Austere passion suffers willingly,
squirming as if hewn
lest it lapse into morosely screamed platitudes,
boorish and dead
like my miasmic smile
They throw verbose missives
temerity blindly sireing
shardes of festooned ersatz
red, green, purple,
Ink shimmers, ebbs, dries, vapid
dizzy, hearts empty
bleeding viscous madness
riven by limpid metaphor
taught looms of rhythmous pain.
Here is a poem I wrote. I wrote it to deal with the complex emotions and questions about existence I had, when I saw the Body Worlds Exhibit in Berlin, Germany. It is an amazing exhibit, if you ever get the chance to go, take it. It is beautiful, thought provoking, educational, fascinating and disturbing (is a good way) all at once.
D) Construction of...Seele, sēle, Sē(u)la, Sē(o)la, *saiwalō, sāwol, soul.
origin unclear
looking, srчing
wo?
Книги, shhhh…apes, shifts of light and colour.
alma, âme, anima,
woher?
Adams attracked and repel
Chemicals excite and hindrcurrentz jump and spark,
Wohin?
i blink
Enthüllt
Yard upon yard of tubing,
Rold and fol dead in on itself
WaidnIŋ
nair-o-wing
bee gining and ending
fiberz con tract ænd ex. Pand:
entspannt
fluids phlow & collect
sir faces glide againsteachother
friction
non-fickshun
ent-schöpft
eye can’t blink
Lachen, (h)lahhan, lahhēn, *hlah-ja, hlæja, *klak-, to laugh
In hale, ex. Hail
Vibrations
Musclz contract
Kemikls re: lease
contagious?
Musslz x-pænd and cont racked
Moor vibrations
Oþer frequwensees
Swēt reelease
Resonance frequency (Hz = s-1)
Biological/evolutionary
Sounds ↔ the release of neurotransmitters
Reys/par tickles of liet hIt the lens
Focuses lite on newve endiŋz
Hart beets faster
Pressure increases
Blut floez to skin surf ace
Aye, eye, i lose my…thought
Frau, mann, wo(man)
Wood cry for leaves
w/o conscious ness?
Aye, lose and gain adams
Parts of mē becum ðεm
ðe be come me
du ðē re: member?
Eye in that leeph
Trapped between layers of cork
Ming gling w/sand and bacteria
Parts of me blō with the esssse
i am eaten
nu laif
them, я, wir
ΑΩ = ∞
кто bin I?
"We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but my learning to see an imperfect person perfectly." - I have lost the source.
"In my family there was much speaking and much silence. The speaking of words flowed from the speaking of our silences."
"What then is silence?"
"It is being. Spoken language and silence are keys."
"Keys to what?"
"To communication."
"What do you mean by communication?"
"At-oneness. Each individual IS a word. As you are a word to me."
[As we are all words for one another.]
-From:
Sophia House by Michael O'Brien