Monday, May 30, 2011

Tango de la Materia, No. 8

Have felt love swell

And heard it wane

Watched it die

And can feel it resurrected

God is love

’Tis strange

To run

Opened wounds in truth

Perforating blood

Open relationships

As leaves on breezes

Once always long forgotten

Many (rivers/peaches) to hunt

And merely imaginatively

In avoidance of moral ties

A noose in buttons undone

I weep and heave for love

And cannot hear the heartbreak

Globalizing (direct cut puppet strings/

Worlds enclosed in moments)

(Temporality/robota) laughs her way

To death split psychologies

Directly at those whose guns might blaze

Lifetimes embraced in brushes of a day

Prawns in a maze

Doth feed the fire resisting stays

Hath (seen/dwelled) inside a woman’s soul

Can sense her breakers’ moral pelt

Her leaves so delicately blown

A horse whose master slain

She’s a (dreamcatcher/

(Night’s/knight’s) mare on

A (lonely/balmy) plain/

A hollow hollow grave meandering)

Through (strains/strands)

Of cynical delirium

As (manifested/glamourized)

Each ascertained and overly become

A (dilettante/eccentric phase)

A love so delicately (sung/unsung)

(In closed/enclosed) circles

At better position to believe her lies

As so surely will they come

Hath forced to strangle

A solitary lightness as unbearable

As uncertainty in beloved

Friday, May 27, 2011

Tango de la Materia, No. 7

Dangerously close to epitome

The butterflies doth flock

In abundant anticipation

(Consistent delicacies/consistently delicate)

A true artist doth make

Something out of nothing

Pure objectivity by sole subject

Plays God in absolute

And imposes the choice for respect

Upon the audience

A haughty arrogance held in touch

With the soul

Hath come dangerously close

To admittance

Just prior locking up

Realizing the ground once common

Is swimming now

(Entropic/in tropics)

Hath (restored/compelled) a raging bones’

Life into the (marrow/fire)

Will always be alone in lust or love

Raison d’être

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Tango de la Materia, No. 6

Whispers of spring

Caught lost in brittle winds

Shaking elevations gallantly

As if some natural chaos

Attained

And no matter the Valerian abyss

Dear cure profound anxiety

Doth come on

Profound fleeting happiness

The density of culturally meticulous space

Moonstruck shaping trace

Clientele naked life

Preoccupied embrace

O mirror mirror watch the soul

Churning of great turbines’

Embryonic interaction

Canopy

Iron seals bleat for time

A carving boredom propound

Passing the traffic

Through past and passed

Weaving intangible (licorice/tapestry)

Entrapping timid anticipation

Letting go of the (morning/mourning) face

From (evening/pre dawn)’s harpsichord

Pleasantly waiting

And only so as to seem it so

Master you

Yellow taxis bustle on

Flowers are mistakes

I walked to the river

Fresh heels dug firm

Into rootless freedom

Ice beneath the benches

Time had switched hands

A wash of crimson blue

As sun sets on memories

Of grave markers taken under wings

The appeal of divine injection resurfaced

Where are we this wind blown land?

I remember smiles

Not stark faces

I remember ease in dire graces

I remember frozen hands

Capturing light nonetheless

Wondering

Where aches now?

Insinuation silencio

Some Spanish ex

Only traces

Imprints

Of vines on brown walls

So distant

Headless horseman (sense/sensual)

’Neath crescent moon labia

Buddhist blankets

’Voking impassioned evocations

Light passes (smoke/dust) billowing

Enlabyrinthed silhouette

Of wisping pheasant angels

Tugging psychedelic decks

To come like brain

(Irreverent/as referent)

To read must get closer

Must see through curvatures enstraight

Whom doth laugh so darkly

At all complacencies?

(Murky mirrors/muddied roses)

Stalking glances’ candles a farce

Time free doth wander darksome places

Thickly chained to (loans/lonesome)

Partitioned

Frosted glass on (boards/bands) of red

What yearning for a distant place

Has hollow traced its home?

What cleansing opens now?

What poem?

This broad curse

How to shake the (silence/science)?

How to breathe like last?

O yes how to awe word?

Deed enclosed

Why so fearful nothing stains?

People walk by

Not quite unlike paper flies

Pregnant of some nothinged wind

And solitude so vast

So pained

The dark requisite for shine

Attained impasse

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Tango de la Materia, No. 5

Cynical postmodern

Post materialistic neo communism

Technicolor utopia

I’ve found myself so intently

That I’ve gotten lost in myself

Though legitimized

The streams are one

Frozen

It is winter now

And the (Russian/Eastern) winter is long

Filled with lullabies

Of springtime soon

A hush of dark humanism

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Tango de la Materia, No. 4

So when we nurture our belief
Running with the birds
Gathering a hesitant momentum
The courage to leap
And leaping wings’ve clipped
Dive into the sea
The other birds forgotten thee
They’ve closed their eyes too soon
And cannot see the feathers
Falling unnatural fast
Only the sensation of flying
Of flying high at last

Friday, May 13, 2011

Tango de la Materia, No. 3

Philosophie follows me like a bare itch
Pain to the silent parting
Implemented each statement
Suffocating stare
I am a body of water
And these ideas
These opportunities do flutter by it seems
An arc
From recess to vision to recess
A pinch deeper than before
And capable to thresh the arc
Without even stepping o'er
Do wonder
O where o where are you
Might thresh the arching mane
So bucking lieu?

Monday, May 9, 2011

Tango de la Materia, No. 2

Two young eagles
Masters of the bald heights to come
Finesse in café space
Locking prey of dreams to sights
Strings to former symphonies
How gently undone
In pendulum
As hath seen dark places
Travelled far
But not so far as eyes might tell
To venturing now blackened stars
Reaching for sharp light
To outshine these colder shards
What resonance?
Reaching not quite truth
For mystery in brevity
Clinging things deeper than truths
In all their fickle light might bear
Reflexión chameleonic
Sleeping in (breath/breadth) of change
(In-constancy)
Perpetual work is timelessness
Libre determinazione
Enjoying dear our time
For otherwise…

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Tango de la Materia, No. 1

Set sail a freeforming body of poetry. We do not know where we are heading, nor do we know exactly where we've come from, and there will be no known rhyme or reason to our proceeding. Corazonamiento. The rationality of the heart. We latch to, follow, the guiding star of some deep, invisible emotion.

And so. Allow this adventure to begin in the wake of a little death. We will be studying the pre- and post- reflective experience of time in its truest form, that is, in time itself ongoing. There is no pivot, no temporal frame of reference, to consistently refer to. Already we've lost sense of any progression in our very manner of inspiration. Our procession a continual reformation. We must watch ourselves unfold with but the lightest touch, drawing from the present and reaching into the past as we venture forth into the future, the trace interim.

En garde!


Tango de la Materia, No.1

Allow it to begin in the wake
So distantly falling insane
Offshore we speak in tongues
Reaching an invisible touch
An impress on edge
The lone star a word
Is worth an infinite imagery
I cannot be real
As my reality is suicidal ideation
But I will not hide to be free
I will rather burn in
All the strange grace
Until my imagination disappears
Why must silence be so lonely?
I find it ghostly pure to think
Is not to dream is
Not to breathe nor sleep
Is not to be in (starlet vogue/
Scarlet rogue)* cannot hide the manic
Attical imposter


* ( ... / ... ) will in the ongoing course of this work indicate a moment of choice, between either of the words or phrases enclosed in the parantheses and separated by a slash. Further, it will often be the case that some correlation of the choices will be available to be drawn within the context of the poem.

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Similarly, (... - ...) will indicate a moment of choice as well, though differently. In this case the choice is to be between utilizing the words enclosed in the parantheses and separated by a hyphen as either two separate words, or as one complete word. And, similarly to the above as well, it will often be the case that some correlation of the choices will be available to be drawn within the context of the poem.