#0143 - Six Strings

Vibrations rebound off the walls:
richochet.
This makeshift echo chamber
—cheap carpet,
stained mattress,
leaky faucets—
holds a boundless symphony.
The six strings
are seduced to synthesize
a universe of sound.

Silent passersbiy
with averted gazes
when he sits on the edge of the sidewalk:
a silent expectation
to divert attention.
But an extraordinary soundscape
radiates from this solitary soul
when he brings the strings
out to the streets.

#0142 - Everything is...

Everything
is as elementary
as you elect to make it.

Everything
is as deep
as you decide to dive.

#0141 - A New "Order"

This cement, these bricks:
they seem odd to me.
They are the atoms of stones
and sand
and sediment,
cleft apart
and glued together in patchwork.
They represent a rough approximation
of the resplendent order
of the natural world.

Machines and mechanistic manipulations,
though uniquely utilitarian,
forget the aesthetic efficiency
of a scheme
that has permeated
the sum of sensation
for centuries upon centuries.

...Da Vinci
studied flight
by drawing birds.

#0140 - Opened

The bellicose beast within
was shattered apart by the beauty of existence.

An immensity of experience arose
and crashed upon animosity
like a diluvian flood.

#0139 - A Story of Seeking Warmth...

{Written as part of Sextravaganza 2018, hosted by a number of poetic/literary enthusiasts on Tumblr}

The frozen Arctic wastes were cold and white.
That endless nothing streched from near to far—
a vapid vastness reaching past our sight.
...For friends, we only had the nightly stars.

A night spent hiding from the howling wind
gave birth to new ideas for warmth...and fun.
At first just hesitation: winks, a hint.
And then our hands were hunting pleasure und-

-er walls of cloth. And four together found
desire: reckless lust behind a blush.
The night then found salacious sounds, and dark-
-ness hid the scene of flesh exploring flesh.

Thus, miles apart from any sight: we found
new comfort, joy in something warm and white.

#0138 - Reinvigorating a Dimming Memory

It's been too long since I've written here,
or, for that matter, anywhere.

Here's a toast to the forgetfulness inherent to my humanity:
that which leads me to forget just how beautiful free-flowing words are.
And here's a "thank you" to music:
the enlightening beats and chords and walls of sound
that remind me why I picked up my six strings in the first place.
And an offed hat to those people that have bothered to say
"that's incredible" or even just "wow,"
for they remind me that my story and existence is not just for me,
but for everyone else as well.

As immersive as this life can be,
what makes it divine and beautiful is not that it's fun,
but that nothing you do is in a vaccuum.

Pursue your limitlessly expressive words,
and your infinitely explorative notes,
and your traveled, choreographed footsteps,
and your inimitably powerful eyes,
and your endlessly vibrant colors,
and your uniquely enlightening perspectives,
and your secretly immersive euphorias,
and your aesthetically magnificent designs,
and your perfectly precise constructs.

These are the multifarious and intimate hues
which color the simple base and outline of your live.

...Your mind, heart, body, and soul all seek exploration.
Do not feed them with routine or mundanity.

#0137 - "...a sinful aesthetic..."

Cerberus suggests a sinful aesthetic:
salacious suggestions
amid incinerative incitations,
screaming "Anarchy!" in shallow-minded tones.

Oh, the frothing fiends that our forefathers feared:
they've emerged from the shadows
and dropped their masks
and now eagerly rush
towards devious tasks.

Bullets let fly:
      more small, bloodied hands
      lay still on the pavement.
Grand masses of currency
      fuel isolation
      and fuel the insurgency.
And as growing pains are injected
into our weakening lifeblood,
we take on more willingly
our addiction to anger:
an anarchic scream to drown out
      the pained scream.

All tortures end
      in acquittal
      or death.
And the decision draws near
      as to which end we'll get.