A selection of my Poetry

[darkphantomime]

This'll probably be tl;dr for most of you, but if you'll take the time, you'll find a lot of stuff you've never seen before... So here goes...

Passion of the Petal      2-13-05; edited 2-14-2009

let the fire grow with rising tempo
flames consume, evaporating dew to thin air
watch as the flowers go,
Peeking slowly, quietly out of bed
Take, breathe air
met before you kneeling to a dark world.
Looking up from rosy buds
Changing wasteland slowly into a paradise
If only someone would care.
Red, but near this lies zeal of life,
Watch them dance, slowly, cautiously
Struggling to raise their body,
Then brave looking to the world with open eyes that melt
And stand and move calm through the winds
Their love comes seeping out in nectar like sweet tears
Silence, emptiness passively flow
To ends in color see the world in vivid tones
Through rising harmony.

Melting pastels glow in the sky
They rise to greet air
Painting vividly in rising rhythms, orchestral color soft
As fire surrounded by ice
Where they grow, transcending from darkness to light
Spreading like water painted to life
Red swollen fertility
Red to birth in fleshy tones
All this world cast to light
Maybe it is this warmth one may feel, nude
Though together when spring air they see
create , give the world this gentle, blushing kiss
from life to death and death from life

To make the world vividly green
With rustic scents in atmosphere
This world sheds hues, cast anew to light
To passions rising everywhere.



Gold leaves shattered by the sun       1-18-2009

Gold leaves appear to my eyes
The rhythm flowing in like lines
Parallel to the ground in vision
Producing this flame, look as they come, watch outlines bloom
This vision thrills with overlapping patterns, follow the landscape
Tracing out the hills with my eyes
Where have I gone before to witness this event
So rapidly my eyes move traversing the scenery
And I start to wonder where I have been before in this time

Watching the blossoms under the sun, I stand
Here before you seeing fruit to my eyes
Let illusions of varied patterns, glowing colors
Appear before me with rapid tempos
Let me tell you of such stranger tunes
new to my ears
let them glow with pastel tones
with brilliance like to a thousand suns
Beyond and into stars
The colors glow in explosions to the senses
Fantasize as they come over appear in millions of fractals
Glowing in spirals with the complex, simplicity of life
To forms that eyes would recognize
In patterns replicate with nature, finding twins
in the small and the infinitely large

You and I have been here many times
But according to what I tell from your eyes to my world
To the scents and perfume that come quickly to my senses
As a kaleidoscope it stands, twirling in the moonlight with the motion of heavens
Rolling with the sea and land like fountains stuck in time
They glow, radiate glitterring before your face
Watch the imagery grow beyond all understandings

If this is one, how with a glow in appearance
radial to the world it sets, setting the horizon ablaze
With fantastic mirages coming out in waves
Radial in symmetry
Parallel to the scope of my vision
Full out through 180 degrees
I see patterns enveloping everything in sight
What can I do? I need to preserve this as it grows
Eyes to the heavens arms to the grounds
In the form of millions of exploding stars
The whole spectrum must be colored
Visible to my eyes
I will stay watching it glow through eternity

A sadness comes with me, my mind closed
I understand that I need to exist within altered forms
The consciousness of reveling in infinity, I must not rest
Waiting for things to appear, I transcend
They glow brightly, the universe circling with inverted gravity
Fierce and strong to bend shapes
Forms of light appear out of distortions
In the psychedelic haze of color
Visible to all spectra, I witness the parallels in large and small
I see similarities in structures, both incomprehensible to human eyes
Even transcending in dimensions
It goes, reverberating in colors far too bright to classify, name out loud
There are too many to distinguish, it all melts into infinity
In colors beyond colors, far too many to name
I can not name them all to describe what appears sp vividly over my vision
If I were to attempt to understand
The meanings of each separate color
Gathering meaning, fractal symmetries
Deep in the vibration cosmic
Cosmic impressions
How and where do blank mysteries form?
Through the lava
Of an ancient lantern
Listen to secrets Autumnal
The birds represent a carnival of red
Canopies of trees melting in pink haze
Purple blossoms against the silhouette of the skies
Glowing in a sea of pastel hues
In patterns of spirals
Where the dimensions of reality are mimicked
With lines that extend through every direction
representing like increases, bending to each dimension.
Like all curves radical
To dreams of the passive flow
Bright in colors fantastic in gardens filled
With light surrounding flowers textured
With explosions to breath, in a melting plume
Slowly flowing off into air
Golds and vibrations melt
Dazzling in dancing lights
Like stars infinitely small,
\with shapes, like fractals replicate in nature


Disappearance of a morbid clown      8-12-06

Seems that everything is out there. undetected and without a name.

and the man, he carries a yellow staff, swinging back and forth,
like a pendulum, or the insanity of the wandering moon
before the middle of the night.

He calls and says his name, and everywhere out of the open thing.
It wonders to and fro
like the wind without the snow.
and he wonders if he's afraid of them.

He talks without moving his mouth,
and there it is
without the theme.
he knows who we are
and everywhere there seems to be another
just look in the mirror covered over there.
and don't you scream, just look at me
the blood from the water
makes it look like the stain of golden pendulums

watch them see, watch them play,
what them move, watch them sing
and you wonder if madness really has a blind eye

do you hear them laughing, friend?
look at them, I wonder, do you see the invisible man?
hehehhehehahahah,
listen to them play
grimace and frown, brother,
do you know them?
hehehahahah
list over there with the lower vocal fugues
he says they know his name,
they know his name, they know his dizziness faint.
and wander, if part by part,
you walk they listen
and somewhere I'm out there,
walking along the trees
and wondering if that man will come to play
like a clown in the shadows of moonlight
with an upturned grin
look at his eyes,
and tell me if you see
the emptiness his life made
with all the childish cries
of the morbidly insane?

[Pyrgusfinn]

the second one reminds me of those creepy clowns that traumatize kids. haha.

but I like it! =]

[darkphantomime]

Cirque de mortes - puppet shadow      8-5-05

I think you know what it means,
Don't you?
Death, how many shot?
Of vodka, and Russian roulette,
Who would have thought
Suicide could be so attractive
Watch the face, is it yours?
Is it mine?
Or is it the mask all of your demons hide behind?

His name was Jack
I guess he's one of your friends now
But how much shadowy
Step out of the theatre,
Do you know who it is?
Me, you, anyone
The mind, the face, the body
All the same

Look at the street,
Look at your hands
And tell me, do you dance with the devil
In the pale moonlight?

Can you hear the puppet
As he laughs?
Dancing, watching, moving
They say that the terror of man's body
Hard, pale, stiff
Like a mime, a clown to make you laugh
But what of corpse's exterior
To see one's face without blood,
Unmoving, immaculate
Like a pantomime, flashed in black and white
to see your face
What terror of laughter
What masque of comedy

Hear the bells
Between the leaves
Toll, roll, fall
cry at midnight,
dancing, lonely fools
By puppet's flash of tone
Hear the screams echoing between tolls
Atop a church's belfry, cry then laugh
Letting the blood drip down to soils holy
Hanging outstretched below
Yet carrying on with such loneliness
Of the laughing pale faced moon,
Until the candles fall, waxed by trees
Echoing tomb, swift and loud like axe chops
Like the veins of hands clutched
Twisted in a frozen grasp
And wonder: is it the hand that controls the puppet
Or the void soul that controls the hand?

Like a mask breaking upon the mold
Like clouds at a festival
Where smoke and glass, in comedy
Come, dance, play
Marching in procession, deep
Quiet and phantasmic
Like all brothers, tasking at the floor
carnival, come out at night
Out of fright
The terror of the man
Is to see the body in the mirror,
And like the clowns of the shadow
Puppets wander of what things
This soul barely possesses.
Deep sharp woods
mirrors light from the clouds
And the pantomime of the dolls
Cry, laugh, scream
At what strings and suicide
Could so easily cut.



Macabre de la mer      7-23-05; edited 2-14-2009

Hear the torrents as they rise
Inescapable, deafening
What fingers could melt away
Distractions of blurred waves
What little limbs you could cover
Only to break away in effigy
Stroke against them, others
Silhouetted against a scream further, deeper
mists, revolving, then continuing
what virulence in this blood?

First it comes,
Frosted and covered like my hand
Motion blurred.
Bridging, vulgar, unnatural
And form interleaved
living in overturned soils
Calm, then insanely loud
Like a scream, waking from this pulse of fear

Never does it wake, the flesh
Dissolving in transparent rain,
Graves of upturned earth savagely beaten
this fantasy floods into gloom
death carries all fear,
Bodies eroded, with weak foundations melting away with upturned land
Watch convulse unconsciously
Moan, scream, carrying
Fabric, piece by piece torn
how turned up, our bones
Rasp, torrents quelled
Fearless trance seeping with hard foam
Screams torrent rain
Let go of this vision, fear, fate
Watch our limbs dance the totentanz 
Deep roots absorb the flood
convulsing, pulsing between the earth
we swim under the vivid shroud of storms



Kaleidoscope: Translucid Holocaust       1-20-2006

Watch and stare endlessly
Numbingly emptily
At the windows, lowly, freakishly
Where certain fabrics,
Like endless curtains melting into misdirection,
Everywhere, nowhere
And every shout from an opened mouth
Closing quietly

My mouth is open,
Then it closes,
Gaping listlessly at every fear
And how the blood transpires from this pale cheek
Of forgotten airs without fears of lust
Beating, silently like a light
Like giant eyes gaping over there endlessly
Watching staring without a feeling,
Where all the eyes surrounding become unmoving   
Like when the cold freezes the blood
The pupils dilate endlessly.

Everywhere there seems to be a cloud
Dimming, faster freakishly
At darkened doors
While staring at the black blankishly
Where lonely lights along the street
Seem to gape and consume
Giant eyes disproportionate to each other
And everywhere, lighting falls
All the balls seem to grow bigger
With each passing hour
Staring endlessly at a window
Where fallen balls of silk
Seem to merge endlessly
Neon globes, watching
From paler stones floating
With darker endless chants
And the giant mouths seem to swallow
Every drop of red ether
Appearing from the phantasmic gourds

The nose is a larger thing
When it inhales itself
Bleeding the ether of dried foam
Palish grey,
Until you see, all those faces
Of modern parody
Drifting out and around
Like the moon ante-twilight
Bleeding from the form
Of each transpiring undertone
Walls of chrome, endless bones
At each of the half domes
Watching, staring, another eye
Seems to come, then to go
Across each of the faces froze
Like laughter when nausea
Freezes and makes numb the wider currents
With every cyclopical breed
Everywhere, nowhere
Across the frozen seas
There it rolls
Endlessly
And silence of the prospecting maven
Enshrouded by pale holocausts
Ashen film of the burning grey
It comes like an ethereal fog
Like seeing echoes
After you drink the tea in the cold, frozen dark rooms
Across the street,
Like the blood that falls against the pavement
Others staring endlessly, blankishly
Like the floating of the grey puffs,
And your cheeks and hands
seem to be openly cut in the rain.

And everywhere
I see an eye
Staring back emptily
In the windows and the glass
When it stares like petrified glass
And from every paranoid (dis)appearing star
I wonder if they can see what it's like
When the glass is cold
And the frozen cobblestones
Seem to stab back vengefully

[darkphantomime]

Universal Constants 3-14-2008

the essence of the mind
The essence of behind
This whole world is full of spheres
Intricate and surrounding
Expand far beyond the limits of absurdity
It surrounds and encompasses
To the point of gravity
Match by pairs points connecting
Proportionate and distinguishing
Each to the feature of distance
Revolving in a plane, separated in dimension
Time scope and scale
The universe's walls expanding beyond all boundaries
Shaping between horizons
the curve of an ellipse

creating the geometry of the heavens
gravity skips its own constant
the world explodes in halo fountains
the term to the I
the meaning of the mind
the connections of the spheres
revolving the disc through flat constants
the planets of existence sprout several layers
gravity underlying its own subtleties
and this world becomes vivid
with the clarity of revolution
everything hides beyond the horizon
flat to this world in terms of our sight
until this world creates boundaries
mimicking the intricacies
of an evolved plateau
where do we spin? Where do we grow?
Taking to the lights, depth of conditions
Layering this world with pockets of inspirations
Until the divine spin begins to flow
Beyond the sources of recognition
Until the halos shatter
Into the folds of dimensions
Tainting the skies with the form of a nebulae

Architecture revolves in one's mind
As a fragment, a conception
Of our own reality
The foundation passing
Changing signs, changing points
Raising to the arches
This imminent clarity
To the worlds, to the universe
To the endless variety
Of our subconscious derivatives
Connecting our own positions
With the motives of space, time, essence
Thought travels across
Visions to architecture
Spreading around the confusion of sound
Walking forth and quick
To the hatches of detail
The detail of geometry
Set, time, essence, setting
Beyond the forms of our conceptions
With massive cathedrals
Emphasizing to this world
The curtain of fate
The beauty of time
The intricate details
The connection of methods
Of knowledge, of variety
Where does it go, say, fall?
The fabric of the universe spread around
Torn in the fates of dimension
The nothing has spread
To the energy of matter

Flux is the white light
Strange, intricate, colliding existence
Lukuss to overcast lights
Small, beautiful, detailed
Surrounding the  boundary of 'I'
The conception and meaning
the metal, liquid crystal
melting with the flowers of a dying land
reaching to the surfaces of our perception
the idea of a recognition between what is and isn't
human to the flesh
pale to the skin
and letting this world be
held by a pillar of existence
overcast and 'real'
real and colorful
perpetuating the violence
the ideals of our society
the evolution of our species
the creation of our universe
hiding and contrasting
between the underground
and the world of above
when the world connecting this
exists beyond mortal conception
the name of a flower
a lithium rose
until evolution reaches the point
where we become mutual in the exchange
flesh for  a flower
petals for the  heavens
for our violence, our atrocities
equal for our beauty, our realities
until this world fades and flows
blurring to the distance
of an ancient existence
what I see, blind
sky blue to our forms of cloudless essence
I find it so strange when things become so clear
The layers of the atmospheres becoming reversed
Torn to the point
That we retreat to the earth
Of overcast lights
Because we missed the clouds

This world is a sphere
This system, a disc
This galaxy, a spiral
This universe, all three
And how it passes from the raining of the heavens
Surround and abound
Beyond all our conceptions
No matter how we term
The system of everything
With dimensions that we list, measure, record
The inspiration of the mind
Things unseen from this world
The constant forms in the depths of silence
The perception of reality
Diminished, warped, tripped
Looking through a lens, bending the light
Refracting and clarifying
The points of the unseen
With the shattering of what we term the ego.