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in the holistic haze of C H A O S...
dunn want to clear off the cobwebbing chaotic universes
of the sleepless eyes ….they tremble as racing tuning forks
craving maddeningly in endless salivating strings ….syncing
with this weird thudding heart gone rogue tonight ... from
shattering avalanche unto those once clear corridors, under
heavy border patrols on either side of this wavering geometry
no... would consume all & utter not any more this silent moment..
else these depths of serpentine memories..mining as deadly thought trains
[flown fertile as a deltaic lubricant in sweet~smotheringly viscous love.. drowns
this all over in your frothy entrapping magneticious pools uproariously voicing
fleshy tides...in hard cicadal rings of high frequential aphrodisiacal drumsticks
evoking a whaling moringal hunger.... of a wetty~gummy secreting ambergris
..such musky resinous fogginess marring eyes in thickly sweating tears… yet, the
walling eyelids in airtight locks lets out not the seeming apparitions.... in no
transmigrations of the visioned binaries- the divisive skeletal whiteness frames
fingering erect amongst the wobbly multiversal zeroes…mirroring image memories
of the eyes overlap the darking realities as non-negating permanent permeance ..in
clonal copying presence, unfadingly repetitive of its serially blinking seconds
…spatters all over as random graphic ants in lightning streaky crisis.. draws
subliminal sublime motions crossing lightyears in each blinkly~breathly gaps..
...need you as the needling firming “I’s” all across this porous substratum
coring in as fully zeroing nullness …we, this Us, are compounding gardens
of seeding abstractions..afloat as majestic achenes of faithful conception]
would crumble down as fossilizing insipidities in diatomaceous siliceous
stardust breakdowns of both our origins and eventual liberations…and
these merging inbetween ululating realms of a riotous tribal sultry heart
in its earthen dancing nakedities of heartfeltly handwoven visceral discoveries
of our half-drowsy half-awoken super (solid) immersion
...would never be felt
(perhaps wholly superceded by prematuring etherealities- oddly
in shady lights under such invasions)
in our spontaneous skies and flesh
fusing diversities - a phasic full circle
in agelessy orbiting human~divine destiny …
of the abruptive nascence or seasoned undulations
we tread and tread unto our Oneness destinations
Published 5th Nov 2019
Author's Note
all is chaos..that which holds clarity & composure.. in the mixed necessitated inevasive phases we traverse..all in Love
Love..is above beyond all ..For Love. For All of Us. For You Rob, you know xx
Love..is above beyond all ..For Love. For All of Us. For You Rob, you know xx
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5th Nov 2019 4:41pm
From out of chaos can come creation and life. Good write
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
5th Nov 2019 4:44pm
A spinning delight Uma, daring the chaos and connecting the lines.
I imagine there are quite a few hidden gems woven within this piece of art that play to Your secret gardens. (oh to be fly on that wall)
Pure Excellence as Always, this rolls the tongue well with it's flow, very fast and chaotic, yet comes right back around to tie up neatly-Just Wonderful!!!
Hugs to You
I imagine there are quite a few hidden gems woven within this piece of art that play to Your secret gardens. (oh to be fly on that wall)
Pure Excellence as Always, this rolls the tongue well with it's flow, very fast and chaotic, yet comes right back around to tie up neatly-Just Wonderful!!!
Hugs to You
Anonymous
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5th Nov 2019 4:50pm
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Anonymous
5th Nov 2019 5:49pm
^This. ^And bit of that. This is you. Kind of breathing poem personified. Cherished.
Once upon in a time in life of pretty crime and petty rhyme...you know the rest. All Ways. XX
Once upon in a time in life of pretty crime and petty rhyme...you know the rest. All Ways. XX
5th Nov 2019 9:06pm
Once again I stand back as in front of an impressionist painting, allowing the (words as) 'dots' to make their journey into my psyche. The detail is beyond me but the overall impact is to be savoured.
6th Nov 2019 2:49pm
Wow. Visceral is just a word pointing in the direction of this like a finger at a sunset. One has to dwell in wordless awareness to align with the living moment, so I tend to just bask in your writes.
7th Nov 2019 2:29pm
11th Nov 2019 3:55am
This is an awesome description and depiction of chaos personified, codified, clarified..
