Showing posts with label journey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journey. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Moveable Feast




Serration, bone to steel
Flesh—august in size, reeling—as moon-dance
Retracts its severance clean—immobilizing each the touches call

Penetrating, as one might a birthday cake, icing fresh the frosting of the elder pull—deliberating the wish to his recall—A whet-some yen shivers to pang—expiring through renewal, prior to the first arrival of a candle’s expending spell

Fever travails preeminent quells upon a selfish stage,
A variety of salts spray acerbically into the risen wound—
Gashed, unsealed, tormenting the object of permutations crave

Five-course offerings sustain savored grips to greed,
Where corporeal reins unbridle thee—beckoning forth a beacon to what this hunger weaves—writhing, as do wanton words, stricken roué from the expiated speech spoken by the faithless tongue

Shards of decadence purvey the hedonic vale, while
Sweet temperance restrains caution’s warning aright,
Creation stands in splendor, formulating realities from this succulence inside

Carving stations imbibe, in marinades a march to the witness stand—Marionettes proceed, as automatons—eager to obey this parlance prepared with that, which is offered as an exemplary of love

Provision’s table preserves those affirmations told, blindly braising catered affections toward pot-luck’s creed—“from whatever is available, a moveable feast is hence pronounced.”

Symphonic measures waive discordant beats—and yet, our fast bears gifts of providence, draying deep the depths untaught

Tantalizing archaeometries boldly season lust’s sautéed prevarications, as glimpsed within starvations
eye—proffering an awareness to the unfinished measures entwined resolves—
Telemetries unnoticed culinary fare, can, and often shall, alter the associations conducted by one’s own essence—where in that, the otherwise self-reserved—march pedantically—to arrhythmias held aglow—aroused by, in, aroma’s capacious light

Forbearance, indoctrinated by depravity, commiserates amongst the ranges tined apart—from whence once there lived dormant a voracity dispersed, now spurned reaches ensnare us from delicacy and it’s fanciful fate preserved, whilst, here astir, are now such strange edacities aligned

Is it illusion or dominion o’er its savored self? Breadth—breaded in charisma, dignity—seared and fried, unclothing of its sired mystery, dancing deep and baring all—a prelude to the tendered fragrances beheld by imagined sin

Exposure is surmounting—resiliency’s ceding to this simmering felt—mixing, churning taste to touch—celestial flavors adroitly spooned within

Steadfastly engorged, the thickening becomes—glazing’s sticky-sweet spreading thin, until the unraveling of will succumbs anent desire’s lissome kiss  

Through a bronzed seduction—exigencies claim throne again—dictums pronounce, all denials be denied…and echoic of the evening prayer, indulgencies reap concurrence loud…for what passion sows…God shall not withhold… such longings repressed for Heaven’s gain…need not be-gone nor untold any longer…

In rapt, mere moments from, the sprig of parsley shall go unmentioned, as it rests—abandoned, like the guilt deposed hollow by permissions song—

Regret may loom austere in times we’ve yet to meet, yet tonight…indulgency’s smile can only dared be replaced, by the psalms permeating through the apertures of need, blessing all those dining before the salvation’s granted here, where all creatures have a seat, at this, the table of God’s feast


Well, missed a whole week of posting.  Feels good to be back on tonight.  I've dealt with them on and off for years now, but hopefully these little funks I find myself in don't become as regular as they've been over the past couple months going forward.  Definite thanks to all the awesome poetry I did get a chance to read over the past week though.  Thank you Ipad:)  I do apologize for not commenting for the most part, just hadn't been up to it.  

But, that said, I did really love the two prompts since last weeks OLN.  Anna had a killer Postmodern article that I encourage everyone to read if they haven't done so yet.  While obviously missing out on the event itself, I have posted my piece for Meeting The Bar, from 10/4/12 over on my WP site, for those who want to check it out.

And for this piece I'm sharing now, for Open Link Night 65, is inspired by Claudia's Foodloose Poetics post from this past Saturday, 10/6/12.  Using food in one's poetry can be done in so many fashions, and adds flavor to one's work.  I'm guessing you like poetry, and if you also like food, (who doesn't right?), then you'll love Claudia's article and the delicious poems linked up to the Poetics event.  


Monday, August 13, 2012

A Provenance (Terrain Re-Formed)





Acerbic stenographers astringe notations sharply—
alleviating bite, by renovating the acrid testimonials carved
to mind—honing gently the slashing song—where whispers carve forth
trenchant pleas—pallbearers to the instigating insinuations, guardians of the purulence, rife, when upon mordant lips, the secreting fixations of, yet, another reverence to those that blindly guide their steps of rote, allowing the innuendos, their latent stand, to the government that we know, have known, a priori, perchance, breaking spine over cragged vales, built from self-sustained flowing depositions, aqueous but not in water, instead, in the substance known as blood,

Anted up to and for, the ever-growing populous, prepared in sacrifice, delivered for the ever eluding but finally found, pluperfect fertile plots needed, by and for the contrition and rebirth of this, the endearing soliloquy, as alone, a foundation for what is formed and of what will always be, alive within the compositions housed up inside all the entities deeply affected by this dream, this dream defined as love. 

Like the sepal, a parent must fall and leave
once their bud breaks free

She came at him, as if she were the xiphoid, thrashing
wildly, ready to pierce, through wood, flesh or steel

Where Zurvan’s voice is lauded high
and translations proper scintillate the prophecy,
then time and fate are thus realized, not as
the enemy of mortality, but as constructs, devoid
of the emotional absentia of non-particulate cohesions of deign

Of which path proves to find, Quegh in hand, brim to lip, flushing, funding remedies to one’s thirsting space
aftertaste, falsetto’s straining cry, wryly crinkle the abased breath, curtailing to prometaphase—in which, as to where, affectivity submits fruition unto, those echoic wrests and culls anesthetized aware within—self producing vials of relaxation, grifts the flesh of its willful mastery, tranquilizing away all of tensions anti-gifts, paving forward the pathways to a pastel future’s beautifying provenance

Like the epigraph—attached to the blankest page, the one that oft arrives first, before introductions or indices, illuminate what journey borrowed words will play again—meaning staggers upon a skeptics skin—ever eager to prove the story’s premise is as was foretold, if only to eradicate doubt from the perusal within the crevices painting the walls of the minds many precious folds of fate and time.


Monday, December 26, 2011

12


Music, whether loud or quiet, subtle or strong accompanies everyone on their individual journeys.  Like faithful pets, your songs attune themselves to your consciousness, thus ears transform, to that of those, verily trained.

Subtleness of bass-lines undercut the stagnancy of atmospheric current

I.              Lion of Nemea- STEP ONE
When presented an impossible task, one must extend themselves beyond familiar zones of comfort, acknowledging alternative paths to solvency.  One must accept that the Gods are watching.  Finally, one must be prepared to overcome the obstacles set forth by the divine, and must be humble enough to accept assistance in those circumstances that demand as such.
II.           Hydra of Lerna- STEP TWO
The Hero must be cognizant of the realization that deathblows do not guarantee the heart’s beating to cease.  For our enemies will cast poison unto the air as they persist in thrashing the fluidity of momentum.  One must act instinctively, accept the aid of lesser men and adapt to regenerative tactics of the prey.  The hero must not stand in wonder of situational absurdity.  That which is a constant, may double in resolve, multiplying with each severed blow.  The test of the true warrior is the ability to combine the strengths and the weaknesses of one’s enemies, into one’s own, combinatory subsets of possibility.  Those very traits that thwart your every assail, may be the very characteristics inherently linked to your own victory and subsequent parade.

III.         Cerynitis STEP THREE
Heroes must display patience and poise.  They must respect the swiftness at which challenges develop.  It is paramount to hold one’s eagerness in check, for the hero who pursues their beast, despite the magnitude of distance, will either find their opponent in restless slumber or realize that patience outlasts haste, in every intellectual game of skill or chance.  The Champion must also acknowledge that there are forces in this universe that may, and most likely will, convene upon your methods and reasoning, for or against one’s own behalf.  He/she should remain humble and speak words of truth, to which the divinity may interject, perhaps absolving you of any sins that may have been accrued through competition.

IV.          The Boar of Mount Erymanthos STEP FOUR
Although primitive rage may mask the appearance of casual unwind, the champion must act accordingly.  Certainly a feat performed can win accolades from the wandering eye, yet accepting that your pursuers are but misjudged in stateliness, will perhaps, prevent a vengeance bubbling beneath retreating limbs.  As for the challenge in itself, a hero must use every accommodation at their dispose.  Nature is a fine weapon when skilled minds design the trap or ploy.

V.            Stable Boy STEP FIVE
Time limits often cloud the path.  A hero shouldn’t allow pride, of person, of lineage, to hinder his/her completion of the task at hand.

VI.          The Birds of Lake Stymphalia STEP SIX
Bronzed beaks and feathers metallic sharp, deadly from above, poisonous from below.  Favored by the God of War, the ramifications that surround victory, must weigh the Hero’s heart for sure.  Sometimes it’s best to not concern oneself with aftermaths and situations yet to arrive.  The willingness of useful assistance is reinforced, and distraction then becomes the Hero’s master plan.  To distract your opponent, is to concoct a paralytic effect, from which point plucking is as easy as the skill of aim aligned, from eye to hand, from hand to bow, from bow to arrow, from arrow to target.

VII.       Cretan Bull STEP SEVEN
Proud papa wrecks havoc amongst the shadows of villagers, damned to it’s every pass through underdeveloped and unfortunate of lands.  Wild animals are not meant for capture; yet a beast must be safely deterred from inhabiting certain plots of earth.  The Hero must swallow his pride, or else unique difficulties certainly may arise.  Do not be disappointed if your homage to the Gods is shunned aside, never answered, despite your level of devoutness and pools of tears collected since your prayer began. 

VIII.     The Mares of Diomedes  STEP EIGHT
Gruesome tales unknown, Podagras, Lampon, Xanthos and Deinos, wild mares uncontrollable by man, were released from their golden manger, unleashing their madness upon humanity.  The Hero must do his research and not accept the easiest solution simply because it is the path of least resistance.  If things look too easy, they typically are either traps or conceal the workings of much larger forces currently in-waiting, roving the shadows, until opportunity arises.  Researching is a key to keeping surprise at bay; otherwise your missions will be pointless, and therefore increasing difficulty to complete, as you are also allowing the possibility for senseless damage to occur, to yourself or those innocents you are warded to protect.  If the Hero encounters beasts that devour flesh, using intellect over brute force, will teach you to tie the mouth shut, disabling the beasts ability to feast.

IX.          The Girdle of Hypolyta STEP NINE
All is not what appears.  Friends that turn without warning are often chameleons or devils in disguise.  Best act swiftly, setting sail at soonest tide.

X.            The Cattle of Geryon STEP TEN
Watchdogs must become blind for the quest divine.  The Hero must remember what useful tools they’ve amassed throughout each of their trials, tribulations and from the experience life itself has imparted upon one’s soul.

After completing the tasks you’ve been told, be prepared for stipulations and fine print.  This will occur incrementally, and when it does, doubling intensity under a cloud, one you will not notice until the smoke has risen to the sky, thus making the hero’s quest improbable to perfect.

XI.          The Apples of the Hesperides STEP ELEVEN
The Hero, nearing his journey’s end, must consider every option available.  He/she may have to accept the advice of shape-shifters or accept direction from those variably invisible to the eye.  The Hero must resort to trickery of his/her own, making promises he/she rationally cannot keep, all to hold up the world and increase the likelihood of a successful journey.  Or perhaps another lesson:  in order for the Hero to obtain the “apple” of his quest, he/she must have the will power to overcome temptation and seduction, while simultaneously utilizing these traits to their own advantage.

XII.       In Hades STEP TWELVE
The Hero must travel to depths uninviting.  He/she must face his or her greatest fear, venturing into darkness, which was never thought possible before.  Death is the mask that comprises the opposite symbol to life and to travel to a land of death is to depart from one’s own life, albeit temporarily.  The fear is alive and the longer one stays in such abhorrent domains, he or she will certainly forget about life itself.  It is in this place where the hero tempts the lull of the dark.  If not composed of the utmost traits, obsidian will undoubtedly surround you at every step, rendering one paralyzed by fear’s seductive touch. 
The Hero must use every ounce of the endurance they’ve accrued, to their benefit; otherwise the hero will not succeed.  He/she must be able to solve the final riddle, whilst under the overwhelming pressure of finality.   To displace an enemy from their backyard, is to disorient, to deceive each villain, in a way that confuses their own existence for that of something strange, making an unsolvable riddle, which they can no longer answer in such a condition.  Produce your courage, produce your resiliency, be the Hero and reward you will receive.

Ten plus two equals Immortality.
An Immortality that cannot be denied
Even when the sacrifice supplied is your very own.

There are links between programs and myth
There are differences, between fantasy and life
There are conundrums everywhere, everyday
There are countless Gods to thank
Yet most choose just one
And to that one, we lay thanks
As we beg to be empowered
With the gift of spiritual strength

Steel strings join the bass
Upping tempo
Rising beat.

Everyone has his or her own theme song
A soundtrack beyond control
Yet we can always choose not to listen
When we don’t like the voices heard


                   

Friday, December 16, 2011

Northern Image


Scarred ravens scorch the ice
Of cumulus built upon canvassed sky

Norse fathers had told
Of a journey through winter’s long

But it’s the quiet before the gale
That distorts the easel’s stead



Friday, November 18, 2011

Centralized Scarring (Hallucination Postscript Vision Three)


I. Naming Rights
Amaranthine,
Secrets evade
The specters
Voice it craves

Bliss,
Upon shade,
Symbiotic in
Assent

Sigil,
In amnestic form
Anesthetize
Origins betrayed


II. The Honor Amongst Corridors
Alone, amidst the shadowed blister of an apocryphally setting moon,
I cling, for comfort, in wagered animus, hoping for deception.  As the eyes of spectral fire overrides each sequacious lie.  Every desired duplicitous reach, to run or scurry free—from self-sustaining hypotenuses, is bred solely by anxious corridoritry.  And, only the dream alone can reconfigure such a plot, into benevolent symmetry purged from knot. 

Tenuous is the string stretched long. 
Without relaxed ability,
The honing of a forge,
Is satiated neither nor.

III.  The Winged Flight of Forgotten Salt
A wing, alar, built by man, flutters, in discombobulated reality, stuttering the ridge of wind, searching for a gale, a gale to guide it in. 

Segmented, like the annelid, I scrawl, the cemented pave, oblivious, to the light, annealing down.

It only takes four hours
For utopian idealism to drown

Yet
Within the
Oblong white
A song is held,
Familiar,
Yet estranged from preconceptions yet to come

Prosaic containment amidst battle scars—
Perfect is its rhythm—
Pristine animator,
Of precision’s quest,

Trailing the vespers coffered, still
Amongst the spackled sky,

Dreaming of terminal cessation,
Yet visions heed desire naught,

Awakened is the evensong
And hence
Pragmatagnosia rejoins the dwindled day

IV. A Lioness upons a jackal clan

Soon the syllogistic chain
Grows circular in frame

The beast bows neck
If daggers draw…
But
Then,
At moment’s blight,
The sheltered sun’s repaid,
By catechesis’ illustrative light


V. Summa

It takes but an hour
For fragrant lucidity
To cede distraught
Tethered to—
The physiology of the mind

The sails, then breathe,
Exhale to float,
Away,
Upon seas,
Where prisms pleasantly distort
The absolute from salt
Tethering—
Every inch of line,
Along it’s wave,

And so we drift….
Omphalos is nigh
Omphalus has left