién podrá vivir seguro,
si su hermosura Divina
Con los ojos y las voces
Duplicadas armas vibra.

El Mar la admira Sirena,
Y con sus marinas Ninfas
Le da en lenguas de las Aguas
Alabanzas cristalinas:

Pero Fabio que es el blanco
Adonde las flecha tira,
Así le dijo, culpando
De superfluas sus heridas:

No dupliques las armas,
Bella homicida,
que está ociosa la muerte
Donde no hay vida.
Caminando hacia el mar
en la pradera
-es hoy noviembre-,
todo ha nacido ya,
todo tiene estatura,
ondulación, fragancia.
Hierba a hierba
entenderé la tierra,
paso a paso
hasta la línea loca
del océano.
De pronto una ola
de aire agita y ondula
la cebada salvaje:
salta
el vuelo de un pájaro
desde mis pies, el suelo
lleno de hilos de oro,
de pétalos sin nombre,
brilla de pronto como rosa verde,
se enreda con ortigas que revelan
su coral enemigo,
esbeltos tallos, zarzas
estrelladas,
diferencia infinita
de cada vegetal que me saluda
a veces con un rápido
centelleo de espinas
o con la pulsación de su perfume
fresco, fino y amargo.
Andando a las espumas
del Pacífico
con torpe paso por la baja hierba
de la primavera escondida,
parece
que antes de que la tierra se termine
cien metros antes del más grande océano
todo se hizo delirio,
germinación y canto.
Las minúsculas hierbas
se coronaron de oro,
las plantas de la arena
dieron rayos morados
y a cada pequeña hoja de olvido
llegó una dirección de luna o fuego.
Cerca del mar, andando,
en el mes de noviembre,
entre los matorrales que reciben
luz, fuego y sal marinas
hallé una flor azul
nacida en la durísima pradera.
De dónde, de qué fondo
tu rayo azul extraes?
Tu seda temblorosa
debajo de la tierra
se comunica con el mar profundo?
La levanté en mis manos
y la miré como si el mar viviera
en una sola gota,
como si en el combate
de la tierra y las aguas
una flor levantara
un pequeño estandarte
de fuego azul, de paz irresistible,
de indómita pureza.
in april my parents and i
went back to the
east coast, new england,
for a funeral.
my mother grew up there
and i was born there.

i hadn't seen the ocean in
11 years since we left.

i miss the waves
i miss the cool
sea breeze
the seagulls
the marinas
the houses on the water
the random shops
i miss everything
it's more of a home than
this house in the middle of
nowhere ever was.
Turbio y callado Magdalena, río
Patrio, de tardes y mañanas bellas,
Y auras que vuelan con  olor de bosque,
            Auras de vida:

¡Cuál fue mi anhelo en la niñez remota,
Cerca de arroyo de mezquinas aguas,
Verte algún día, entre playones, y altos
            Troncos de ceibas!

Mírote ahora, y en tu origen pienso,
Páramo agreste en solitaria cumbre
Donde has nacido, bajo sombra errante
            De alas de buitres.

Frágiles hojas, frailejón y juncos
Sólo tu cuna entre las rocas fueron...
Hoy vas cruzando, en majestad y solo,
            Vírgenes selvas.

iTiempos lejanos, cuando el indio erguía
Pobres bohíos!... Donde fueron chozas,
Se alzan, a empuje de moderno brazo,
            Fábricas y urbes.

Iban entones sobre ti canoas;
Leves bajaban o subían lentas,
Mientras al golpe del remar se unía
            Canto aborigen.

Barcos ahora de penacho *****
Abren tu mole, desatando espumas,
Y altos dominan tu correr silente
            Raudos aviones.

Bellas auroras en tu limpio cielo
Son tu alborozo al despertar el día,
Y óyese al punto, del oído encanto,
            Gárrula orquesta.

Grandes bandadas de pericos gritan,
Céfiros suaves susurrando flotan
Y ágiles, leves, mariposas níveas,
            Trémulas pasan.

¡Brisas inquietas que voláis silbando,
Soplos del bosque, refrescad mis sienes!
¡Cómo os aspiro, cual vital aroma,
            Húmedas auras!

¡Sol! ¡Bello irradias en mitad del día!
Duermen los saurios en la gris arena,
Y albas, muy lejos, en la orilla sola,
            Sueñan las garzas.

¡Tardes del río... Tropical crepúsculo:
Oro, topacio y arreboles rojos!
¡Todo entre palmas y en azul, formando
            Rica paleta!

Bardo que sueñas: ¡a lo alto mira!
¡Copia! ¡Es lo tuyo! ¡Poesía patria!
Vibra en belleza, y lo que ven tus ojos
            Vibre en tu canto!

Clara, en cendales, la apacible luna
Surge de pronto, y ensanchando el cielo
Tiende en el agua, que en remanso duerme,
            Velo de lirios.

Coplas con ritmo de bambuco triste
Cantan los bogas en la abierta playa,
Y ávidos piden que a sus ojos baje
            Sueño tranquilo.

¡Cómo, de noche, en tu dominio aterra
Fiera borrasca! El rimbombar del trueno
Llena de espanto, y por el aire cruzan
            Ígneos fulgores.

Nubes y nubes se amontonan lívidas,
Rayos las rasgan, la tormenta ruge;
Llueve a raudales, y parece entonces
            Que húndese el cielo.

Viene la aurora. Con las aguas ruedan
Árboles rotos; desbordado el río
Cubre las playas, y el Oriente finge
            Campo de rosas.

¿Qué los humanos ante ti? ¿Qué somos?
Polvo no más que aventará la muerte;
Tú... siempre viendo, en sucesión eterna,
            Siglos y siglos.

Hundo la mente en el futuro, y veo
Días de gloria y alborozo, cuando
Quillas que vengan de marinas olas
            Rompan tus aguas.

Rieles tus ribas unirán a valles
Y ásperas sierras y lejanos ríos;
Émulo entonces se verá tu puerto
            De urbes grandiosas.

Tiempos vendrán cuando potentes hachas
Y hombres de audacia arrasarán tus bosques.
Gloria futura ceñirá sus frentes
            De ínclitos lauros.

Cíclopes nuevos, mas de sangre nuestra,
Yermos de ahora trocarán en vida,
Y ellos oirán, en las edades pósteras,
            Dianas de triunfo.

¡Río: entre robles y palmeras rueda!
¡Rueda, y los pueblos en abrazo junta,
Pueblos hermanos en hermosa Patria,
            Próspera y libre!
Solegrina Jul 2014
En la estrellada bóveda fue sembrado
el aliento ancestral por otra vida:
la vida sin deseos alambrados,
sin la manta escabrosa y percudida,

la vida sonrosada por los goces
de naturales besos y semillas
y de los dulces néctares de voces
ascendiendo en floridas cascadillas...

Desde el cielo, infinitos manantiales
despejan el maná que el pueblo implora.
¿Harán sus diademas con cristales
cogidos en la yerba de la aurora?

¿Bailarán con euforias similares
a las de las anémonas marinas?
¿Fumarán sin clausuras los millares
de inciensos que este viento les destina?
Yo descendí de la antioqueña cumbre,
de austera estirpe que el honor decora,
el alma en paz y el corazón en lumbre,
y el claro sortilegio de la aurora
bruñó mi lira y la libró de herrumbre.

Y fui, viajero de nivoso monte
y umbría roza de maíz, al valle
que da a la luz su fruta entre su llama:
había miel de filtros de sinsonte
que derrama canción de rama en rama.

Y el mar abierto, a mí divinamente
su honda virtud hizo afluir entera:
gusté su yodo... y la embriaguez ignota
de no sé qué sagrada primavera
bajo la paz de una ciudad remota.

Fulgía en mi ilusión Acuarimántima.

Ciudad del bien, fastuosa, legendaria,
ciudad de amor y esfuerzo y ufanía
y de meditación y de plegaria;
una ciudad azúlea, egregia, fuerte,
una Jerusalén de poesía.

Y como los cruzados medioevales,
ceñíme al torso fúlgida coraza
y fuime en pos de la ciudad cautiva,
burlando la guadaña de la Muerte
y la fortuna a mi querer esquiva.

La ondulante odisea rememoro
con amor y dolor... Un linde vago,
de súbito sangriento, ya cetrino...
Un buque... un muelle... un joven noctivago...
y el tono de la voz... y el pan marcino...

La maravilla comba, transparente,
de las noches de junio hacia la hondura
de un huerto viola, en ácidos alcores;
y allí la levadura de mis cantos,
hecha de mezquindad y sinsabores.

Y aquella niña del amor florido
y oloroso, y ritual, y enardecido,
el seno como un fruto no oprimido,
y un dulzor en los besos diluïdo,
y un no sé qué... que túrbame el sentido.

Y la huraña beldad, el mármol yerto
e inconmovible; y la Infantina huraña
que era el postrer jazmín que daba un huerto...
¡Me figuro las luces de sus ojos
como dos cirios de un cariño muerto!

Y el arduo afán en el impulso vario
por resolver el canto en melodía.
Derrame un ruiseñor en el himnario
toda la miel del día.
Un rumor milenario,
y la luz de tu lámpara ¡oh Sophía!

Húmedos los cabellos -cristalinos caireles
de agua y sol-, aún ondulan fantásticas ondinas;
mientras danza en la luz un coro de donceles
por la playa al influjo de las sales marinas...
En la playa he encontrado un caracol de oro
macizo y recamado de las perlas más finas;
Europa le ha tocado con sus manos divinas
cuando cruzó las ondas sobre el celeste toro.He llevado a mis labios el caracol sonoro
y he suscitado el eco de las dianas marinas,
le acerqué a mis oídos y las azules minas
me han contado en voz baja su secreto tesoro.Así la sal me llega de los vientos amargos
que en sus hinchadas velas sintió la nave Argos
cuando amaron los astros el sueño de Jasón;y oigo un rumor de olas y un incógnito acento
y un profundo oleaje y un misterioso viento...
(El caracol la forma tiene de un corazón.)
Land of love, our moon
half your face in darkness
the other a bright pale visage,
and so constant with the sun

You make romance a preterite
changeable is your face
sometimes red sometimes blue
yet your pale sweet face
is what I love about you
you have been guide's to marinas
the payers of many saints
the rhythm, of all life here

All that are heaven bound
will always look at you
even wolves in timber lands
cold in perma frost
howl thier praise to Luna you
as the hunt in the name of you


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Buscando raíces de alas
la frente
se le desplaza
a derecha
e izquierda.
Y sobre el remolino
de la cara
se le fija,
telón del más allá,
comba y ancha.
Una alimaña
le grita en la nariz
que intenta aplastársele
enfurecida...
Irrumpe un griego
por sus ojos distantes.
Un griego
que sofocan de enredaderas
las colinas andaluzas
de sus pómulos
y el valle trémulo
de su boca.
Salta su garganta
hacia afuera
pidiendo
la navaja lunada
de aguas filosas.
Cortádsela.
De norte a sud.
De este a oeste.
Dejad volar la cabeza,
la cabeza sola,
herida de ondas marinas
negras...
Y de caracolas de sátiro
que le caen
como campánulas
en la cara
de máscara antigua.
Apagadle
la voz de madera,
cavernosa,
arrebujada
en las catacumbas nasales.
Libradlo de ella,
y de sus brazos dulces,
y de su cuerpo terroso.
Forzadle sólo,
antes de lanzarlo
al espacio,
el arco de las cejas
hasta hacerlos puentes
del Atlántico,
del Pacífico...
Por donde los ojos,
navíos extraviados,
circulen
sin puertos
ni orillas...
Sus ventanas floridas,
que miran al oriente,
llevan buena amistad con las auroras
que, como primicias fúlgidas, esmaltan
al campo de victorias de su frente.
Aquella madrugada
apareció el Amor tras de su reja
y la dejó lavada
con el cristal cerúleo de su pozo...
¡Y todavía, adentro
de mi alma, hay un gozo
fluido, de mujer madrugadora
que riega su ventana y la decora!
Ventanas que rondé
en la alborada de mis mocedades;
rejas con caracoles
en que Ella gusta de escuchar el sordo
fragor de las marinas tempestades;
rejas depositarias
de aquellos soliloquios de noctívago
y de mi donjuanismo adolescente;
que yo os mire de nuevo
¡oh ventanas abiertas al oriente!
Sobre tu nave -un plinto verde de algas marinas,
de moluscos, de conchas, de esmeralda estelar,
capitán de los vientos y de las golondrinas,
fuiste condecorado por un golpe de mar.

Por ti los litorales de frentes serpentinas
desenrollan, al paso de tu arado, un cantar:
-Marinero, hombre libre que los mares declinas,
dinos los radiogramas de tu estrella Polar.

Buen marinero, hijo de los llantos del norte,
limón del mediodía, bandera de la corte
espumosa del agua, cazador de sirenas;

todos los litorales amarrados del mundo
pedimos que nos lleves en el surco profundo
de tu nave, a la mar, rotas nuestras cadenas.
M Suárez Nov 2016
El amor no llega, no se va, el amor no tiene pies
Nos vamos nosotros, nos alejamos,

Y desaparecemos
como los segundos se pierden en la mirada del otro

Todo fluye
como las corrientes marinas y las filosóficas

Nos marchamos
como el insecto que se detuvo en mi ventana aquella tarde

No, el amor no se va,
me voy yo y no regreso.
Jackie Mead Mar 2018
Cities are *****, grimy places
Full of people with interesting faces.

There's dark hair, blonde hair, red hair, white hair and grey ;  imagine all the colours of a rainbow and then add a few.

There's fair skin, dark skin, olive skin and mellow tones too.

There's small eyes, wide eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, grey eyes and brown; some have 20:20 vision, some hide behind glasses, some wear contact lenses to enhance their sight, some have a world of darkness behind their eyes.

There's large noses, small noses, wide noses, button noses, some hold glasses upon their face, some are cumbersome, some full of grace.

There's clear skin, wrinkled skin, acne skin, damaged skin, translucent skin, soft skin, dry skin, sunkissed skin, sunburnt skin.

There's big ears, small ears, pierced ears, cauliflower ears, ears with rings in to make them wide; some people wear hearing aids to enhance what they hear, some live in total silence.

Some people are tall, some are short, some are able to walk, some need assistance every day to be able to walk even a small way.

There are cyclists and runners on every street, roller skaters, walkers your most likely to meet; add in football, cricket and rugby players too, basketball, rounders, netball, tennis and golf, squash, badminton, swimming and diving, there's such diversity in all that we do.

Libraries and Museums open their doors, sshh be quiet, though it's free to explore.

Shops, coffee shops, hairdressers a plenty, though some of the bigger spaces remain empty; cost of rent is exceedingly high and don't even think about the option to buy.

There's leisure parks to walk and have fun with your dogs, parks with swings and roundabouts for your children who are  young.

Some Cities have rivers, some have canals built to let barges through.

Some Cities have harbours, marinas too, look over the Ocean at a sea that's blue.

All Cities have Universities to provide education to those from home or from far and wide.

Spoilt for choice of courses to attend there's professions of course, doctors, dentists, lawyers and nurses, accountants and vets. There's media, dance, English language and literature, geography, history and maths. There's IT, cookery and drama and how to handle a camera. There's business and entertainment, wedding planning and Latin. Any subject of your choice can be found somewhere around.

You can find comedy clubs, poetry readings, chess clubs, scout clubs, lego groups, cookery classes, sewing classes, reading groups, right outside your door, if you took the chance to look around your neighbourhood and the  time to explore.

Don't write off the City though it may look ***** and grimy in places, it is as you can see, full of interesting people and places.
People are interesting don't you think?
Los ojos se me fueron
detrás una morena
que pasó.
Era de nácar *****,
era de uvas moradas,
y me azotó la sangre
con su cola de fuego.
Detrás de todas
me voy.
Pasó una clara rubia
como una planta de oro
balanceando sus dones.
Y mi boca se fue
como con una ola
descargando en su pecho
relámpagos de sangre.
Detrás de todas
me voy.
Pero a ti, sin moverme,
sin verte, tú distante,
van mi sangre y mis besos,
morena y clara mía,
alta y pequeña mía,
ancha y delgada mía,
mi fea, mi hermosura,
hecha de todo el oro
y de toda la plata,
hecha de todo el trigo
y de toda la tierra,
hecha de toda el agua
de las olas marinas,
hecha para mis brazos,
hecha para mis besos,
hecha para mi alma.
deadboycreek Mar 2018
qué bónito es estar viva
estar joven y estar viva 
qué bónito está el cielo
cubierto de nubes grises
transparentes de papél 
nuestros días ocupados
y llenos de pápel
qué se vea apenas el sol
a punto de llover 
qué exquisitas las palabras 
que le susurras a mi hombro
cuando me buscas tú o te busco yo
cuando toco apénas tu rostro 
con miedo a que te hagas humo 
te desvanezca el sol
y resbales de mis manos 
(como todo lo que quisiera tener) 
te pregunto sobre una cicatriz 
que tienes arriba de los labios 
sobre lo rasposo de tus palmas
lo hermoso de tus manos 
que obedecen tan divina imaginación 
tu inteligencia, tu visión 
qué bónita tu concentración
también con enojo o melancolía
tristeza o frustración 
lo que hay detrás de tus ojos 
eres música y color 
qué bónita la sorpresa 
imagína mi extrañeza
al ver a los ojos alguien 
que viera el mundo como yo
cuando conocí apenas tu rostro 
sin percibir algo especial 
de la nada en esos labios
discurso sin forzar
sobre lo bello y lo sensible 
(en ese instante me perdiste)
me hablaste primero de belleza 
así que deja te contesto
aquí va mi respuesta 
(y te digo en que me perdí) 
lleno hojas de belleza
la que veo en tu existir 

qué bónito estar viva 
estar jóven y estar viva
qué bónito día tan gris
qué bónito está el cielo 
qué bónita tu nariz
y qué linda tu boca
cuando hablas del mar
qué dulce tu voz y melodía 
tus metáforas marinas
sobre agua y licór
que con dulzura frenética 
describes el amor 
qué gentiles tus manos 
cuando juegas con mis dedos
cuando entiendes de que hablo 
concordamos en qué cosas 
sì importan; y tú me importas
cuando estando solos
no nos sentimos solos
(¡aunque te llegue solo al hombro!) 
lejos de quien no entiende 
que me miren a los ojos y digan
que nada bueno saldrá 
de lo que siento por tí 
infinito como el mar
tenías razón con lo del mar
pensé que ya se había dicho todo 
lo que se podría decir sobre el mar
ahora veo la perpetuidad
infinitud desconocida 
el mismo asombro que veo en tí
mi fascinación con las estrellas 
las del cielo y las de tus ojos
la gran bóveda y tu aura azùl
ambas me cubren siempre
cuando te escucho cantar o hablar 
cuando me preguntaste que era 
lo que me gusta de tí
y aquí está mi respuesta
mira de cuantas maneras te las digo 
qué bónito el cielo; qué bónito existir 
al mismo tiempo y sin tocarte
te juro que no son tus pestañas 
ni tus lunares, manchas de Apollo
ni las mariposas en mi estomago 
es ver lo que eres tal eres
poderte decir todo esto tan bónito
que siento por tí 
que me veas tal y como soy 
cuando te miro a los ojos 
y que te veas también a ti mismo
a través de mis ojos
Tuvo unas barbas húmedas, marinas,
y pálida y desnuda era la frente.
Adorador del fuego del poniente
entre las piedras de las propias ruinas...

Viajero en alas de las golondrinas
se desnudó a la luz resplandeciente.
Desnudo -nuevamente adolescente-
con el dolor jugó a las cuatro esquinas.

La carne está en su ocaso. Queda el gesto.
Es la luz su mejor libro de texto
y reza, rosa a rosa, su rosario.

Ama las horas porque borran huellas
en la serenidad, y en las estrellas
estudia su futuro itinerario.
Tus ventanas, con pájaros y flores,
tus ventanas que miran al oriente,
están esclarecidas con la gracia
de la aurora riente
que con primicias de su luz decora
la virtud de tu frente.
Tus ventanas de antigua arquitectura
en que el canario, a trinos, alborota
la paz de tu silencio provinciano;
ventanas en que flota,
para embriaguez de los amantes fieles,
la desmayada ofrenda del perfume
de rosas y claveles...
Tus ventanas, Amor, de cuya clave
quise colgar la jaula de mi dicha
para que la cuidaras como una ave;
ventanas de madera
en que en vano soñé dejar prendida
mi devoción como una enredadera...
Tus ventanas que miran al oriente
y madrugan, fragantes, de limpieza
¿esperaron una alba,
de cándida belleza,
o el regreso del novio
que anda en tierras de olvido,
o esperaron, acaso,
el milagro de un sol desconocido?
Ventanas que rondé
en la alborada de mis mocedades,
rejas con agua, y luz, y caracoles
en que Ella gusta de escuchar el sordo
fragor de las marinas tempestades;
rejas dignas de célebres idilios,
rejas de mi noviazgo adolescente,
que yo os mire de nuevo
¡oh ventanas, abiertas al oriente!

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