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Thursday, 26 May 2011
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Intention
It begins as a pulse, from the cavity of the chest
The rapture of a heart, beating beneath her breast
Pounding outward, swelling veins with emotion
Riveting her body with sensation and motion
And still she stands
As untamed currents travel, over an empty navel
To feet and hands-
Uncertain of what to do, though experienced in movement
Each blood vessel taking form as a time-capsule
Chambers of memories
Entrapped by weight of a brain's density
Although the surge of the current contines to flow through
Dancing upon thought, collecting truth
Though asbashed integrity remains difficult to swallow
Ebb caught in a woman's throat, where doubts wallow
And the tongue swells with intensifying intention
As lips quiver with the utterence of mention
Such sensations spill from her mouth, to form vibrations of sound
That carry caresses to ears of audience
Seeking to bare relevance-
Which fade through time reached destiny
As the drumming beats against distance and gravity
To reach a destination that spans conduits from ear to mind
Seeking any space of similarity Comparison could find
While the current remains the same, It flows through different veins
Each molecule uniquely shaped, to set it's own pace
Two atoms bound together by chemicle reaction
Their energy found in synergy, with their goal of saisfaction
From eyes to throat, the current drives an unchartered course
Yet finally comes to meet the very essence of it's source
Encompassed in the chasm of another's pulsing heart
Synthesizing two rhythyms into one, a scuplture of art
Colour paints the body, with a rainbow of meaning
A blank canvas best recieves the beauty of the scenery
And...
Mystery could only feel the impact in the brush strokes of precision
And such, is the jouney-
In the ambition of Intention
Sunday, 03 April 2011
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Garden Secrets
Iron clad gates enclose a maze of mystery
Holding the keys of its heart-shaped lock, are nymphs and fairies.
They carry secrets in their pockets, and truth upon their wings
And on the wind you can hear whispers of their esoteric musings.
Echoes blown through the strands of their hair
Entangled on leaves, that kiss the air
A dance of branches and entwined vines
Hug the tall walls, encapsulated by time
Behind the confines, lie lush plants and fruits
All protecting their nourishing nectar and seeds of youth-
Above interlocked pathways leading to places unknown
Between the space that cracks, even weeds are overgrown.
Stones line the soil scattered like a fresh rain
Each diferent from the last, some say their colours even change
None fully understand the magic of this place
The children call it their secret garden, the elders call it a maze.Mushrooms grow on the noses of gnomes, who swim in the dirt
Reciting the same old stories, their listener's have already heard
While messenger doves lay their eggs in the ground
And scatter their notes upon tree tops, never to be found-
Beside apples painted a bright ruby red
From the blood their branches scarificially bled
As drops of stardust ripple the waters of lucid blue ponds
The drumming of vibrations form the percussion of song.
And beetles climb blades of grass, escaping the jaws of fawns and ferrets
All engaging underneath a canopy of clouds that veil these garden secrets
Monday, 03 January 2011
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Mindscape
Its landscape rolls for miles over hills and planes
As wide as the Sahara and as tall as the Amazon,
A vast type of terrain.
Its peaks and valleys engrain themselves, marking territory
Of space and places traveled from memory
Footprints in sands of time, swallowed like quicksand
Grains entrapped in the shift of an hour-glass
The mental map spans as an atlas-
Across oceans of thought
It's diversity like ethnicity, upon continents of want
Polarities in the North and South wager logic and emotion
East and West bearing truce between doubt and devotion
Direction clouded by overcast skies of Ego
Reigning drops on the roof of Self's shingles
Keygen unassigned
Discovery as Self's guide-
Unto planets unknown and unchartered stars
Where Inspiration hitch hikes on comets and Creativity hops on Mars
And the depth of the Earth cracks, when Epiphany quakes
Staining the soil of the soul, deepening colours of wake
Senses thrive
Birds sing songs, echoed in a distant musing
Ringing tones true and bold, clarifying confusion
For rivers of uncertainty still flow-
Versing one through the undertow of how not to know
Hallucinations and mirages wander in deserts of experiment
Altered perceptions peer from the peak of the pyramids
While Preference has her seat on the humps of camels, traveling
Lessons learned mark the packs of their riders, now unraveling
As Naivety, whose virtue is lost from traveling alone-
Deep in the hollows of some cave or an ancient cove
Familiarity lay at the base of mountains,
Whose cold, felt before
Chill bones of frailty and fear, in the face of the unknown
Crisp winds of Drive, wisp through the grasses of Influence
And Inspiration cries on a blown sigh, at authentic-indifference
Misrepresented Benevolence.
Stones step on water, bearing its fluidity
Lusting for the wash-over of clear-coated lucidity
Dream states, stated in the clouds' formation
An overlay of reprieve from ground-zero stagnation
In the corner of the Antarctic, thoughts bear a strange dialect
Where unfulfilled desires compliment that which contradicts
And all along the oceanic floors of self, enchanting crustaceans grow
Like the birth of infinity, where possibility sways an exhibitionists' show
This place bear not the recognition of charting physical space
Come; enjoy the journeys through the Labyrinth of Mindscape
Monday, 08 November 2010
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The Weight of a Woman
With silhouettes that could swallow the shadows of cathedrals and temples
Gold plated facades, reflective of beauty's example
A maticulous splendor of grandier
Pillars for bones, a design construct of internal strength
Thee dwelling within, still grander than thee external-extent
From sands of time in Jerusalem long ago forgotten
Enrobed from head to toe, in luxurious cottons
To modern mothers still swaddling their children
In tender enbraces, snug from manufactured linens
Women.
Whose wide naieve eyes often mistaken for observable weakness
When honesty in relativity is the truth that they see
They are the maidens of meaning
The dancers of life's rythmic breathing
And on the wind they sing meditations of sensuality and feeling
Those whom hear their cries, dare not believe satisfaction is fleeting
For signifigance, they teach - is everpresent
With a look, a glance
Effortlessly she resembles an internal incandescence
Beyond the bossom of comfort, through lips stained apple red
They share stories of soul and heart, such tales with no end
Their voices soothe like a melodic overture to a silent eve
Whose carresses of tenderness find much needed relief
The fragrance of a woman envelops any room
Evoking a man's senses, once thought to be removed
Skin like kashmere, silken hair and cheeks a-flush
With flawless elegance, a woman's presence felt, so lush
The world is the stage they stand upon, under the crimson lights
Performance reviewed and critiqued upon resounding sound and sight
Such weights of expectancy bear their shoulders, strong
Of to either flow with the tide or be swept along
Queens of Islam stoned alive, for deviating from the plight
In their last breaths of compassion, they exepmlify their might
Not bearing ill will, with an understanding grant of amnesty
Holding true
Her labours of love- a true monarch to a family
Repeated musings of art and culture, a beauty that stands trial
Cryptic constellations captured in Mona Lisa's smile
Goddesses, Paraohs and Queens
Powers' living flesh, stain the pages of history
Women
Life's trapeze artists of duality
Maintaining balance in strength and elegance
The weight of a woman is beared gracefully
Saturday, 18 September 2010
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I Exist
I drip
to a drop
Thinking-
Forgot
I roll
to unwind
Seeking-
Find
I light
to a spark
Exhibition-
Embark
I burst
to explode
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