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Thursday, 26 May 2011

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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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