Reblogging – Complicating the Simplicity

When I sit on my hot seat to see the lively scenes on my fractured screen with absolutely no screams, everything seems seamlessly lovely & spotless from the safe distance of those crazy complexities

Just let me be & let me breathe and let me see, if you can really see through, when I project my transparency of the transparent me through the window, that transpires the red ink into the frame of moist & mixed feelings

You see, it’s not possible to understand a single word if the divinity of this world won’t be unfolded coz the understated unknown energies are being underrated & underestimated by the human nature, that’s simply busy in blowing the overrated & meaningless smoking swirls, generated by some useless extrapolation of quite simple assumptions, which in turn takes the mankind to the senseless & rusted junctions

So many different meanings of a pretty simple thing is just like demonizing the simplicity & degrading the cold feeling after the aftermath of burning flames, when it’s very much possible to sense the unseen but still, one keeps throwing the senseless theories without actually smelling the essence of pure simplicity & acknowledging the power of the unseen energies

It’s senseless if you try to make sense of every single word separately, but if you simply sense the flow of pure energy, you’ll see a whole deeper dimension of this crazy scribbling

So do you get now the complexity of simply complicating the simplicity of simply me?

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Fluid Lines

The empty space that purely shines
The clouds vaporize the deeper sky
The heart is Universe’s loving child
The beats are airing the blazing fire

No game to play by rolling the dice
No armour-sword to protect & slice
No story to hold coz there’s no point
No blame or guilt can pain my I

The now is glowing the simple signs
Truth & raw are my intense lights
Black & white is my intuitive choice
The falls are to weather the inside

The golden symbol I’ve just put aside
The white ring I then carefully eye
The nothingness I wear is dragon size
The path dissolves this very time

The silence in my breathing windpipe
The heat of this frozen thick ice
The drops form my poetic fluid lines
The flow rivers my transparent rhyme

Dying once again to reset my life
The new state is staging the wise
The freedom I grip is peace on a vice
Accepting my present is truly divine

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Spoken Word – Transparent

The sky paints this transparent scene
The clouds are floating freely
The sun rays pass through the beams
The nature of magical energies

The airwaves sync the melody
The highs & lows flow exquisitely
The ripples are echoing the sea
The ground is rooting my feet

The track is ripping my skin
The layers are burning to thin
The time is watching it still
The drops are cleansing the film

The naked is pure not obscene
The change is to unchain the theme
The patterns are revealing the unseen
The scars are opening the deep

The seam is melting cracked piece
The noise is filtered to peace
The voice I break is to feel
The rhyme I ride is to be

Spoken Word – Transparent

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A poem – Firing Shots

Firing Shots Image

I’m ready to play this crazy game
Firing shots at my mindless brain
Killing the dead spots from point-blank range
Freaking my beast out & the senseless rage
It’s time to transform the savage to a sage
It’s time to free my soul from this solid cage
I’m taking the steps to change my deeper state
I’m dissolving the imbalance & my wavy pain
These bullets was pointing at my shaky phase
It’s to awaken my senses, not to kill me dead

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Spoken Word – Dream

I was about to publish my new poem…but the fact is, it’s Dream I’m sensing in me…so I had to remain true to myself…therefore, I’ve created Spoken Word of my poem – Dream

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Dream

Dream
I sleep in my shed with no sheet on my shape to reveal myself in this naked dream
Skin
I could sense your delicate presence and your gentle touch on my rough & wounded skin
Lips
The wet taste of tenderness was breathless when your reminiscence kissed my thirsty lips
Sync
The beauty & the beast I could reel with the tip of my screams in one single & effortless sync
Beat
These days my heart is burning in fire & dark memories, so I pen my art with sighs & I drop the beat
Tears
Longing to belong & to be can stream the rivery of my inner scene into the whispers of my lonely tears
Green
The thing is that I can see the serene smile instantly & sea the shine of your waterfall with crystals green
Miss
The pink thread & pinpricks did stitch mess & paint sick but the fact remains it’s still you that I purely miss
You
It’s you I mirror & it’s you I loved with pure intention but today only your reflection is left in the song – it’s you

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Reblogging – The Devil’s Face (video)

I’m republishing my old poem – The Devil’s Face in a new form….Every single element of this video is created by myself….poem, photo, piano (well, hitting the keys), special effects etc….I’m simply experimenting & at the same time, connecting with the I in me….

Look beyond the gory imagination to sense the essence.

This is an excerpt of my original post – The Devil’s Face, that I published on 21/09/2019: It’s my poem of horrors if you simply read the words. But if you dig deeper, it’s not about the blood bath. It’s about showing the real face, which we tend to hide to give the fake appearance of looking happy & great. To me, it’s not a scary poem, it’s a sacred one – a different art form.

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Spoken Word – Eyeing my Phase

The heart is eyeing my phase while I am crying
The air in my body is heavy the way I am sighing
The mind of mine is red diamond when I am mining

The fire is burning my track that I trace on thin icing
The demons are scratching my face while they’re dancing
My feet are loosing the balance, so I’m simply sliding

Time is chasing the zones that once were hiding
The walls of this form are cracking & now they’re falling
I’m unchaining my case that was suppressing the deeper calling

My voice is whispering to burning stars as they keep shining
The soul is grounding my whole in soil as if I am dying
This all is enlightening the core, it’s so exciting


Dear readers,

After Reliving, I took a time off from WP….and now I’m coming back slowly….I’ve certainly missed you & your lovely writings / art….I will try to catch up but if I can’t, then a new day & a new beginning. Here’s my new poem / spoken word – Eyeing my Phase.

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Reliving

I’m reliving tonight the old story
New details but absolutely no flooring
My scene isn’t sharp coz it’s very blurry
Looking downstairs is difficult, it’s pretty scary
Struggling with balance, so I walk slowly
Small explosions in my head are kinda crazy
So I pack my things while I’m so thirsty
Coz I’ve called the number & I’m quite ready

My face is stiff like skintight denim
Ambulance is on it way, it’s soon comin’
Paramedics popping questions & I’m up summing
Suffocated behind mask but I’m still breathing
No energy in me, I just wanna slip in
Driving to hospital, ambulance is reaching the drive-in
Thoughts are running while I’m buckled & resting
Am I on my way to get a new bleeding?

2.5 day later I found out (after tests, scanning & examinations), there were no signs of new bleeding.

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You may also like to read Trip-Track & Bleeding Numbers

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