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ivy jubjub Mar 2013
i fell into oblivion,
from the shores of Beyond Death
its waters were vermillion
a thousand colors under black
i fell into oblivion
and held the seawaves in my arms
but even as the fog came in,
and my mind was slipping away
there was a catch- an infernal life vest
and my lungs still struggled for air.

i fell into oblivion, my sketchbook held me up
my pencil my oars,
the spine my rest
grey and white drawings held me in their hands
oblivion, they said, it's not as it seems
it's not what you want
stay here with me
don't let go of the pencil, it's keeping you sane
each stroke that you touch pencil to page
you're drawing your heartbeats
in monochrome grey

i fell into oblivion, and washed on the shores
of black sand and grey sand-
Life at its Worst
but i managed to crawl a little farther up the shore
the sand turned to white, the clouds swept away
but still back behind me
oblivion tugged on its rope
and collapsing, i gasped
my heart tugged out of my throat

i saw my own heart lying red on the sand
soon followed my lungs
still taking in air
and i died on the beach, my bones scattered bout
but still i resisted,  
dying wasn't for me yet
so i picked up my pencil
sand stuck to the tip
it made little furrows in the shining bright sand

and when i couldn't hold my pencil at all
that's when i really died-
my soul was no more
but i didn't swim back into the black sea
i drifted away on a cloud made for me
left behind my body, my organs, my bones
around them the words, carved into the sand
-the world is my sketchbook-
-i shall not be destroyed-
Primrose Clare Mar 2014
the halcyon timberland rest
a cottage with gliding vines upon its wall
tasted soot and first snow,
knew the land where all grass grows.

I am a piece of mild apple rotting in merry hues
upon skeletons of twirling tree roots.
I peek skywards to the ripen boughs
and the mirthful hopping birds  
of gold and yellow, of ruby and dream.

Amidst a silvery silent
sun rays make its glow of gold
with the sapphire ocean's salt.
Hear the wealthy sea soughing from afar?
in quiet burrows the rabbit takes its ample rest
as deep and soundly as dormant butterflies
in the green harmony bushes;
with the subtle, halcyon seawaves' singing...
A fine lullaby indeed.


**l.r
Mateuš Conrad Dec 2024
Not to paraphrase Heidegger...
rather for an idea to evolve
from da-sein: there-being...
id est:
             there's being: no concern
but yes, concern...
for every knot of no (indefinite
negation) through to
        not (definite negation) -
party theme, ex-prince halfpenny
'irty 'arry in mustard ***** khaki
as a stormtrooper
with Korean girl fetishes for
Yougo Boss the splendour of ZZ-top
Abwerh timid grey
und zee... nacht-schwarz-stiefel-lecken
of those... razor dressed
and attired... evil... evil: mensch...
menace of Yiddish
corrupting the Deutschezunge
that Hebrew could never arrive at
in either English, Spanish or Polish...
almost like baiting the Holocaust...
in the security industry
a sense of commeraderie unlike
communism something more personal
and disarming
humanising a sense of being more
than a traffic cone high viz *****
parody...
so from dasein through to: actual
(but not authentic -
    authentic replaced by synthetic
in turn reaching out from beyond Kant
to contravene analytical approaches)
concern: synonym da-sein:
there nowhere to here and transcendental
through and into her...
a sense of being:
but not associated with time or space...
a mishmash of **** stink cobwebs
***** and spit...
         a zu-sein...
borne of and somewhat off:
together... without a quality adjective
suffic attache -ness
            id est id: vivo, ovo, occulus...
******... ***** Cyclops...
                 zusammen-sein...
      which is more than I can say
for the Idlamic project to convert secular
post-atheistic Europe...
proto-athristic...
it's almost as if these Arabs and pseudo
Pakistani Arabs never figured out
that Pan-Slavism existed long
before the current Pan-Arabic
failure rummaging in it's own filth
of wealth not properly distributed
under the principles of Izlam...
Pan-Germanism was short lived
and it never really was: to begin with...
not even with the aid of the North
America outlet of experiment.
yes: apostrophe is both the 'ebrew
YOD as is 10 and the consonant
******: for the two vowel catchers
of laughter and of sighs (HaaH)
better still: H'H... hayah...
"we" can fiddle with the W as cosine
and maybe even M via the sine fluctuation
or... just appreciate
the flow of the river
or the tumultuous errands of
seawaves nibbling and framing
the shores... as the Moon ***** around
with metaphors of chariots and
chiseled horse hooves.
to the burdens of the mountain
the seas
and the skies
to the burdens of these
and the gods
a man sometimes implores
and implores so graciously for the rest
of us
that we become his imploring life
and in him We Allah Said of Muhammad
but then the Arabs became filthy rich
and didn't care to give for conversion
the gold of the dead dinosaurs
oil for blood
but i have learned the manual fear box
when others are automatic horrific
last of the Black Madonna
with the onslaught of the Swedes
and civilized Vikings
not the Norwegian
and that's a separate story
the Danes
and Saxons heroic words
i feel inclined to heroism
the craving of the imploded British Empire...
but i am a poet
of the Coliseum and the Nadir
of the British Empire:
de-emparlization
RZ
i said two things
because i thought and i felt
and i was so away from you
come with me alone
i am your husband i am not
a toy monkey
i was at my worst
but i was switching gears
between England and Poland
and you didn't have
to find the art work of how
the English inherited the best
part of the Roman concept of words
how the English inherited the minimalistic
approach
minimmal
minnimal
minimal
                  ah yes~!

               and so my love for humanity preserves itself
with a crucifix
and a pickle in a pink
and jar
and jam-jar...
i echo a living lost
of a tongue...
English in England
was once the English in the World
now the might of tongue
\reduced to the supposed thought
of man:
i see English
i don't see England
i see English
i don't see the fates
of rocks
i find myself on the sea
of thought and stable points
of ideas of ******* seas
thinking they are rivers
around islands....

god is a genius
but the thinking around is
art *******
i like it spiced with
biologistic
collective
i have no soul
i have a soul
exemplars
and clowns
i need plenty of those
this crown is about
to lose its head
but the longer i wear it
i walked into the shift
all paranoid
but then i did get the biggest
pay rise and no one is
going to congratulate me on that
it will all be kept
hush hush like
a stew of chicken hearts etc and some
better than life rice that's also
wheat..
air more song:
from Beyonce to Sam  Fender
but i'm looking for jobs for the waiting
through August
i'm a husband so far away
i rather include her in my poems
that talk to her:
i think that's how we met
up in the Plath & Hughes...
  
welcome Europe centre
like Italy:
Lombardio...
Lombarditto...
Lombarszio...
                Lamb *****: English please...
*** *** ***!
**** it... paint it word it:
same ****:
different cover!
paint it!
word it!
**** it!
put on a shirt!
white, ironed: black tie to match
up to the Teutonic Order
par:
no other... going to take up
Antarctica
and Estonia
parts of Finland
Latvia
Lithuania
and blobs of north
Pomeranian
Poland and Germany soils...

punctuation marks
and swords
i think i
love think no ordeal
like this smudge:
where painting imitates
writing
we all know the simpler
accomplishment of
EARNING via
writing:
that music sold quick
then writing...
painting: doesn't sell...
watch painting sell?
i would like my writing to become
immediately: VINTAGE...
savvy?
GRUDGE

i'm a karen
without
problems
  
    GRUDGE

GRUDGEKAREN
#anythingyouwantinthisbrightgreenworld
o­f oysters and seawaves
and i think i'm giving birth
hellow Susan:
hallow!
Susan: hello Karen!
who was this historical Catherine...
retardo briano

being married 3000 miles apart
i'm teasing fringes off civilization
she meddles in society
i'm getting civilization breathing
down my neck
then i get her little society
little women big wig out
massive society
free fu=ck for everyone!

oh wow! the mere idea: the ideally meager
i see slack
choice of colour!

we now are used to painting
roads on walls
and flowers in fruits
i think
that settles it: like so, sow and sour: oh!
i think you could paint me to point
in the right direction...

Green
Yellow
Orange
Gold
Brown

my proud heritage
of a European in Africa
i would rather
live in Africa
as ah
European
than life in Europe
as African
competing
with Sub Continent Asia
India ***** buckets and Mozart-no
Romanian children ******* up
with bad daddies
i was thinking about
trains and silence in Tokyo
like it was beyond
a shade of M=ecca and
Vat-Gy-gunjinn

i think th
at code              reservation seaters:
no seats                    there's some veil i'm tugging
tugging tugging tugging tugging at:
the "thing" doesnt want to reveal itself
but is considered
SLEEPING...
         the veil of being invisible:
i peer at god and can't see my bus pass
my projectional vect.
or i just don't know
maybe i'm talking ONOMATOPOEIA
and ONTOLOGY
and ENTYMOLOGY
are basic instructions
to face a Gladiator's invoke: against Time:
you are in no worth regarding
concept of space
you are in a universe
you are in an absence of a tooth
you are in a painting
you are alive
you tow not you you
and that's the only mystery
but there are two:

you tow not you you
i omitted the S
and possessive articles
not differentiated
from the plural S
possessive: apostrophe S
': yod... that Y as a dot
hiding dot
I in small...

                   Y
                    I

                     that's why: i is: yι

that dot is the why-you-Greek-thinker?
i am a Greek thinker
facing up to Roman Sophists
i quick
and quack
theorist
break narrative

            i becomes
[λ]                                {λ}

                 L: gamma... Γγ
i will not go beyond my idea-
my way of life beyond the Greek
but i was subverted
by the 1960s
post 1940s and the concentration camps
and how did it happen
so many people were loitering
and stopped about the idea of work?
there was a political system in place
whereby too many people were
being WELFARED...
genuine term:
on WELFARE...
job  = Center rules
you must be insane on benefits
but it's like riches unbecome
in the constant stress of food
compensate with money
sharing of focus-concepts
that hyphen compound is a schizophrenic
puzzle
one i stress invokes a necessity of
the frequent lazy
bilingual...
                  no apology yes
that's the criteria...

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