They'd started meeting by night at the only local,
A seething crowd drawn from among the loudest
Words, swearing, conspiring, over tankards of ale.
In sour chiaroscuro their clenched faces by moments
Looked too grievance or was it expressive for comfort.
Rage drowns out background sounds such as summer
Crickets, the result, that one of them, in humid
Darkness, stops rasping his metal comb. It's clear
That the rally of Words will turn demonic,
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language can be comprehended when u hear it
Words of the consciousness a flash of the human spirit
Visions in the mind that can be caught
A water shed manajerie of thought
Language is the eco system of spiritual possibilities
An epox of gymnastic mental abilities
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I have recently learned how to make adjectives out of nouns;
the components are problem and a person, joining together to make a "problematic" one..
it's me, I'm the problem—atic one.
I developed my skills to create the problem and to solve it;
The fear and the one who is full of it is "fearful", while the one who is stripped of everything he once had will be called "fearless".
P.S. Both of them still have the root "fear-" inside of them.
I was pretty talkative, and spent all of my days chit chattering,
Like galaxies of glinting stars, all the dark universe scattering.
I was always on the move, and loved cacophonic sights and sounds,
Like the deep thrill of excitement, when the carnival is in town!
People loved my easy laughter, and they said I was a lot of fun,
Like the fun of a storm's passing, when greeting the citrine sun!
I did not like the silence, for the silence would make me blue;
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Will you convey my message of love to the bright moon
or is that feeling of straight and true to soon
The time of your smiling eye affection,
recreating the story of my souls desires in attention
Touches in synchronicity of rhymes, harmonies and eloquence,
the sacred will to unfold all concealed virtues as consequence.
O beautiful night play with your twinkled enchantment so dear,
knowing that you can see yourself through my eyes and you are not near.
Celestial ocean, extended all dark matter and palace floor,
home of all embraced spirits and intuitive white silver door.
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I have recently learned how to make adjectives out of nouns;
the components are problem and a person, joining together to make a "problematic" one..
it's me, I'm the problem—atic one.
I developed my skills to create the problem and to solve it;
The fear and the one who is full of it is "fearful", while the one who is stripped of everything he once had will be called "fearless".
P.S. Both of them still have the root "fear-" inside of them.
Biochemistry, the language of life,
Spoken in the smallest of parts,
Yet felt in the grandest of forms.
Biochemistry, the alchemy of nature,
Transforming simple elements
Into the majestic tapestry of life.
Biochemistry, illuminating life’s invisible pathways,
Guiding us toward a deeper understanding
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The language of love requires no translation,
The language of trust needs no explanation,
The language of honesty needs no interpretation,
The language of wisdom requires no noise,
The language of kindness requires no words.
I was a happy, fluent linguist, fruitfully helping revive endangered languages,
As colorful rainbows walk across the sky, in buttery hours, turned languorous.
I enjoyed doing practical fieldwork, and establishing useful literary programs,
As the honeysuckle sun loves to found days, in silver and gold time, so grand.
Verbal interactions were very rewarding, like a dawn purple martin serenade,
As the orange sun rolls across the sky, to highlight roses and plans we made.
Fluent friends and I fascinated tangerine summer, when flourishing is in favor,
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THE INFINITY MIRROR
Read it as a poem where the mirror is personfied as the artist. So you have to decide for yourself who is she/he/it and what is my relationship to the mirror as an artist personified.
Also as a poem about schizophrenia where the voices are imagined as images or ideas reflected back, and language is also reflected back. Also a stream of consciousness poem.
The Infinity Mirror
Reminiscent of a dream:
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