Effigy, Descant, Crusade: Drive and Cause, Superposition and Emplacement, Hostility and Crusade

Effigy, Descant, Crusade:

Drive and Cause, Superposition and Emplacement, Hostility and Crusade

"Unbroken Run; Undone Coherence; Unsung Environs"

Because I love the riddles that you speak

And I see painterly abysmal hazels

And I love the way you dance

And you lark about again.

I see the run you've got is in vain.

War, here, my war.

Magnificence.

Yours an unbroken run.

You are an undone coherence.

War. O! War.

Magnificence.

Series of rhythmical steps in time to music

(Any agreeable sound(s); punishment for (One's) actions);

An unbroken series of events;

And cohering consistently,

Artistically, Answers

Literary;

Ahead of time

Sufficiently for

Chaos to come(?)(.)

Chaos undone?

Interpretations?

Chaos to come?

Unquestionable

Chaos to come.

War, my war.

Magnificence.

Yours an unbroken run.

You are an undone coherence.

War. O! War.

I see surmons today

Pelting rough and round buttons.

I see one more finger,

Plectrum of tomorrow.

I see last long day

Casting rimes without a sheet.

I see one lost tambourine

Scribbling One Blow.

Creations creating; beginning of a new dawn.

Creators scribbling; dusk is the fall.

{Smiles.}

A-new(

Take my love

Take my love

Take my love

Take my love

You ain't gonna take my time war

No No

Take my love

Take my love

Take my sh** (hush)

you ain't gonna hear me cry war

na na

you hear me now (hear me now)

here's doom now (No, not you)

one-three-seven bpm

2/2

)modal-ity(

So take that-a-battle.

Heavy, fetters, shackles

Onerous, terra firma

Accedin' my karma.

Cup's a crackle china

My road to Medinah

But heavy rain patters.

Two metallic sabotage

Poised fetting shatters

Shackles were my camouflage.

Varsity of Life, Rain

On my Road, on my Pate

Patter softer, drib amassed

Brahmaputra delta.

Kronecker identity

Entity, nonentity

In war seems clatter

Is devil's din fa-ti brattle.

Mid-earth's Eru Ilúvatar, Morgoth, goodish Melkor;

Preposterous deserted island, Strangers from Within;

Shay ān's goodish will; if demiurge I were

Theocracy whoso followeth, Four Wounds would follow.

XVI's exegesis, 1986

Testaments of Benedict, "Sin is a deed."

Like Cain killed Abel, his corpse were to addle

They born after Fall of Man... but here I am an angel.

I am Raphael, Artiya'il, Uriel

On judgement I'm Israfil.

I am Gabriel, Camael, and Michael

Qafsiel, Dumah, Mikail.

Rakul and Raguel... Ifrit, Lucifer

Anthropology dates to Azazel.

)IDEA-te.

[But of course this isn't war, it is magnificence, it is glory.]

{Smiles.}

War, always, war.

Magnificence.

Yours an unbroken run.

You are an undone coherence.

War. O! War.

My Glory.

Look at you starling

Are you myna or grackle?

Is it prattle? Is it war?

'Cause war's forms too smatter.

Red jungle fowl's delta,

Asking fowl at home,

I see a foul's play;

Red jungle fowl flesh.

Quaver, cold, quaver,

Warble old melodies,

For war's antimatter

A rainbow phoenix homes scatter.

Abuser is accuser who was born when someone died.

"Hoc est corpus meum," know this line.

The magic-kin's aghast with the verge in the magic.

World never change, but the change is Holy War.

Choices are after end of time, previse trumpet's One Blow.

War, war.

Magnificence.

Yours an unbroken run.

You are an undone coherence.

War, o' war.

Child.

[But of course this isn't fist, it is palm, it is 5ingers.

Purpose: Written 4 2 1earners

Way: Right 0 mine.

Painterly.]

Reviews

[...]

I really enjoyed this form . Very moving and transforming from words into music. It's little reminds jazz Cosmo improvisation by Alice Coltrane . Always evolving and always breaking through ordinary logic of ordinary mind. I guess just few people can enjoy this. This is more about switch off logic patterns and structure. Only way like you can enjoyed is just let it flow in your head without cold judgement. Wonderful.

[Summer boy]

It is one of the many poems I've written this month on the new poetic style I've been wanting to get to. So Alice Coltrane, and then John and then that era, this comparison does inspire to work on it more.

Yes, not ordinary. *here's the secret: this one is war*.
It may take me a lot of time to perfect this, probably years. As now I know more than what I had when I'd written this one, I know why it felt just not exactly right even after considering every single choice, the problem was that there were still many choices were left to make.

The good thing about this one was it has everything it is.

Glad you enjoyed it.
The other [ism 2) poem was another one chasing this reform. I might use a thought or two on that one.

[...]

I was wondering cause you mentioned music quiet often when we speak about poetry. If you are use music like influence for writing when you listen to it. Or do you compose own music. There is certainly some simulate building climax in music and words. Or at least my writing is more like jazz experimental improvisation when from one beat can come structure of Melody also when I broke Melody into destructive noise . I find quiet inspirational listen to the Sonic Youth or Swans .

[Summer boy]

Movie making, music, visual arts, theaters, dance, or literatures, they all are made with somethings we have, somethings we improvise, somethings we put our brains into, to create something spectacular which has its origin deep into a human.

They all have forms, they all use patterns, all of them make you think at a deeper level, with a basic purpose, which is to alleviate.