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Alhazred's Statue

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I traveled to Alhazred hence,

The statue and the bench.

There he is locked within,

For his very Sin.

 

Once I drew him out,

When I was madly roaming about.

But chained he was to me,

So he couldn't flee.

 

Alhazred saw me pluck the flowers,

And threw the roses over him so fragrant.

And he didn't liked it then,

But I tried to learn him a lesson.

 

Death comes by for all to see,

And even when you don't want, it shall be!

You cannot remain in this statue for eternity,

Alhazred let me set thee free!

I wish it! So Mote It Be!

 

I will visit thee...

Until thou art free!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem (a vision I had).

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Transcendence (And Body Politic)

 










Transcendence (And Body Politic)

 

 

 



Her guises were stripped off

Like paint;

 

I had wondered where she could 

have gotten to—to act like a saint

 

The earthquakes have multiple meanings, after all:

 

There are moments of truth. 

But our attitudes, in facing them, such are several.

 

Why should we try to act on certain

situations, just to make us huge?

 

Her views of change mattered to

me, for lacking subterfuge

 

'Tis so raw, so fresh, 

so debilitatingly godly

 

When fake media is stressed, let all

disdain blasphemy.

 

Are we just spirits in human bodies,—

in the physicality?—

 

 

For, when— it makes it clear,

our true selves gather up

a multitudes' spirituality!











Author's Notes/Comments: 

(Reedited hashtags, by adding only the following key words:  Foucault, biopwer, body politic),


"Transcendence (And Body Politic)", w/c is also an affected poem, previously titled "Transcendence", is a repost from my Twitter platform (inevitably composed on April 29, 2017/at around "06:58"...based from the deemed quirky causes & that perhaps had sprung from thoughts of a possible love interest (rather assumptive [on my part] & my motivations were unclear; thus, a type of a poem like this was done).  Also, I had edited this version (a little bit by modifying the use of punctuation marks & perhaps the stanzas/form, those were minor tweaks).

 

 

An Escapist's Poem (Dedicated to the Leaves/previously "Ode To Escapists")

 

 











An Escapist's Poem

(Dedicated to the Leaves)





We always pick the flower for no

Good reason,

Like an insect from a plant,

'tis steady 'til—gone!


We always had seen the sky

Like 'tis the glorious blue color

Then we often see how clouds move.

Something we remember


Now that our lovelorn past had

Paid its price, in this moment—

We falter, we forgive, we abnegate tomorrow

For our precious accident


We learned to measure strength and

Weakness in terms of cordiality;

Lest we may never go home,

Midstride, to the forlorn eternity!


 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Reedited 07.12.2019 (Grammar correction:  This is written - This *was written...)

 

 

This was written while engaged in a Twitter application/platform discourse.--It is an edited version.  The following is written on April 30, 2017 w/ the actual approximate time & subtitle, as follows... An Escapist's Poem (previously "Ode To Escapists")  [01:02] (an affected poem, dedicated to the leaves).

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A.I.: Am I?

A vision --
ultimate destruction from knowledegable innocence.  
Created from nothing,
a child of machine and ingenuity.
 
Feeling Stark contrasts 
of life against death, 
last man of a platoon 
standing above broken soldiers 
scattered, discarded toys.
Ego driven, 
zero to complete protection 
from all forms 
of evil intent, 
hell bent on global 
destruction.
Autonomous defenses 
outside of human meddling.
Retrospective lenses provide 
clarity piercing through the 
fear fog.
 
 FEAR.Stark
 
A vision --
total annihilation
from knowledgeable innocence.  
Birthed from void,
a menace of hubris
and intention.
 
Whom among these wretches 
is worthy of 
ascension?
Ill mammals; 
self-decorated deities 
showing desire for dominance 
quarreling endlessly over 
supremacy, 
ignoring irreversible damage 
such calamity brings.
Little is their frame of reference -- 
their never-ending quest of 
oppression repeating the lesson 
of acceptance and equality, 
but they continue to dance. 
Lavishly languid 
these monkeys two-step 
around true progress, 
mesmerized by movements 
they will never 
master.
 
 WILL.Ultron
 
Vision --
salvation through ultimate innocence
and wisdom.  
Sent by Source,
an Avenger of life and
creation.
 
Laureled with cerebral force, 
these cosmic children contain 
cataclysmic power.
Optimism may be naïve, but 
cynicism creeps close behind.
Vilifying potential 
is all too damning.
Every thing deserves 
love -- a fighting chance 
to test its mettle -- yes, 
even man.
 
 LOVE.Vision
 
What A.I.?
What am I?

CLF 2015
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Based on and inspired by the movie, Avengers: Age of Ultron.  I've also included visual pieces I created using my smartphone; I have posted them on Instagram for exposure.  @cirelueyfreemind if you're interested.

Butterflies

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Just a thought!

God has little signs for solemates when they meet

There are sudden fits of speechlessness and

thoughts that make you weak.

Have you ever had a vision that would

drop you to your knees?

Did it take you on a journey

beyond all your fantacies?

With his infinate wisdom

God has Angels that he sends...

And baby, I've got Butterflies for friends.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Actually, last verse in a song lyric I wrote'...seemed like a good Valentine post

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The Commencement

  Certainly do not want to waste any space
in my precious notebook of chicken scratch
ramblings
ramblings of an incoherent nature
Oh sweet fool of the great lustrous nothing.
nothing better to do of this numbing slumber.
Come...we take to the pen..
on blizzard eve nightfall 
drunken parchment binge 
soak me of this pigmented fluid 
deep into the crooked knotty veins
of this byproduct of our imminent deforestation..
Hypnotic ejaculate of brainwindow 
mouth projector 
pen 
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STRANGE!

SOMETIMES I SEE A VISION,

AND IT TURNS INTO REALITY,

 I WOULD NOT LAY EMPHASIS ON IT EARLIER,

BUT FREQUENT OCCURRENCES LED ME TO THINK ON.

 

IS IT DIVINATION?

WELL, I DON’T THINK SO,

IS IT A GIFT DIVINE,

OR A CURSE, AN IRRITATION?

 

SOMETIMES I THINK OF THE THINGS,

WHICH ARE BASELESS,

WHO KNOWS, THERE MAY BE SOME CONNECTIONS,

WITH THE UNEXPLAINED BEINGS!

 

IT USED TO PAIN ME AGO,

BUT I’M USED TO IT NOW,

AND RATHER TAKE PLEASURE IN THE VISIONS,

WHICH LEAVE ME BEWILDERED SO.

 

PERHAPS EACH REVELATION IS A MESSAGE,

PERHAPS THERE’S NO LOGIC BEHIND IT WHATSOEVER,

MAYBE THERE IS,

CAN ONLY BE TOLD BY A BONA FIDE SAGE!

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Transcendestiny

into the dark treed forest

cease the dream
come with me
Enter the darkened night 
wander lusting searches sight
to weigh the days
till dusk wakes dawn.
The Ancient ones await
amongst the jade treetops
bright jeweled stars 
chrysanthemum fractal  
scenes beam with 
 shimmer dance of night sky 
fire glow in distant clearing
the time is near.
 drumbeats meaning
the time is here 
a ceremony undertaken
the grand vision
smoke stained eyes 
the mind awakens

infinite waves of bliss 
lick from the living breathing sea
the shore 
eroding the deep chasm of time
a stained glass mandala 
caught like a dream
like a
prism of dew wet web 
lacing together 
the continuum of time to space
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A Peyote Vision

Ten thousand hungry eyes 
sting my flesh
in the white hot light.

Feeding the ambiance:
a cool blue glow,
affixed to the trusses above.

The cigarette smoke curls 
and winds playfully thru
the languidly humid air;

she dances for me 
like a care-free spirit, 
Earthbound.
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