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Nature’s word cloud ūüí≠

*poem inspired by making a word cloud of words I associate with nature*

Greed begets Intelligence
Animals rapidly become extinct
Beliefs about climate change
Ignorance – our children blame the seasons.

A pregnant pause, enlightenment shakes its head in disbelief.

Woe, our animals
Woe, our children
Woe, nature has become the beast.

Mortality balances out death
A rebirth of natural feelings causes us to sigh with our grief.

Oh, how to let the sunlight in?
Oh, how to bear these storms?


Oh, how to see the silver lining when mist obscures all common sense?

Oh, how will we learn to embrace the purity of snow,
When does our fatal flaw refuse to allow mother nature to get her way?

One element of me

  First appearances people see the peak of an iceberg
I’m frosty, aloof and alas, on occasion I am mean.
                                   GRRRRRRR.

If a person wishes to explore more of my make up they’ll find layered depths of frenetic intensity.
I have secrets of a history spanning over decades often feeling I’ve lived for centuries.
Am I immortal?
I’m merely human, don’t you see?

Occasionally, my demeanour melts at the sight of past enemies.
I’ve learned to be durable
Have the strength to endure a life span of over three decades.
An incredible feat, don’t you agree?

When poorly I’m cold
Under the sunshine, I bask in the glory
Honoured to feel;
Honoured to acknowledge I too have victories.

Oft I catch people off guard with bursting shouts, Look at my glee!

Inner confidence harks, Don’t underestimate me!


Many moon cycles left behind in the dark.
Startled by spring to be reborn
Nature is cruel
Thoughts of how can I summon up the will to carry on?

Life drags on a lit cigarette hope rapidly distinguishes
The light I can barely see.


Life stamp me out,
a frazzled repressive voice alien to the world.
This is how I feel!

A weedy, nondescript Daisy,
If it turns a head to the sunshine I bloom into a true flower
radiant; carefree

Wild and untameable.

I was born to be free
I wasn’t born to conform to the expectations of some society.
 

Atrophy

Demise.

A state I  claim as my own.

A walking catastrophe.

There

I saunter

Meander

in the state of atrophy.

 Cackles  full of apathy

No more I write for pleasure

I write  more for  no pleasure.

Wasted to academic response.

The demise of a broguer weary wasting away on the scribe’s chopping board

The life in an annus miribilis  mocking bird world.

Woken by the tweet ( hashtag) Motivation Monday.

Today’s news

The latest politician to fall into a blunder.

Cordoned off by the first sizzle of thunder.

Dissociate  from a time they could

Muster

Guster

Cluster

words connecting heart and mind

Until

over spillage

Foam  froth

Displayed shapely snowflakes

A Costa ‘s  coffee hallmark.

Glug down for the dawn of the   festival of the dead

 Mourning

in a town close to the  Pennines-

Lost to me is this place meant

To prove to be a better person,

My woe.

Ungirthed

A  spit  fire roasting.

A  moaning myrtle.

Toilets

vacant

Blocked up with  yesterdays cum

By  Yadda Yoda .

Glee geeked a fatal flaw.

A whore ‚ÄĒ seeking out the currency of words.

Could screaming out his name strengthen muscles of an inner core?

Bathe in white milk entice to indulge in a  favorite parlor  game?

This back drop.

A mood scape.

Blinded archetype to fate.

If this story could end..

Two acts saved by marty’s who implore

Destined by a saviour

Garnished blistered scabbed covered  Hope fulled folklore

May clarity denounce

infinite  notion  of worthlessness

Disparaged hypo-manic thought hindsight

Goaded in to  a contemplative state

sat on the floor

Coloring in books

Mind

Fully Clothed.

hidden from a distance

Write to recover  or die trying to be

A better self

at peace away from this tumultuous existence

These are my words.

atrophy

nounat¬∑ro¬∑phy | \ňąa-tr…ô-fńď \plural atrophies

Definition of atrophy 

1: decrease in size or wasting away of a body part or tissue atrophy of musclesalso : arrested development or loss of a part or organ incidental to the normal development or life of an animal or plant

2: a wasting away or progressive decline It was not a solitude of atrophy, of negation, but of perpetual flowering.‚ÄĒ Willa Catheran atrophy of imagination. 

nounat¬∑ro¬∑phy | \ňąa-tr…ô-fńď \plural atrophies

Definition of atrophy 

1: decrease in size or wasting away of a body part or tissue atrophy of musclesalso : arrested development or loss of a part or organ incidental to the normal development or life of an animal or plant

2: a wasting away or progressive decline It was not a solitude of atrophy, of negation, but of perpetual flowering.‚ÄĒ Willa Catheran atrophy of imagination. 

MERRIAM WEBSTER

Les Fleurs de mal

The willows have found Flowers of evil ūüėÄ

What better way to merge a post with my love of poetry & music with an experimental fondue such as this. If you love this track ¬†(taken from Ciani’s Lixiviation album), ¬†then you should definitely check out her debut EP ¬†(2019

I’ve never heard of Suzanne ¬†Ciani until today, ¬†& I’ve not read much about Charles Baudelaire ( the controversial French poet) who produced the famous work ‘Elevation’.

Suzanne Ciani ( musician, composer, sound engineer, record label executive who predominantly creates Avante Garde electronic music.

If you are a fan of into Boards of Canada or Aphex  Twin this EP might just be what you need to hear today,.

Suzanne Ciani uses a (previously unheard) sample from one of Baudelaire’s 4th ¬† part of his ¬†Elevation works, ‘Fleurs de Mal’, in her new track.

This is the exact kind of stuff I love.out of chaos I find order ( depending on mood)

She has been compared to ¬†the legendary Serge¬†Gainsbourg ( another musician inspired by Charles Baudelaire’s¬†¬†works)

The track ¬†starts with the intro of Baudelaire’s ‘ELEVATION’ ¬† Check out the English translation at the end of this post)

Baudelaires ‘Elevation’ is ¬†divided into 6 parts.

 Charles was seen as a  visionary and a  rebel of his time. Elevation has been quoted as contributing work to the symbolism & modernist movement in the early 1900s.  Charles was a  part of-of the symbolist movement in France.  depicting art metaphorically, using wordplay and allowing more fluidity in writing poetry.

YAY! POETRY doesn’t have to rhyme.

 This opened up a new platform for free verse poets.

They wished to present an object not as it appears in reality but how it affects the senses. This is the basic technique of most successful literary works known as ‘show don’t tell’.

Baudelaire also translated many of Edgar Allan Poes English works into French.

So what do flowers represent in symbolism?

Since ancient Greek times, they have represented peace and happiness in the afterlife &  of course, they are also often seen as a symbol of life & hope.

So what do the flowers of evils mean to Charles Baudelaire’s? From my Google search, He wasn’t s peaking of the feminine form. ¬†Althoug he has referred to females as a dead animal carcass (as an example). Make of that what you will…

A metaphor – Ha ha! use all your senses not just your visual ones. mmh meat .

The closest meaning could be that even in beauty there is evil or ugliness or even sorrow and pain.

Either way, I love music, experimental works of art, flowers, symbolism, spoken word, the French language & taboo subjects like Erotism and decadence. Haha!

Above the ponds, above the valleys,
Mountains, woods, clouds, and seas,
Beyond the sun, beyond the heavens,
Beyond the confines of starry spheres,
My spirit, you roam with agility,
And, like a good swimmer bracing the waves,
You soar happilythe into profound immensity
With exquisite male delight.
Fly, far away from these noxious surroundings;
And cleanse yourself in the pure air above,
And drink, the clear fire that fills lucid spaces,
As you would a pure and divine liqueur.
Behind the nuisances, and the vast chagrins
Amassing with their weight our bewildering existence,
Happy is he who can with a vigorous wing
Propel towards the luminous and serene realms;
He whose thoughts, like larks,
Free, in the morning take flight,
‚ÄĒ Hover over life, and understand with ease
The language of flowers and silent things!

 

The living ain’t easy

It hasn’t taken away everything

there is still me inside.

Don’t forget I rise, fall, stumble, then I suppose because I’m here, I rise.

See even grey lizards can be

Newborn from cinders.

My number is definitely not over

Mother’s nature to beta block a seizure on Kronos’s clock.

merely an earthling in my mortal dregs tried

to take my heartbeat, crush it in my hands

So many times,

Yet here I still am.

I pulverised the very heart of my soul

This beaten path

Led to a southern state in need of heart donors

Many lived as secluded slaves

pieces pulled apart.

I may be flawed but you’re no patron saint

for you have a blood hue lusting for the Big Easy.

See there it is!

Blemished if only so faint.

Self-hatred became queasy & took it out on my star crossed lover

Call it, resting bitch face syndrome.

True

My love can be seen -it hovers.

Moments of Rapture are fleeting

Take time to bask in my lover’s latest sunshades.

Who’s to say we’ll never meet up with

a black dog again

‚Äď a self-made state of oppression.

The Living aint easy.

(inspired by
my relationships my temper and I write to make sense of my thoughts)