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Beauty


Mourning memories steeped in beauty
of deep emotion no other mind will see



I look for answers in epic verse, archetypes, fairy tales.
I don't know if what I find bears validity, but they can be lovely,
lyrical adventures; lead into deep, complex emotion,
ecstatic movement and poetry, a need to share.
I am consecrated to beauty, in all it's terrible majesty.
Exquisite agony is everywhere to be discovered, held dearly, set free.
I whirl, leap closer to the fire. Giant shadows swell with me.
Curiouser and curiouser.





Freed to meet my mission, to accept desire,
immortal pleasure, the opportunity to sketch,
to draw out beauty, to paint leisurely upon prism glass.
Have I reached the bridge upon the crossroads, the glimmering?
Magick's sea through which I now may travel, native soul
returned, having earned my keep, my long journeyman's
wage. I have looked at age, a deep reflective pond.
A wild road calls, beyond this threshold, sculpted by
oceanic power, rifts and meteors. I feel self-created destiny
shudder slowly, seismically, move me as I prepare



Beatific privacy, spacious fantasy,
Beauty’s secret sky.
Instant transport on beams of faery dust – pastel trails
fade languid to grand expanse.
Welcoming wilds, whisper of stories,
shelter of mothermoth wing.
Echoing, reflective pond plays soft consort with
lingering light.



That golden glow bringing me into
worlds of pumpkin coaches,
Valkyrie in flight,
neverlands that never were,
yet so much more real than
what passes for day to day.
 
Sadness is beauty brought down by ugliness,
truth succumbing to convenient lies.
Joy is opening all the senses into the
spectrum of beauty.
No moderation,
no limitation,
no convenient structural captivity.
Let the stars be shining beacons
calling us home.
Let the wind be a magical cloak,
the rain an exultation.
Let the cold, dark night be
a treasured, inspiring friend.
 
Let the night take me forward
Into everfulfilling fantasies
The never empty cup,
the magic wand/magic word,
sprinkled with faery dust,
toasted with the fine bubbles
of celluloid champagne.
Let us, the night and I, sneak off into
exotic adventure.
Let us learn the secrets of the Moon and Stars,
ancient runes and alchemical wonders.
Let us play upon the backs of dragons,
learning to fly,
learning to breathe fire,
learning to explore the mountainpeaks
and caverns of
our cthonic fears
and spin them into gold.



To see, to feel, to merge and undulate
through; to discover, uncover, swim
in the glory of original grace,
ecstatic beauty.
To see, to feel, to breathe in
all exquisite luxury of prescience; to hold,
transmit as cellular energy.
To paint upon translucent canvas
subliminal etchings, private symbols
generously revealed.
Sagacity gifted, re-gifted,
planted in potent fertility
of visions, of cantations.
The tinsel of starlight;
the subtle scent of conflagrated pain;
the feather touch of eternity.
I fall into velvet voice, enchanting form.
Move with the rhythm;
caressed within word and worlds'
mysteries.


Tumble
into
song singing hallelujahs,
place of play, haunted
by pretty memories
tinged gold in sunshine.
Midsummer twilight,
fairytales brought back from sleep.
Sprinting across that abyss,
beauty simple, profound.



What is the word for beyond words --
beauty simple, profound.
Stars, sunrays, miracles ablaze.
Loved and protected by gods, smitten with ecstasy.
Fortune favors elegance, grace of presence,
true nobility beyond codes of legend.



Stories safely told safely
hold dream-hidden refugees below surface travails.
Lost in flailing, in crafts lacking integrity, cracking,
leaking, failing to protect.
Sirens devise beauty,
inspiring, drawing upward those myths
seekers of meaning in desperation complete.


Ritual beauty, fierce death/wild rebirth.
Pulling energy, drunk from fruits of Earth, swirl
into ecstasy; face becoming.


A wish
Endlessly recursive beauty
Deep azure reflection
whirling stars
confections dark and
gloriously dangerous



Beauty lives in curves
and correlations,
simple intricacies
fitting frame to frame,
the potency of exactly
naming
demons and destinies.
Transformed,
daily meditations
reach heights of ecstasy;
practice becomes mastery.

Beauty must disturb,
send waves displaying
meaning into neural crevices
thus saying:
Stay deeply in
this brief eternity ...



The weight of the world.
The sadness of oceans.
The endless pain of life a'borning.
I am shaken; I am touched in that eternity.
If beauty demands sacrifice,
sacrifice demands such beauty.



Twirl into bright world of magic and melody and dance.
Send out twinkling moonbeams as smiles of delight.
Gift us all with love's vision of bountiful peace.
Pour out joy that every beauty filled impulse increase.
Find a song that fills your heart
Feel a beat that sets you free
Embrace the wonder you are meant to be.


As fascination leaves me
brilliant haze
transcends
oh! look! at the wonderfulness
dancing, prancing,
laughing
no consciousness
but of beauty and fun
no pressure, no expectation
light as air
practical as rain.
I am my own ambition to be realized.
Not a yoked beast,
but a child,
wild and free,
turning conundrum in
whirlwind,
euphoric
to be of service
to the muse
of my own creation.



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holograms of Beauty


Mourning memories steeped in beauty
of deep emotion no other mind will see
 
 
 
I look for answers in epic verse, archetypes, fairy tales.
I don't know if what I find bears validity, but they can be lovely,
lyrical adventures; lead into deep, complex emotion,
ecstatic movement and poetry, a need to share.
I am consecrated to beauty, in all it's terrible majesty.
Exquisite agony is everywhere to be discovered, held dearly, set free.
I whirl, leap closer to the fire. Giant shadows swell with me.
Curiouser and curiouser.

 
 
 
 
Freed to meet my mission, to accept desire,
immortal pleasure, the opportunity to sketch,
to draw out beauty, to paint leisurely upon prism glass.
Have I reached the bridge upon the crossroads, the glimmering?
Magick's sea through which I now may travel, native soul
returned, having earned my keep, my long journeyman's
wage. I have looked at age, a deep reflective pond.
A wild road calls, beyond this threshold, sculpted by
oceanic power, rifts and meteors. I feel self-created destiny
shudder slowly, seismically, move me as I prepare
 
 
 
Beatific privacy, spacious fantasy,
Beauty’s secret sky.
Instant transport on beams of faery dust – pastel trails
fade languid to grand expanse.
Welcoming wilds, whisper of stories,
shelter of mothermoth wing.
Echoing, reflective pond plays soft consort with
lingering light.
 
 
 
That golden glow bringing me into
worlds of pumpkin coaches,
Valkyrie in flight,
neverlands that never were,
yet so much more real than
what passes for day to day.
 
Sadness is beauty brought down by ugliness,
truth succumbing to convenient lies.
Joy is opening all the senses into the
spectrum of beauty.
No moderation,
no limitation,
no convenient structural captivity.
Let the stars be shining beacons
calling us home.
Let the wind be a magical cloak,
the rain an exultation.
Let the cold, dark night be
a treasured, inspiring friend.
 
Let the night take me forward
Into everfulfilling fantasies
The never empty cup,
the magic wand/magic word,
sprinkled with faery dust,
toasted with the fine bubbles
of celluloid champagne.
Let us, the night and I, sneak off into
exotic adventure.
Let us learn the secrets of the Moon and Stars,
ancient runes and alchemical wonders.
Let us play upon the backs of dragons,
learning to fly,
learning to breathe fire,
learning to explore the mountainpeaks
and caverns of
our cthonic fears
and spin them into gold.
 
 
 
To see, to feel, to merge and undulate
through; to discover, uncover, swim
in the glory of original grace,
ecstatic beauty.
To see, to feel, to breathe in
all exquisite luxury of prescience; to hold,
transmit as cellular energy.
To paint upon translucent canvas
subliminal etchings, private symbols
generously revealed.
Sagacity gifted, re-gifted,
planted in potent fertility
of visions, of cantations.
The tinsel of starlight;
the subtle scent of conflagrated pain;
the feather touch of eternity.
I fall into velvet voice, enchanting form.
Move with the rhythm;
caressed within word and worlds'
mysteries.
 
 
Tumble
into
song singing hallelujahs,
place of play, haunted
by pretty memories
tinged gold in sunshine.
Midsummer twilight,
fairytales brought back from sleep.
Sprinting across that abyss,
beauty simple, profound.
 
 
 
What is the word for beyond words --
beauty simple, profound.
Stars, sunrays, miracles ablaze.
Loved and protected by gods, smitten with ecstasy.
Fortune favors elegance, grace of presence,
true nobility beyond codes of legend.
 
 
 
Stories safely told safely
hold dream-hidden refugees below surface travails.
Lost in flailing, in crafts lacking integrity, cracking,
leaking, failing to protect.
Sirens devise beauty,
inspiring, drawing upward those myths
seekers of meaning in desperation complete.
 
 
Ritual beauty, fierce death/wild rebirth.
Pulling energy, drunk from fruits of Earth, swirl
into ecstasy; face becoming.
 
 
A wish
Endlessly recursive beauty
Deep azure reflection
whirling stars
confections dark and
gloriously dangerous
 
 
 
Beauty lives in curves
and correlations,
simple intricacies
fitting frame to frame,
the potency of exactly
naming
demons and destinies.
Transformed,
daily meditations
reach heights of ecstasy;
practice becomes mastery.
 
Beauty must disturb,
send waves displaying
meaning into neural crevices
thus saying:
Stay deeply in
this brief eternity ...
 
 
 
The weight of the world.
The sadness of oceans.
The endless pain of life a'borning.
I am shaken; I am touched in that eternity.
If beauty demands sacrifice,
sacrifice demands such beauty.
 
 
 
Twirl into bright world of magic and melody and dance.
Send out twinkling moonbeams as smiles of delight.
Gift us all with love's vision of bountiful peace.
Pour out joy that every beauty filled impulse increase.
Find a song that fills your heart
Feel a beat that sets you free
Embrace the wonder you are meant to be.
 
 
As fascination leaves me
brilliant haze
transcends
oh! look! at the wonderfulness
dancing, prancing,
laughing
no consciousness
but of beauty and fun
no pressure, no expectation
light as air
practical as rain.
I am my own ambition to be realized.
Not a yoked beast,
but a child,
wild and free,
turning conundrum in
whirlwind,
euphoric
to be of service
to the muse
of my own creation.




rapid dance from idea to idea, moving so swiftly, so
deftly, to leave a whirl of orderly beauty.


Appreciation, cooperation imbued as art.
True beauty trumps
exhilaration of destruction.
the spaces that combine
dark and light
end and beginning
edge and sky
where flight and float may merge
To see, to feel, to merge and undulate
through; to discover, uncover, burst renewed
in the glory of original grace,
ecstatic beauty.

like a meditative prayer to beauty's sacred well.
Drinking deeply with subtlety of sensation,
expanding metaphoric cells with
water of life and contemplation,
reaching for more.
Enchanted inward, beauty sculpted
pure, decanted music,
deep draughts of ecstasy.
Commingle, frolic with merry sprites,
conjured fumes,
intense, piquant elixir.

When beauty’s smile could greet our eyes,
define new mornings as we rise, why would we
otherwise choose?

Art lives, breathes, touches so surely
in the air, eye, mind of we who come to call.
With art
invisible renderings
take on a scheme
breathless with beauty.

 
 
Fleeting beauty
yet eternally expanding
integrating with starlight
recombining in those nuclear storms
I see you here, the artist
weaving sackcloth of diamonds
reflecting and protecting
that beauty never end.



I have thot of this a bit, in terms of beauty.
There is the often grand and breathtaking,
often soft and ethereal,
beauty of the natural world.
There is such beauty as well
in the art and architecture of man.
Each has its story, its music, its water colour.
Each has the power to move the rhythm
of my heart and bring tears streaming down my face.
Each has the power to make me feel
hopelessly inadequate,
or to inspire me to reach to the stars.
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Mourning memories of deep emotion steeped in beauty
 no other mind will see



I look for answers in epic verse, archetypes, fairy tales.
I don't know if what I find bears validity, but they can be lovely,
lyrical adventures that lead into deep, complex emotion,
ecstatic movement and poetry, a need to share.
I am consecrated to beauty, in all its terrible majesty.
Exquisite agony is everywhere to be discovered, held dearly, set free.
I whirl, leap closer to the fire.


Freed to meet my mission, to accept desire,
immortal pleasure, the opportunity to sketch,
to draw out beauty, to paint leisurely upon prism glass.
Have I reached the bridge upon the crossroads, the glimmering?
Magick's sea through which I now may travel, native soul
returned, having earned my keep, my long journeyman's
wage. I have looked at age, a deep reflective pond.
A wild road calls, beyond this threshold, sculpted by
oceanic power, rifts and meteors. I feel self-created destiny
shudder slowly, seismically, move me as I prepare


Beatific privacy, spacious fantasy,
Beauty’s secret sky.
Instant transport on beams of faery dust – pastel trails
fade languid to grand expanse.
Welcoming wilds, whisper of stories,
shelter of mothermoth wing.
Echoing, reflective pond plays soft consort with
lingering light.


Sadness is beauty brought down by ugliness,
truth succumbing to convenient lies.
Joy is opening all the senses into the
spectrum of beauty.
No moderation,
no limitation,
no convenient structural captivity.
Let the stars be shining beacons
calling us home.
Let the wind be a magical cloak,
the rain an exultation.
Let the cold, dark night be
a treasured, inspiring friend.


To see, to feel, to merge and undulate
through; to discover, uncover, swim
in the glory of original grace,
ecstatic beauty.
To see, to feel, to breathe in
all exquisite luxury of prescience; to hold,
transmit as cellular energy.
To paint upon translucent canvas
subliminal etchings, private symbols
generously revealed.
Sagacity gifted, re-gifted,
planted in potent fertility
of visions, of cantations.
The tinsel of starlight;
the subtle scent of conflagrated pain;
the feather touch of eternity.
I fall into velvet voice, enchanting form.
Move with the rhythm
Tumble
into
song singing hallelujahs.
Haunted by pretty memories,
stars, sunrays, miracles ablaze.
Loved and protected by gods,
smitten with ecstasy.
Fortune favors elegance,
grace of presence,
true nobility beyond codes of legend.

Twilight,
fairytales brought back from sleep.
Sprinting across that abyss,
beauty simple, profound.

Stories safely told safely
hold dream-hidden refugees below surface travails.
Lost in flailing, in crafts lacking integrity, cracking,
leaking, failing to protect.
Sirens devise ritual beauty, fierce death/wild rebirth.
Pulling energy, drunk from fruits of Earth, swirl
into ecstasy; face becoming.
Beauty,
inspiring, drawing upward those myths
seekers of meaning in desperation complete.


Beauty lives in curves
and correlations,
simple intricacies
fitting frame to frame,
the potency of exactly
naming
demons and destinies.
Endlessly recursive beauty
Deep azure reflection
whirling stars
confections dark and
gloriously dangerous.
Transformed,
daily meditations
reach heights of ecstasy;
practice becomes mastery.

Beauty must disturb,
send waves displaying
meaning into neural crevices
thus saying:
Stay deeply in
this brief eternity ...

The weight of the world.
The sadness of oceans.
The endless pain of life a'borning.
I am shaken; I am touched in that eternity.
If beauty demands sacrifice,
sacrifice demands such beauty.


As fascination leaves me
brilliant haze
transcends
oh! look! at the wonderfulness
dancing, prancing,
laughing
no consciousness
but of beauty and fun
no pressure, no expectation
light as air
practical as rain.
I am my own ambition to be realized.
Not a yoked beast,
but a child,
wild and free,
turning conundrum in
whirlwind,
euphoric
to be of service
to the muse
of my own creation.

Twirl into bright world of magic and melody and dance.
Send out twinkling moonbeams as smiles of delight.
Gift us all with love's vision of bountiful peace.
Pour out joy that every beauty filled impulse increase.
Find a song that fills your heart
Feel a beat that sets you free
Embrace the wonder you are meant to be.

Rapid dance from idea to idea, moving so swiftly, so
deftly, to leave a whirl of orderly beauty.

Appreciation, cooperation imbued as art.
True beauty trumps
exhilaration of destruction.
The spaces that combine
dark and light
end and beginning
edge and sky
where flight and float may merge.
To see, to feel, to merge and undulate
through; to discover, uncover, burst renewed
in the glory of original grace,
ecstatic beauty.

Like a meditative prayer to beauty's sacred well.
Drinking deeply with subtlety of sensation,
expanding metaphoric cells with
water of life and contemplation,
reaching for more.
Enchanted inward, beauty sculpted
pure, decanted music,
deep draughts of ecstasy.
Commingle, frolic with merry sprites,
conjured fumes,
intense, piquant elixir.


When beauty’s smile could greet our eyes,
define new mornings as we rise, why would we
otherwise choose?

Art lives, breathes, touches so surely
in the air, eye, mind of we who come to call.
With art
invisible renderings
take on a scheme
breathless with beauty.



Fleeting beauty
yet eternally expanding
integrating with starlight
recombining in those nuclear storms
I see you here, the artist
weaving sackcloth of diamonds
reflecting and protecting
that beauty never end.

There is the often grand and breathtaking,
often soft and ethereal,
beauty of the natural world.
There is such beauty as well
in the art and architecture of man.
Each has its story, its music, its water colour.
Each has the power to move the rhythm
of my heart and bring tears streaming down my face.
Each has the power to make me feel
hopelessly inadequate,
or to inspire me to reach to the stars.

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Mourning memories of deep emotion steeped in beauty
no other mind will see


When beauty’s smile could greet our eyes,
define new mornings as we rise, why would we
otherwise choose?
I am consecrated to beauty, in all its terrible majesty,
the power to move the rhythm of my heart,
the power to make me feel hopelessly inadequate,
or to inspire me to reach to the stars.
I look for answers in epic verse, archetypes, fairy tales.
I don't know if what I find bears validity, but they can be lovely,
lyrical adventures that lead into deep, complex emotion,
ecstatic movement and poetry, a need to share.
 
Exquisite agony is everywhere to be discovered, held dearly, set free.
I whirl, leap closer to the fire.

Freed to meet my mission, to accept desire,
immortal pleasure, the opportunity to sketch,
to draw out beauty, to paint leisurely upon prism glass.
Have I reached the bridge upon the crossroads, the glimmering?
Magick's sea through which I now may travel, native soul
returned, having earned my keep, my long journeyman's
wage. I have looked as age, deep reflective pond,
plays soft consort with lingering light, echoing.
A wild road calls, beyond this threshold, sculpted by
oceanic power, rifts and meteors.

 I feel self-created destiny
shudder slowly, seismically, move me as I prepare:
To see, to feel, to merge and undulate
through; to discover, uncover, swim
in the glory of original grace, ecstatic beauty.
The tinsel of starlight; the subtle scent of conflagrated pain;
the feather touch of eternity.
I fall into velvet voice, enchanting form.
Move with the rhythm
Tumble
into
song singing hallelujahs.
Haunted by pretty memories,
stars, sunrays, miracles ablaze.


Beauty must disturb, send waves displaying meaning
into neural crevices, thus saying:
Stay deeply in this brief eternity ...

I am shaken; I am touched in that eternity.
If beauty demands sacrifice,
sacrifice demands such beauty.
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solemn Beauty


Mourning memories of deep emotion steeped in beauty
no other mind will see
 
 
When beauty’s smile could greet our eyes,
define new mornings as we rise, why would we
otherwise choose?
I am consecrated to beauty, in all its terrible majesty,
the power to move the rhythm of my heart,
the power to make me feel gloriously inadequate,
to inspire me to reach to the stars.
Exquisite agony everywhere to be discovered, held dearly, set free.
I look for answers in epic verse, archetypes, fairy tales.
I don't know if what I find bears validity, but they can be lovely,
lyrical adventures that lead into deep, complex emotion,
ecstatic movement and poetry, a need to share.

Have I reached the bridge upon the crossroads, the glimmering?
Magick's sea through which I now may travel, native soul
returned, having earned my keep, my long journeyman's
wage. I have looked as age, deep reflective pond, plays
soft consort with lingering light, echoing.
Freed to meet my mission, to accept desire,
immortal pleasure, the opportunity to sketch,
to draw out beauty, to paint leisurely upon prism glass.
A wild road calls, beyond this threshold, sculpted by
oceanic power, rifts and meteors.
 
To see, to feel, to merge and undulate
through; to discover, uncover, swim in the glory
of original grace, ecstatic beauty.
The tinsel of starlight; the subtle scent of conflagrated pain;
the feather touch of eternity.
I fall into velvet voice, enchanting form.
Move with the rhythm
Tumble
into
song singing hallelujahs,
stars, sunrays, miracles ablaze.
 
Beauty must disturb, send waves displaying meaning
into neural crevices, thus saying:
Stay deeply in this brief eternity ...
 
I am shaken; I am atomized in that eternity.
If beauty demands sacrifice,
sacrifice demands such beauty.
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 Solemn Beauty


Mourning memories, deep emotion steeped in beauty
no other mind will see


When beauty’s smile could greet our eyes,
define new mornings as we rise, why would we
otherwise choose?
I am consecrated to beauty, in all its terrible majesty,
the power to move the rhythm of my heart,
the power to chide me as gloriously inadequate,
to inspire me to reach to the stars.
Exquisite agony everywhere to be discovered, held dearly, set free.
I quest through epic verse, mystic lore, fairy tales --
lovely, lyrical adventures that lead into complex emotion,
ecstatic movement and poetry, a need to share.

Have I reached the bridge upon the crossroads, the glimmering?
Magick's sea through which I now may travel, native soul
returned, having earned my keep, my long journeyman's
wage. I have looked as age, deep reflective pond, plays
soft consort with lingering light, echoing.
Freed to meet my mission, to accept desire,
immortal pleasure, the opportunity to sketch,
to draw out beauty, to paint leisurely upon prism glass.
A wild road calls, beyond this threshold, sculpted by
oceanic power, rifts and meteors.

To see, to feel, to merge and undulate
through; to discover, uncover, swim in the glory
of original grace, ecstatic beauty.
The tinsel of starlight; the subtle scent of conflagrated pain;
the feather touch of eternity.
I fall into velvet voice, enchanting form.
Move with the rhythm
Tumble
into
song singing hallelujahs,
starsbursts, sunrays, miracles ablaze.

Beauty must disturb, send waves displaying meaning
into neural crevices, thus saying:
Stay deeply in this brief eternity ...

I am shaken; I am atomized through that eternity.
As beauty demands sacrifice,
sacrifice demands such beauty.



 
 

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