"scintillation" poems
All my life
is waves, expressed as rays,
phases, and cancellations...
...Waving by
and paving over
what I made in other ages
Undulating sway,
disrupting Self,
the Phrase, the Word, the Way --
Nameless, without
shape - within all shape -
all touch, all taste;
One expressed as Two:
compress, expand, repeat.
In balance, truth.
Lilting swells
that break in mind and water,
endless scintillation;
Every word as complex
as its counterpart,
unpatterned ocean;
All motion
the illusion of Desire,
the fire that burns to Rest...
...But only ever
simulates, for trough
but stimulates the crest;
When all my waves
have ceased and found their peace,
there ends my quest.
Aug 4, 2011
Aug 4, 2011 at 4:45 PM UTC
I think perhaps as a writer, we seek the adventure, the unknown, the destructive, not only to know we are alive but to know what it is to live. We live fast, we love without restraint, with impulsive desire. Are we the tortured, the wounded, the broken, abused. We have lived a thousand lives, loved a million times. We dream, we idealise, we fall in love unintentionally, we make mistakes, we endure deep suffering and we fall to the hands of lust within a heartbeat. We choose to show our ******* our ***** our hearts or our souls. We refuse to sell our mind, to which we must always remain held to. Our body is a vessel, one of productivity made victim to abuse. It's such neglect, despair, that leaves us enveloped in patterns of trauma and deeply embedded psyache. Once touched, our bodies remember as an elephants mind always will. We are tainted, scarred, stained by another's love, lust, cheating, lying, crying, kissing, losing, dreaming. We are the risk takers, the ones who dare step into the unknown and often don't adhere to rules and regulations of societal ideals. We crave love. We crave endless excitement. We crave the adrenalin rush of a new lover. We don't settle. Wanderlust writes us. Each journey shapes us, choosing a new direction, experimenting with style, fiction, autobiographical tones. Landscapes colour our pages, pollute the rooms with a myriad of paints, smoking out those who don't endure, slaves to the written word, a pledge to keep reading pages of paper, dusty from step ladder high book shelves. Finding joy in limited first editions, autographed and locked behind glass doors. Fairy tales whispered by Hans Christian Andersen - The Snow Queen in a pop up book laced with glitter and scintillation. Falling into stories, Alice's rabbit hole, lost to liquor saying drink me. The young ingénue, naïve and shy, her first role acting, embodying the spoken word through the masters written script.
© Sia Jane
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
of beautiful things
willowy warbler's
wax'n wings
silvery strumming
singing sands
languid lagoons
in luxurious lands
carvings of creosote
cacti create
fulcrum of flame
thru frivolous
fate
volcanic vestibule
vestments and
vestiges
historical hypothesis
harmonious
heritage
melanin melange
mellifuous
mild
woodduck waters
wheeling and
wild
crystal caverns
creating
light
nocturnal nymphs
announcing the
night
sumptuous sunsets
scintillation's
scream
dramatic dawn
drawn
from
a
dream
SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/2/2015
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
one
by
one
they
came
no
light
no
candle
to
smudge
the
pure
darkness
children
of
the
shade
revelers
of
midnight
there
to
view
the
event
in
the
womb
of
blackness
moons
were
cocooned
awaiting
the
push
of
labor
~ stars ~
spent
with
their
urgency
await
the
impetus
that
will
send
them
spiraling
out
into
blue
and
gold
galaxies
to
scintillation
with
nebulae
and
so
the
event
the
faces
of
the
creatures
of
the
crepuscule
evaporate
the
moons
are
birthed
into
fire
the
stars
are
scattered
like
a
billion
billiard
*****
the
fabrication
that
was
matter
energy
space
and
time
is
no
more
^
< >
\/
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
Honeysuckle running deep in nostril's recollection
Wafting nectar dripping in air, please stop
Must stay present, no time for memory swap
Sneaking in, yellowed dreams, desirous confection
O purgatory, keep me still, deviate no such inflection
Causeway flash backing egg yolk, and lemon spectrum
Road lined in runners, speckling scintillation
This loose maddening of honeysuckle titillation
Reverse your tendril's twist, quivers an ungated septum
Covers, green to yellow transitions, honeysuckle bedlam
I cannot dance down this lane for fear of you
Your ringlets curl, clasp, coil me
On such road of alluvial soil I see
How can I? Must I, escape steer of dew?
You're honeysuckle memory of all I knew
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC
I see a rainbow, a petite spark
Out of colonist's burrow,
The judge stirred his ink
Winked a little; scintillation!
They made love, at the
Shaft’s end, bourgeois’ couch
And marble halls, unmasked
Art did not meet camera, my friend.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 2:07 AM UTC
Her Diamond Mind
Rests in Pure Carbon Mine
Shining Fluorescence
Never left her with obsolescence
Light refraction
Quite the distraction
Ice rink on her finger
A monetary stinger
Gem best friend
How much did he spend?
Frozen Pond reflection
of the hardest affection
Ice rock speaks to only her
Don't be a gem amateur
Clear crystal quartz won't do Sir
with its dim blurr
Follow the four C's
Scintillation gleams
Cut determines its prism
At first sight brings hypnotism
Color - a rainbow brilliance
Smiles with each glance
More clarity for radiance
All eyes may be romanced
Be prepared for a trance
Carat weight
Might be the bait
Year after year
Continual glimmer
With every light flicker
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
Come! closer to me
more closer
more closer
touched my heart
take my soul
take my spirit to your Kingdom
your hands grabbed me
soft, warm
your love pure than scintillation light
free as a dove
I bow, pray, how grateful I am
tears fell down gently across my cheek
you sealed my lips with your eyes
my head go down, I am embarrass
your eyes looking at me
saying I love you still
my body is shaking
my heart beating very fast
To feel the eternal happiness
Come! closer to me
more closer
more closer
don't runaway from me
how could I get runaway from you ?
you have captured
my mind
my body
my soul
and my love
eternity
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC
Shadows.
In all directions I look,
I am surrounded by shadows
that make it hard for me
to decipher the dissemblance
when my eyes are wide open
and when they are sealed shut.
Darkness hovers over me
like it is fused with the air I am breathing;
suffocating me and making me gasp
for the unseen
that is imperative to keep me subsisting.
It seems that my lungs
turn into two small plastic bags
that need to be refilled
every quarter of a second
regardless of how abysmal
I drag air into my system.
With each breath I take
paralleling each time that passes,
I drift farther and farther away into oblivion.
Maybe this is how it feels
to dispossess yourself
and let the phantom take over
what is left of you.
Maybe this is how it feels
to be lost and remain unsought.
Yet even with treacherous memory I now have,
there is still a fragment that fails to vanish.
It is the fragment that remembers
the glimmer that used to keep the darkness away.
The scintillation that awakened love, hope, and faith
that lounged within me.
The light.
My light.
You.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 4:42 AM UTC
Stop battering her mind by invasions
of your curious cultural perversions
Get out of her way I tell you for god sake.
She needs quietude
To come out of her servitude
to repair and restore her aptitude
In the balm and calm of solitude
Her dome is broken with throbs
torn yarns spasm derobes
With velocity escape to infinity
Due to your ferocious felinity
She needs peace to space walk
To gather the ruffled rob safe back
So leave her alone I tell you
As if she were in ICU
She needs silence to settle
Down to revive her mettle
with rarer precious metals
Cement her mental pieces
Mind can swoop down with trough
Ride on a rough wave's crest
Pat and pacify with suavity
bring back the halo from infinity
zero down the hero with unity,
from a state of KD
rejuvenate the PD
Back to an ambience of 3D
So Leave her alone I tell you
Let her bleed, perspire in despire
If mind willing, desire compelling
Let it prepare her self, to repair itself
the broken respiration sighs
With high waves of neighs
conspires to set in her scattred inspiration
To the errected pyre of desperation
Asunder to cinder and surrender.
Let the fire embrace her to scintillation
In a catalystic ambiance of ventilation
Mix and suffix with whirling flame
To phoenix her into a healing dame.
For god sake leave her alone I tell you..
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
by way of strangers we met
i recall those lustrous nights
the sky held no stars
we were young
maybe too young...
i don't remember which
us, a misfit bunch of misfits
a gang of conglomeration
unleashed on a distant city
to each of us our own
yet to each of us the same
caught up in scintillation
i was lost in the sounds
the sights, the smells
smoke veiled my exhausted eyes
and vapor, my lungs
these lights are unfamiliar
the neon language i cannot translate
we've only got 'one shot'
i think we turn left, maybe right
turns out, i think i was wrong
strangers swiftly became friends
and friends swiftly left
i, too, followed their exit
i struggle to remember everything
i can't even recall all the names
by way of strangers we left
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
They have split the adam ant atom again,
The voices they whisper to my cockleshell ear.
In a couple of moments we will go live,
To see the moon in the rear.
A cocktail quiescent scintillation of constellations gather,
Pools of flashes and twinkles in the sky,
When the music of the band changes,
I get that look in my eyes, And run to nowhere in fear.
Surreal in a dream, seems that reality
pools at the tip of a leaf,
Complexity in its veins channel the water teaming with life,
To the tip of all anguish and grief.
There it is suspended – dangling in the wind,
And someone bumps it ajar.
That calico cat of a man with a scar,
Comes from the dark side of the moon.
I will meet you there, up in the sky,
When the choirs of angels die.
And I Lucifer of society shall rise,
And be the new god of the skies.
The cats in the cradle, and the silver spoon,
The little boy blue and the man in the moon,
When will I see you,
I don’t know when,
We will get together then.
Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 10:42 AM UTC
Have you ever seen a smile
that made you turn away with glee
have you ever felt a face so close
eyes contacting
like a particle collision.
This will end in a heavy mess, and yet -
a portrait with such warmth.
radiating in a such a way star beams envy it's smirk.
and supernovae would **** for the smile.
when you look at me I know
I'm here
I'm real
I'm alive
These thoughts bring tiny Heat deaths to my chest
expanding forever
I might never exhale, if only to draw in the moment
and die with it inside me.
but, I won't
superfluous words merely orbit my skull
with a stronger gravity
pulling them further from you
tearing chucks of me elsewhere
until eventually your warm glow, is merely
a scintillation
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC
The strength and power to control what you will.
*Moon tides leaning forward, unwillingly praising the shore's glare.
Slaves that dance and chant in the ocean of glass. Uncontrollable Scintillation at dawn, beyond your limbs' imagination.
I speak of powerful motion, along to the fiery drum beat of a universal heart.
Mindlessly Swaying to the crashing of waves, heat waves, waves; well, the music of the earth humbly beneath your feet.
Of national rhythm, spectacle truths, that spectrum of light that teaches after dark times.*
The power and strength to do your will.
*The blush of rose in the sky near night time. Articulation of life's pleasures into a single moment.
The milky way, every way, life's way; way.
To give the pheonix her flame, to give the sun her glow.
Control of the moons above us, the star, the night. Conductor of rhythm, music flowing through your veins in its perfection.*
The strength. Imagine.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
And where drops the feet, a mild scintillation
Springs in the splash of the puddle here
And there and ‘yond the lawn
Reaching for the vindication
Of gun wrappers, ‘butts, and other
Brazen trash on the damp mulch.
Yet, these rains cry down with passion
Found not but in the ***** of home
—From very far away
—And very much alone
This seed of refuse, fertility yet sown
Sprouts the vine of rebellious fruits
Sneaking serpentine to the edge of the blazing sun
Embracing the split-wood and claiming
The hedge-proper its own.
And though you can’t cry
The world does it for you
Its tears made a forest so much higher
Than I; in meadows pert
You’ll show me a locket
Trodden in dirt, I’ll show you a flower that grew in the hurt
And grows to the top, the burgeon-trees lead
From one, little piece of trash
From one refuse seed.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC
is this as far as we can go?
are the lodging feelings to sink six feet below?
in the thick of the stars that glow
along the tracks of the train that goes slow
i seek for answers to flow
will the scintillation from long ago
wind up just another dumb show?
or will we be able to bestow
each other with a lasting beau?
how can i ever be
the keeper of the most precious key
to a heart that’s shattered in three?
separated by an outstretched sea
will you ever hear me as i plea
for on your hands you hold my glee?
will you finally come free me
and lead me to a love with no fee?
why can’t i seem to tell
that i’m under an agonizing spell?
unrequited love comes really close to a cell
where only anguish and misery dwell
however way i want to quell
this love that puts me in hell
it will never change the fact that i fell
and you broke into my own shell
am i still going to fight
and hold on tight
even with my missing knight?
my will tells me to further re-ignite
so i could keep the subsequent bright
but will i still find the only light
that will help me see through the night?
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
I fell in love not with your tongue
though with the scintillation in your eyes
and the almost unnoticeable unremitting sighs
the ones before you slide into a soothing sleep
withal the way your lips fit mine
and intertwine between my inner needs
the way i weaken in your grasp
devouring me with each gasp
You sir, are the one i want to please
and beholds the heart to be seized
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
Heaven forsakes
Pry it out
With the jaws of life
Off the handle and on the rag
Off the *** on the needle
Off the record
On the clock, in the fetal position
Lights off, in the dark
Talking to myself
My Jerry-rigged heart
Jot down the notes
Under attack
And come out on top
I trust you kid
Like a rusty bridge
Was the fight fair or fixed?
It was one sided
Took a dive
Nose dive
The plummet
Sky falling
For a ha' penny
Dish it out if you can take it
Make it from scratch
Get off the fence
Out of the space
Between that rock
And that hard place
Go for broke
It's vintage
It's retro
You're pressed for time
Towel's thrown
Crickets chirp
Water it down
Dumb it down
Put it down
Throw down
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
I morosely chew on my pencil top.
silently sigh at the damage done.
I look at him, my breath stops,
Him,
the bandage to my broken heart.
Drizzle of glitter from the stars
My version of pixie dust.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 1:38 PM UTC
Stoic amid the tranquil tides, the temperate zephyrs
But a fluttering spark, travelling through the aeons
Witness to the wonders of time, yet ever fleeting
The bearer of that which outlasts this eternal folly
However, for a certainty, even this steadfast paragon
Does not foresee what the clock hands have in store
And the fallen mouth their soft, intelligible rhymes
Thus the air carries this ephemeral elegy of euphony
But as the voices dance within those hallowed halls
Sound brilliantly in harmony, a display of fervour
The mosaic of echoes dismantled by fate's clutches
Changes imminently, unavoidably, flawlessly
Alas, the decadent phantoms of the days long gone
In their irrefutable devotion to their fallacious lord
Seek naught but to extinguish the astral avatar
Embodied within the solitary luminaire, ever vigilant
Does the final line of defence lay dormant even now
As the messenger of the deep beyond revivifies
The illusion dispelled, disenchanted, disengaged
Situation growing direr, the peacekeeper absent
Sealed within a decrepit maze, the mirrored world
Drawing parallels between the unimaginable still
Lost its own essence in the steadily rising entropy
For none are safe; the fabric of reality is wounded
Tendrils escape from the fissure, liberated at last
Come what may, the very barriers between realms
Once separating life and death, light and darkness,
Brought down in a prismatic flash of scintillation
And as that which tore this rift open runs rampant
The spectres of the past in their perpetual undeath
Whisper but a single innocent inquiry of naiveté
"May we reclaim our corporeal selves once more?"
An epiphany unlike most defeats wishful thinking
The clairvoyant beholder, the ever-present observer
Held their answer for as long as the currents of time
Although hope succumbs last, what is after hope?
Thus, in the demoralising wake of the bitter truth
Let the untamed flames of fury loose, such tragedy
Doom befalls the woeful, weary and withered worlds
For the inconspicuous spark has ceased its motion
The end justifies the means in the mind of madness
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
Skimming the surface of your sweetness
Creamy rich creme brulee
with a je ne said quois kick
Skin of sprinkled seasonings
Looks like art
In all sensory scintillation
Delicate dashes
Deliberate divinity finds
A splash of savior savory
Boil up smiles
Bubble over in rounds
Popping sizzle
Of a new recipe spark
Invite chance to the table
And me without manners
Fumbled elbows atop a table
Unrefined as an innocent palette
Fear finds fruitful fools as I
Always want another taste
Insatiable sensations
Shake me
Never the same
A want to swish you in my mouth
So you know my words stir smoother sound space
Than my mind lets on
Imagine a ticking timer
For me or you
Cant just swelter in the smell
Saliva sweat on hot stovetop
Tease your texture between teeth
I find gritted in a past
Of al dente pasta
Not quite my liking
But always filling
How hard to be full
Of a hearth of health
When i've been so long
Waited on by baited service
Couldn't help but take a bite
I got hooked
Reeled in line to choke on breathing
Luck lifeline
To see release
Catch a nibble
Insist I taste
Your full flavor
Ever evolving buds
Dissolve new resolve
From tongue
Of trepidation
Swirled in soufflee one day
Tiramisu on through
To courses I never knew
In glistening garnishes
Playful plating
Dining halls of hope
Glazed eyes
Fancy this feast
Mixed anew
Set you a place
Its fit for two
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 8:12 AM UTC
Life soars high on a moonbeam
suspended by cosmic winds in a blue dream
subtle scintillation in the night sky
a most sanguine solace
a most surreal delight
Maybe it's not love but it can't be far
perhaps appreciation, under the light of stars
for I do not know these beings motivations
merged minds, separate bodies seek insulation
In cold stellar winds
drifting in elation
A gleam in the eye, maybe it's temptation
lovers delight above our world's location
my interpretation of these aberrations
often inaccurate, with no foundation
for all i know i'm tripping in my own fixation
Two great beings float across the sky
sitting on a moon in my mind's eye
love is on their minds when they feel cold
clothes of red, violet, cyan, blue and gold
a face of glass, reflections of the stars behold
the stars are in the sky tonight
manifold
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC
I hope when I dig deep inside my heart
to see what lies there
I find endless glitter and confetti.
And only when enough pressure has build up in the core of my being
That an endless streamlined sparkle will burst through my walls
or consume me entirely
when I explode into gazillion tiny strips of scintillation
and watch your ablution with pieces of me.
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 1:42 AM UTC
You are awesome
You are awfully up or down
Shall we clutch?
Then it's a shy frown
And it's a shabby shame
I will wake the birds
They are barely screeching
It will be a screech indeed
Just a crazy race around the floor
Around the corner
Around the map I walk
Around the crowds
The only people those in rags
The screeching friends
A scintillation of the flesh
Yet they are rough
It's a crazy ******** picture:
The flying birds around the razor shimmer
A frisky fleece now shorn
******
The floating plumage of the sister
Everyone is rough
Altered by everybody else
Rocks and a crazy breeze around us
It's been sweet
Squabbled frowns off the floor
Singing around us
The screeching scintillating people
Singing apart
Then the false raising of a floating voice
The funny fools singing about the trash
The screech scattered around
It's faulty; it's obsolete.
It's gotten stupid
Got a burn but the gut's rubbed raw
Got stuffy but got strewn about
I got stuck but I got struck too late;
The scarlet satin about to be scattered
Got struck; got a bad character; got a bad grip
It's been strewn around us
Now the scenery is rough
Bins stinky with dismantled hearts
Swaggering in vain
Everything rubbed to a high shine
Everything to hide behind
But a stray smile but a hahaha
A bad story but a hahaha
A struggle but a stray cat
Sweet as usual
But a struggle / but stinky / but a hahaha
Array of ******* bins
Waiting collection
As birds swoop screeching
And pick at debris
And nibble on us.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC