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our sacred love's labour... suffuses ev in 'flesh and sky' eternally live dreamery music-al (a 'Robuma' fusion)
1.
[ spirals into the spiritual core, her beats & breaths: N a t u r e ]
Saraswati presses jukebox selections
With whitish sea bird feathers
Plucked from flightless hamsa:
Stormrushed plumes scatter as flumes
Oscillating wildly o’er rocking ravines.
eye butterflies flutter heartbeats…awaken deep inner in rippling benthos
touchblooms these wide open night red lotusy lipping dewy succulence…..
….in the Aum Hum Aum Hum cosmic resonance … the dream-laden
wavy oaring lashes heave breaths amidst gushing springs of lachrymal milk..
dripping in tip-lip sonorous metallics over our crowning conch…. in origins
of the sacred Gangai.. neck-lacing Raja Nagam, the Black Cobra King hisses
its hard-coalescing diamond throated blessings …. coming in full erasure
updations..
of its bitter-chipped inherent violencing animosities, (in historically hysterically
spewed chaos in an inchoately panicky mindless rage, their venomous emetic
imbroglios… are now just the torn and digested memories in deep digging
spades of burial, a steely disposal)
hymns of each Now sings Mawsynram rains, the piercing teertha are
trishul sprinklets of an auspicious brahmamuhurtha …transforms inner
screeching jantu creatures- the hungry circling aghori Lhasa vultures… and
but
emerges the One: Vishnu’s Garuda with a marked holy ashen
white-necked ring.. in majestic circling still… swooshes in gliding tides
of our ageless atmospheres....whirrs whirls the centric holing vacuum
of Our souling seeding Nothingness… of The
Essential Abstractions… unravelling “Chidambara Rahasyam”-
the Cosmic Secret ..of its sacred reigning eternity. i n
t h e creative destruction
Literary terrorists
Shell-shocked from pounded beaches.
Minimalist militia detonate chapters
In the chapel of landmine minds,
Forgive the papyrus priests -
For they have sinned.
Explosive word-bombs
Between our legs.
Bouquets of barbed verse
Lay at tome of unknown writer.
Emotional air raids exhaust the heart:
Listen in silence to colour sounds
Winter sun resonates louder than bombs
Mouths of guns shredded in cerulean skies.
This is our war
Stasi stanzas
At the font of humanity.
gasping horses of our riding high...
transcends in no exhaustion.. but
milking frothy smooth newness trails ...
raw is the war, the deaths the cyclical chaos
still, a strange beauteous stillness stitches
in the switches of birth~deaths...a raw deal
in our ever-renewal... metaphorics
~euphorics ~melancholics ~histrionics..
knead us to invisibly infinite in the
acceleration we heavenly manifest
2.
<< our spirited sizzly sunbirds of freedom >>
Lie down beside me
Let song lap o’er
Wine broidered bodies
Embroiled in sensual limb lock:
...let's harness the discretely photonic particulate fireflies
to the streaming in infiniti of molten radiations - casting
in uproarious tempos of our flaming high soul lanterns:
the first and forever light(ness) crop of our freeform bird love:
“the spirited passerine bulbul pair weave their life's orbiting flight
passages.... in an intricate venn diagram of great overlappance…
with Our unsplit unconditional love .... bunching fibrously firm
spinnaretting gratitudes from their hearty reminiscing pages...
of Us, once saving & nourshing their early days
chanting slokas…. around the equanimously fusing deity Us
in ritualistic mantric circumference …and ahh how they nestle its progenies
in our heartland’s lubb dub lubb dub lap...is pure rhythms of Love's Faith
…shelters in our Love's warmth..the Us in artistic Konark-ing Angorwat’s
entwining kamasutras...- fragrant fantaish are the sevvanthi garlands
marrying our soulskins in the garba griha with its dimlit core conclave
seemingly a lost beauty's relic mandapam… in an– undatedly meditating
Kumari Kandam’s gnana dhyana ~gnanodhaya stillness awakening in
calming wisdom… resurfaces bubbling atop in subtle clues from its inner
Agni’s magmatic liquescing reverie... opening up tip-tap click-cluck to its
zilliontiny bursting baby summer suns dancing above.. ”
3.
[ peacocks of raining ecstasy, in a wildly aligning symphony ]
The dancer!
Behold the dancers
Bejewelled in peach juice
Flamed by discotheque lights.
Sacred are Polyhymnia hymns
Whorled in chiton summer, along
Groaning Hippodrome rubble -
From beyond the sun
& ruffle of moon feather.
As it is – as it will be:
Mammoth flute soothes Cro-Magnon child
Mozart’s mother weeps still,
Shall she, while singing, hear his
Never played symphonies.
Glam rock Gutter pop,
Visage of (Neo) Romantics in fancy dress
Mascara massacre on
Fancy dress dancefloor,
Bar room brawl of vocal bullets
Singer they never call Steven
Shoots from swing of hips
Playing Rusholme roulette
With each chamber loaded.
He knows very well
How he got his name.
MMagical... are the orchestral syncretic syntagma in versing choirs
of the legendary Moz~Maestro.. in an impossibly fusing combo
( roils out in deathly moults...of all those so long boldened aloud
stinking gibberishly imbrued inner petrified carcasses… of greyey
shades to shadowy ghosts in filthy minded putrid meanderings… )
unleashes wild pitching epic in a tribal drumming.... in a jishh joshhhh
equatorial-rainforestly lashing out magnanimous absolution bonanzas...
( such divinely thrown-out evasive velocities ..are those stuckhard long, the
thoroughfaring vagabond veneries ... to a point of no return destiny…. )
their anointing musical paravasa moksha.... synchronizes
Our predisposed heartmindbodysoul in One align .. their
beats are Our each Now breathing heat... incinerates even
traces of karmic dirts in erraneously chancing adherence
4.
(( there's no|.| pause|..|stop dark spots in our amberine ablaze daze sun-in-singsong ))
A 1987 cassette spools,
Tale of fools I became
As stalled plane looking for somewhere to land -
Hunkering inside a drifting submarine
Awaiting, gasping, for Titanic 2
Where the band doesn’t play on:
^STOP^ /PLAY/
eating up the suns in an eerie silence
until the dramatic twilights, shrilly crickets
now scream in elegiac violence
..knifing barbaric as lethally virile warfare
from the submissively shaken earthen core
to the darkly-dyeing dying defeated skies
through the unabashedly encroached ears
as meremediating nonetheless as unbiasedly
responsive vascular receptacles…. in bloody
rupture, the leachates in inglorious
disruption of its overly coiling tentacular
cochlears... in genuinely reaching
genuflections of its innate
innocence in poetic silence
fusing musical hearts of our
reinforcing love verses as rebirthed
cycads with spatial flagellates
in sacred cryptic inscriptions
..their let loose fibrous base are the
rising tidal threads of our molten seas
lighted in flaming soulsuns
tear the logjammed blockades
of the maya- a darkened hopelessness...
in releasing olympic rhythmic flaring
strides of red revolutionary warriors..
...un-bursting in a steely resolve
ablaze as core composure
5.
\\ from legends we love to even devils within, all conspire unto our marigolden Love //
Let our love sing up for itself
To backbeat of band, banned by Spotify -
^Bruce Lee on drums
Pasolini on piano
Dead cool Monroe
Lip-synching JFK kisses^
When you return to the shore
Be sure to turn tides into pillows
Leave astride my bedroom door.
Sail billowed songs along lustre lips.
We come from the sand
Granite bone on pebbled edges,
Should the waters ever remember?
Terpsichore stands by our side
Dancing with her daughters, The Sirens,
Backed by girl power of fifty
Husky stilettoed ‘The Nereids.’
We turn volume to mute &
Twist driftwood into effigies –
Some say we got devil.
the devil in details… are the
oozing drowsy smokiness ambience
of our midnight’s powerloom chugging
incessant backdrop notes in an endless
exploring traverse across melodiously
drunken milken~jasminous dreamscapes
…muskened husky voices melding in
inseparably harmonious overtones
of our married fundamental notes
Our timbre could change
Colour though all seasons,
The theatre and its double
The world, we enter the wings
Circle the backdrop of a new play-
Peel the plastic from microphone
And simply…sing and listen
To the thrum of two hearts.
liberational e c s t a s y , this
[i]lub dub~ aum hum [i]
transcendence in l o v e
https://youtu.be/spq5RJXORW0
Published 5th Jan 2020
| Edited 6th Jan 2020
Author's Note
feels wordless breathless... this Us, suffuses
ever as life~love~music~poetry~all~nil~
gratitudes of this soul-in-fusion- ev
with you, Rob my All,.this our
Love ..in breaths of music & verses & more...
are forevermore..My Moz My Maestro...
thank you DU , thankyou adorable loved poets here
who are in eternal soulful bonds of love with Us ev...
Ahavati, Daniel, Layla,Soulderatease, AeMelia, Eamonn, Case, Magdalena, Takis, fields_broke, jeff, brando, Van, LokiofLiterati, buddhakitty.. all new & old poets who art heart from soul xx:)
Pic: dedicated to Us Robuma, To Maestro Ilayaraja, the living legendary music composer of tamil films...
Song link: One of Maestro' s best musical hits from 1995, scored sung by himself
ever as life~love~music~poetry~all~nil~
gratitudes of this soul-in-fusion- ev
with you, Rob my All,.this our
Love ..in breaths of music & verses & more...
are forevermore..My Moz My Maestro...
thank you DU , thankyou adorable loved poets here
who are in eternal soulful bonds of love with Us ev...
Ahavati, Daniel, Layla,Soulderatease, AeMelia, Eamonn, Case, Magdalena, Takis, fields_broke, jeff, brando, Van, LokiofLiterati, buddhakitty.. all new & old poets who art heart from soul xx:)
Pic: dedicated to Us Robuma, To Maestro Ilayaraja, the living legendary music composer of tamil films...
Song link: One of Maestro' s best musical hits from 1995, scored sung by himself
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Okay, I've read this twice and watched the video. I feel like I've just witnessed a marriage of souls. India is so rich in history and filled with great and lasting love stories such as the Taj Mahal. With poetry like this, you two are certain to join them. it's thick in symbolism and palpable of adoration you undoubtedly feel for one another.
I love the image as well as your combined name: RobUma!
Beautifully done.
I love the image as well as your combined name: RobUma!
Beautifully done.
5th Jan 2020 8:02pm
This was akin to watching a sun going super nova, that much power. Excellent uma.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
5th Jan 2020 8:42pm
I RL and commented on Rob's, but to you Uma I must repeat my enduring awe. You're so deeply connected to planes of awareness I only touch with my fingertips, having come half awake, in a time of great suffering.
Yesterday I was walking and I thought, what if the Buddha were to walk up to me, smiling, glowing with his peace. What would I do? So I pictured it happening. I stopped, smiled and placed a hand over one eye, and shrugged as if to say, Well, one eye open is better than both closed. Namaste.
Yesterday I was walking and I thought, what if the Buddha were to walk up to me, smiling, glowing with his peace. What would I do? So I pictured it happening. I stopped, smiled and placed a hand over one eye, and shrugged as if to say, Well, one eye open is better than both closed. Namaste.
7th Jan 2020 10:13am
Wow...My breathing moved as the font designed. You spill more than your style but rather a separate language, that rest in two places and originates from one...
Love
J
Love
J
22nd Jan 2020 5:52am
'separate language'..ahh loved that jeff..glad you felt the flow as it flows...the fonts were hrlpful in bringing the dialoguing intimacies ..n hope it is felt so well .. and yes & yes, the two flows into unto one... that is the journey's pathway & all inbetween ...in this life of love ..unto the ultimate liberation. juzme :) thanks... light & love ev adored dear poet.
7th Jan 2020 9:23pm
22nd Jan 2020 5:46am
Sure Loki... that's a great thing to recite this on indian musical background..esp. the carnatic or its fusion ...will do so, light & love dear one :)
