Cherubs cheering up

There were angels everywhere

like babies

carrying, your name,

like crows when carried by malicious wind.

Not real ones, with wings.

Figures, icons, folding feathers and prayers

soft shelter or guardians on their-
A game.

One should not believe in what one

cannot see, namely fairies or demons.
Good & Evil.

We should let these Be Both

(superstitious) (malicious) (separate)

fantasies! Alas, we gorge 

over-sated with our sponge cake bellies,
porous and too accepting.

Just a passing tickle

black flashes splash our eyes

making one look up

just to see what it could be...

Painting by Hugo Simberg [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

The breaking of day

Start here,

Where it is new and all fear, trepidation and caution

We called it

A scream it is untranslatable.

Symbols show

More than scars softened over imperfections

Below we know

It feels more than numb, sealed memories to tote.

Foretold in light

In eight minute increment’s, sentiments sent somewhere

Between now and then to pretend de ja vu wanted to remind you

Nothing new better than you to rise

Lightly.

Painting by Nicolas Poussin [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

super-natural and extra-ordinary

Most mistake
miracles for
just coincidence,
which is ironic

as a rule,
coincidence is when
the obstacle is dissolved entirely
just solutions remain

concentrated ad-mixtures
of luck and faith, a coupling
tangled making waves
turbid in the wake

hours
that cannot count stars
that doubts itself
clear enough

for the common kind
of man to consume
as pure prophecy
by numbers.

It is possible,
it was more than probable
that this kind
was a miracle
of just willful
coincidence.


Painting by Jean-François Millet [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Alpha-betting on-Omega

All whole words are concocted symbols
lines scrawled to convey meaning
not unlike painting,
sweeping strokes of generalities
whet form into abstract impressions
desist and seize definition.

A collector of rare words
admires antiquated articulations
and such-and so forth
forms thought into projections
as aroma refuses to go unnoticed
inoculating ideas, contagion cures.

To say the words aloud, incant
taste the tone on the tongue, palatable
digesting the dreams of others
does wonders.
Look (it) up.

It is alchemy really.
If you have dined around
the periodic table, you know
letters combine
to become more than themselves,
explosive elixirs
of ionic interpretations.

I get the Impressionism
and I objectivist
for surrealism, cubed.
Post-pop abstracted
Neo-classical characters,
re-defined and framed
a sentence for Life.




Image of artwork By Coles Phillips [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

A chain linked fence

Galvanized tendons twist
to form diamonds uncut
steel.
Roughly transparent in
semipermeable static lines,
electrified when more than it
is.
Keep in the bad,
holy cells skewed of
graphed locking turns,
sideways squares that we see
thru.
Holding red cup circles,
as a symbol that means
heart pushing thru
with
crimson aura.
A link between sides
that were never a
part.
Kept inside shapes,
diamonds tilted sideways squares
holding red circle cups there
to share a cold heart, locked,
barbed bivalve and by block-
nearly far enough to-
gather.



Image By Evan-Amos (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.

A poem w/out words

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Shhhh

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

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Amen

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  "No amount of wordy explanations will ever lead us into the nature of our own selves. The more you explain, the further it runs away from you. It is like trying to get hold of your own shadow."-D.T. Suzuki

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