| 111 tangential poems about nothing |


semblanceO, cruel puppet, pearl-eyed elusion!semblance
What sable magic have you recovered from this frozen folly?
Your seeping damp, sideways inertia mocking motion, an absurd colophon,
the mark of Maker(s); but you are self-made.
I think I notice . . . yes! Inexorable hoppers . . . you're not asphalted here, a cerulean cusp. I was bewildered
by your last intention, beset by


blackcored to the center of a butterfly heart the dark star borrowsblack
from everyone
(oh, you'd like to pluck) my melanin feathers there! aphotic blood
burn, sweet poison


dagger"O, happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rest, and let me die."dagger
- Shakespeare
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Juliet, my young heroine, your lesson, finally, is not lost on me.
i rediscovered it yellowing on a dusty page.
oh, i know, William meant to entertain our bleakest muscles
with your silly massacre, misguided errands.
but i had been leaning for something to cave in, something
to die for; god and country: aborted brothers.
Olivia Hussey sold me on love; '68 and adolescent lips held up
a new reality: her dagge


Earthen Eyeslight filters through my eyes i've called it sight, but it's more like secreting intuition at the pace of sleeping birds at night, blindspots, darkhung silhouettesEarthen Eyes
i have rough stones for hands that only reveal in grey, the argil, wet and spinning earth within me; the chest hasn't dried just yet, awaits the porcelain glaze
the grin, my cupie doll expression head, hungering plastic my rake arms' dumb embrace, a softer world drops through their sieve what monstrosity, quixotic knurl!
after all the illusions, what heart still forgets to beat?  


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and what is a-lone, to-day? burst of some infant dust off a broken sun
asleft to skin that curls around
los otros &


About Nothing Verse 25 Verse 25 from what shall i rend a white pixel? tornout intransigence, a morsel of matter, allmade of blight does this more than just answer an echo?About Nothing Verse 25
am i resolved, now? ¿shower this silent
&nb


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listening to her tell a dream
of how we live in a box; hollywood set
for(the)sake omy great discoveries, lifeevents all props to catch that certain light
cause, my brother, we cant bear to ever


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closer to living, making mineral out of dead mortar,
a creator, lately, finding the listener parading a noon shadow on Bethesda Terrace
space for a time- less nether, an unborn buddha emer- gent, wordfelt silence


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¿mi padre, hay más que esto? [NO MÁS] a barrier, bested &n


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a yottabyte of erudition down she splashes solvent keen [HOPPING] dissembles into softtidalarrangement
cosmicchaotic forgotten  
| 111 tangential poems about nothing |
| my favorite dA images |


Enlighten MeEnlighten MeEnlighten Me
As I sit In a daze Faraway From this place I seek What they have sought I listen To what they have heard I feel The things they have felt I learn The wonders they all know And the scars
that they have had heal I wish for them
to disappear.
So I sit Alone in state My minds away As if by fate But I am blind To what they saw And deaf To what they heard Im numb To what they have felt And thirsty For what they know.
R.F.M.


Why did I Agree?Why did I agree?Why did I Agree?
I was so full of myself I truly believed that I had reached understanding The likes of which humanity has not known Not because I am so intelligent: but, because of my Faithful Nature
I had to journey back to this place Be born and grow up I was not to remember who I am I was to discover my calling along my voyage
I believed that it was so obvious that I could do it in my sleep Well guess what
That is exactly what I am doing As I sleep I am awake in the dimension of my calling
Or is it my waking that is my calling


crossing.....Boundless darkness ......a voiceless vacuum unheard, unseen, I cross into obscurity..........crossing.....


note to selfit's a cyclenote to self
it's a cycle
it's a cycle
flux a cycle
in the spiral
outward inwardly
projecting internally,
the meta-ternal datastream
of vicariously obtained wisdom
breaching the walls of delusion
lifting the veils of illusion
liberating the amusing
corporeal fabricata
from the 'truth'
"objectivity"
it's a cycle
it's a cycle
it's a cycle
| my favorite dA poetry |
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in the end, only kindness matters.
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The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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dendrites wave and furl
moved-by-moving-with is not
manifesting is
this can happen without you
or it can happen within
Thank you for your kind words and your fave on Scenes From Merisi's Career.
I greatly appreciate your support and encouragement.
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
(I have just started work on another episode of intrigue, this time in nineteenth century London. I hope to post something before too long.)
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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>engage.
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not all things go away with pretty, white pills...
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