"preliminaries" poems
Vicinit vicinit the gamut go round
Progenies excogitate faster
Ode to no eminent thing
We all morph into matter.
The atramentous inky and blackest dense;
sprints and weaves in and out.
Tenuring twains over head, under toe;
Absconding ways in which we've never known
A paramounted heretic defeat.
Darkness that foliole footprints sooted deep;
Seeping stenches of fowl un-scented reminiscent in attire of the welkin;
Vastly sly making a skullduggery indent.
CR2X let us pseudonym by hex.
"No nomen no nomen for I matter dark"
"Matronymic nix hold's my fine lark"
"Nongermane logics are behind you and left"
"I am not your scientific pet"
Not a test, nix preliminaries"
Matter of all is of all existing quarries"
Spoken gallant and wise
Need not ever a compromise
"Matter dark matter dark it is you we embark!"
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 2:18 PM UTC
O bridal eyes! the obessive mixture of
doves in Winter's desperate grasp to retain the memory of itself
and I
, remaining lively in white to pass over
slow, patient
and flashing like
a celebration film reel
Set to your favorite false orchestral
I adorn the sky, whistling to lost
phases of the moon,
meditations on a canvas of pure
noise !
May the passive cedars grant you
passage to their primal love
-without its social preliminaries
without its reliance on flesh
but rather
a peculiar divination
no amount of ****** lucidity can know
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC
It’s hard to be taken away by thought
A predecessor heir to life chapters
embracing facts all at once
Facing the enormous glutton
masticating a heart
like a licorice treat
Wasting away
Wasting away
Wasting away
The madness is gone yet
I felt like I haven’t
been here before
the times went
from good to
bad
It seems we are all
like arms; weary
of holding still
in front of
the never
ending
slog
We kiss and we hug
until we’re
tempted to
bite one
another
We wished for an adventure
from the howling of the
cold rainy wind inside
a tavern where we
thought all will
be cozy until
everything
comes
back
to
normal
to almost succumbing to the heaviest
darkness that we ever felt deep
inside our heaviest breaths
like it’s a couple of our
last ones
You are a warrior, capable
of thinking above as you
see through many and I
will tell you the secret
that was there for a
very long time:
Never lose your grip for
the best people who
ever walked the
preliminaries
of hell all fell
down to
hell.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC