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Amused Gryphon
Nov 20, 06 - 2:02 PM |
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Flights of Mental Imagery, ILLUMINATED ILLUSTRATED ILLUSION. Visionary Pinwheel Displays, DAZZLING, DIVERGENCE, MATRIX of ways. Over abundance of color, A plentitude of design, PLURALITY PRECOCIOUS A prefabricated preference, Of all future flight, Into Spinning Wheels. |
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Absurdus
Nov 20th, 2006 - 2:07 PM |
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WIND... Blowing any which ole way; IN... The Spring and Fall, Night and Day; THE... Month of flowering May; PINE... A cool dark thicket. FALLING... Drip drop, Splish Splash; THUNDER... Magnified sound, a terrible clash; UNDER... Beneath and falling, water and ground crash; THE DEW DROP... A melted snowflake. BREEZE... Through an autumn red glade; CREATED... Out from nothing ever made; FROM... A bitter thunder lightening blade; WIND... River of air trickling. THE SUMMER'S... Hot and arid, still and dry; EMPTY... Plants once lush, now no longer try; POND... Wet and cool, now baked clay gone by; A FIELD... The Sun's relentless rays. |
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Absurdus
Nov 21st, 2006 - 1:59 PM |
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Nature's moderate graduations, Moves at amble pace, No sudden ambitious leaps, While ameliorating a race. With conspicuous occurrence, Creatures obligated to survive, All things vicarious, No thing quintessence, The optimum will derive. Ravishing and opulent Dimensions, Out of Nature ooze, Man seeks its knowledge, And searches it for clues. Sacrosanct, Plethora, A Temple not made with hands, Celestrail Empires come and go, But Nature forever alone stands. Within, Energies contract and expand, And once again, converge. A Phantasmagoria, A movement into Manifestation, Its only pulsating urge. Resonant, Reverberate, In spiraling cyclic Revelation, A never ending sequel, Eternal, Being without Creation. Sun Light, Sun Bright, Blinding to all eyes, Bringing into Beingness, Evolving all with further tries. All for its own sake, Satisfaction arrives, When none needs satisfied, Sprightly, Regenerative, A Quest in which to confide. Abstract, Abstruse, Abysmal, But worthy of Admiration, That, The Unnameable, Becomes the Named, By Its sentient things, Through Observation. |
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Amused Gryphon
Nov 24th, 2006 - 1:21 PM |
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Faded Colors of a Dream Braced for the worst, Waiting, just waiting, For the final dream, ...Of trembling earth; Hoofbeats- ...Of stampeding herds. Broken bits of seashells- Ghostly reminders of teeming life; Wind and Waves, Loom up on the horizon, ...Of oceans rise, And silvery cascading rain; Stone tablet sinking into shifting sand, ...Of rocky crags, Eroded, crushed, and pulverized, Into dessicated desert land. The colors of the waters, Takes on the hues of the changing skies, ...Of gray to blue to black; Eagles nesting and black biting flies, Clouds of gnats spin before my eyes, Dripping drops of cerise blood, ...Of a scratch or insect bite, Or both, Red turns black in the moonlight, All colors turn black to sight, Waiting, just waiting, For the final dream. VISIONS I respond to the visions That echo thru my brain; Even choice appears as an illusion, When the temptations of desires appear. Scented flowers and shining sun, A removal of all fear, Small faded pink wild rose petals Whirl, swirl, and blow across the ground; Invisible bits of pollen on the air, Without a care, Brings forth a sneeze, and then a frown. I respond to the chemicals That flow thru my head; Hormones, enzymes, electrolytes, And other molecules carried in by blood red. I respond to the visions That echo thru my brain; Half-remembered faces, many without a name. Appearing alert, without hesitations, Without further considerations, Strength returning in a form of emotion, As all the stars in the universe Vanish one-by-one-by-one. |
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Amused Gryphon
Nov 25th, 2006 - 11:37 AM |
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Time Begot upon simple forms complexity begin fragile black rose in hand nourished upon grain of sand dirt weathered from hardened rock what forth has time wrought simple-to-complex broken down again cycle returns what it send center of pattern tightly woven outer edges frayed loosely bound how far removed whole picture found will finite mind experience the all nature of questing call perhaps best to remain dumb not tell the end of what begun there not be a panacea pill to cure all that considered ill to sink into stupor of alcholic drunk soon to smell like hysterical skunk chirp chirp chirp chirp raise the state of terror alert its only a senseless fear that will destroy all held dear from the simple complexity arises yet the forever simple always surprises all from one the many be only the one the many see limitations into finite seeing made lame infinity remains forever same given all parts a different name varied angles of perspective the game all be wrong and all be right conflict of interests human's blight in the end it matters not as this is all that time begot what's created soon destroyed blessed is the peaceful void |
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Amused Gryphon
Nov 25th, 2006 - 11:39 AM |
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Silence's Mystery As the sun disappears below western horizon As the sky darkens with night's arrival the birds songs stops. From out of the tree tops begin the high-pitched treble of an unknown insect song, as on cue, pitch increases crickets or cicadas, katydids or violins, give whatever name you will, still song of a bow across chitin. Down in the ravine, now, a black abyss, water song of babbling brook flow, amphibians join the symphony of night's sounds tree frogs peeping and low throated bull frog croak. Joining in harmony with insect song, singing joyously, All is right with the world nothing at all wrong. And then... just as suddenly... without apparent reason or cause, In unison- All insect and amphibian song all sounds suddenly stops. All woodland as one quiets to listen to the voice of the Silence. A musical interlude, a note's rest, a pause of life's breath, on and on silence's mystery is respected, and its presence given notice. Then just as suddenly, without warning, the night's woodland song begins anew again, amphibian and insect song sounds out into the dark in a full-blown cresendo just where it left off before the arrival of the unknown presence, known only by the voice of the silence. I have heard the Silence! |
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Amused Gryphon
Nov 25th, 2006 - 11:41 AM |
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A few grey days of mist and driz, a myraid of ways, skies of moist haze, tiny droplets of moisture gathering, collecting and meeting together, accumulation into water drops upon leaves of trees, amassing mist unites and gravity frees, a globule of water free falls earthward down, falling from leaf to leaf, a plop plop sound. Again and again, more of the same, upon forest floor, a nice steady rain. one good-sized water sphere hits the soil, releasing the scent of dirt, aeons of worm toil. The aroma of fertile earth fills the air, and the world regathers the waters into its care. Once the ground satisfies its thirsty me, excess waters begin a trek to salty sea, flowing with gravity, fast and slow, finding its way through sand and around stone, bending, winding, twisting and turning, overcoming all obstacles, eroding away at earthly bone, eventually reuniting with the ocean One, but yet its journey is never done, evaporation arises, another cyclic journey has again begun. |
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Absurdus
Dec 1st, 2006 - 3:09 PM |
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One Upon Another Flights of fantasy, Imagination's Art; Guardians of Earth Triumphant, Stone-cold gargoyle's awaken with a start, Merlin's hourglass counting the sands of time, Dark Angel of Destiny arguing with the goddess Fate, Dragon's flight high above the clouds, While the Time-Lords arrive very late. The Grim Reapers cuts down the Nightmare's Bane, While the keeper of Divine Wisdom Hands it to Pandora in a box, Sultan's Treasure of diamond white and sapphire blue, And Salome's dance of seven veils Reveals her as quite a fox. Flights of fantasy, imagination gone wild, And out of mind's dark dimensions ooze, Medusa arising from the depths of sea-child; Dragon's fury and Valkyries serenity, The clash of secret fires seen in a crystal ball, Arthurian dreams and spells of Morgan Le Fay, Warrior princess and serpent Sage destined to fall; Flights of fantasy heeding to imagination's call. |
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Absurdus
Dec 1st, 2006 - 3:11 PM |
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tree talk trees talking by river shore, wind swoops down from hills to hear, what are the trees whispering amongst themselves? wind gusts stronger growing bold, what secrets do trees hold? shaking branches and new bud leaves, wind insists to be told. sun gives light and looks down upon from sky upon the scene, sun knows his warmth caused trees to talk, soon insects awaken from warmed earth's dirt, and begin their insect's walk. birds of feather sing and call amongst themselves rejoicing in flight on the wind. trees talk, birds sing, insects crawl, and wind moves through all, sun watching knowingly. the sun knows that awakening life welcomes his return from winter retreat. tree's whispering talk is of another season of growth to greet, and birds sing of mating and insect feast, insects crawl forth to climb and taste tree leaves, earth spins on axis and travels around it star, while sun returns for whoever believes. |
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