Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Near-exact dimensions of Coltrane’s breath bringing life to Interstellar Space
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tag the tawdry tusks of turtles
and sheep the grey matter
hatless in its bristol sheet;
the monk divers spread shivers
thruout the length of prophecies
spilled in cadences echoed by jubilees.

the whining grapes -
purple heads coming out
behind closed veils 6 feet tall
shimmering in opulences stealing tomorrow
the cat differs in silence intruding restlessness.

the fillet of minions
taking bones for pyres ignited
into ruptures excited, delighted
as the warmth of black hole suns
drift lazily across the void of valkyrie
sumptuous in feel of senses
despised by the highest of high priests

acorn madnesses
ingest the troubadour
while guitar rifts squeal
from electric mindfulness relaxed
in perfumed gardens stolen from yesterday
and put on trials of judges faked in cloaks
worshiping in diabolical mannerisms

choking truths running amuck
thru stainless steel tracks,
rust prevention of godless noises
circumventing the tadpole ironies;
seven have perpetrated their shark's skin
upon the silken flesh of hearts beating to
irregular bass harmony of passionate desire
in the mega-distance where irony wails
splashing in the seven seas beyond site
the holy horizon subscribes to geometrics
devised by necessity of time's forwardness
without due regard to fragile disbeliefs
bordering on the teetering see-saw of Truth
too often found guilty of obeying Nature

the assassin's asinine asymmetry bathed
in distorted design thru spectacles bridged
under knowing eyes weeping under cover
as Coltane's haunting jazz colored midnight
in morose shades of purples and turquoise
preventing false temptations from sun's light.

Pontificators! the wonder of tomorrow's promise
enveloped in grace tinted with hope's solidity
brings nothingness under staring blood-shot eyes,
but still they christen falsehood… those theys
who mislead and perpetrate chaos upon peace
as the calm of dreaming oceans humm symphonies

“OM OM on the Bridge
where the dear deer
team with antelope
recalling the Beginning”

"He killed me, Mal, he killed me with a sword. How weird is that ? - Mr. Universe from the movie "Serenity".

the mingo wrote: ↑

November 3rd, 2017, 3:39 pm

"He killed me, Mal, he killed me with a sword. How weird is that ? - Mr. Universe from the movie "Serenity".

The last time I was killed by a sword, it was one hell of a hack job

from that point onward I swore to be killed by a s'word forever more

as the dueling banshees played in the tall grasses, their eyes glowing

from the illumination of the third moon on the fifth night of Petraphon

where the escapees from endangered miracles sulked in a midnite mass

keeping the warmth of hope from dissipating into the ionizational zero

where multiples of s'words hissed like rattlers protecting their Serenity...

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Multiple swords! Rattlers defendants in serenity- nice touch!
Really nice image there!

And in the beginning was no beginning, in the end no clock, just the OM and the ocean meeting on a dock..

Tick tick tick tick
Time is so from star to star
That all my thoughts feel bazaar
That little Electric light

And I wanna dance


Most of the people I know
Look like a geriatric show

Dancing in wheelchairs walkers
In the sun
Doesn’t that sound like fun?