Abstract Abecedarian

[Coup]

Some early writings I compiled. A finished body of 'abstract' poetry. Written on the brink of lousing my mind, but emerging with my soul. This is a small footprint of a larger work in progress. A peregrination. A crossroad. The coming of age in periods of turbulence.

There are many themes. Rather than listing them I'll allow the reader to draw their own conclusions. I post this as a final flush of sorts before I focus on brand new concepts and ideas. On to the next chapter...

Comments are welcomed, though nothing is solicited.

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I'm paused. In timid sequenced straights. I salted her annually as we've grown together...superficially fake. Apart in faint grand finale fashion, doing or dying. Sinking or swimming. In tonalities depth. Tonality's lake.

And you.

You.

You got machine shot in the knee. Enter a obscene nurse who's hand clots the velveteen spots clean. Unseen between your serene eyes is a debt, a favor to allow feelings not free; too upset to bear meaningful meanings.

I remember the times. Remembering the

Summer time dog-days. Woody Hays with the Ohio State - Maze and Blue always. The Chicago Tribune, Toronto auto-tune. What is yellow is for Michigan, what is off red is for the southern chicken. So-so I write just for the sake of nodding my head with a yo-yo weight. Fashion, dancing, autumn leaves bring the crisp lacerations with NA-NA orgasms. No, no ! Yes. Yes ?

Free writing while seen sighting. Slight of hand flee fighting is believing. Exciting Led Zeppelin inspired sitting, break fast or respite some recipe of my setting. Shocker, lambs and fate. With rookie wits, ego charged fix. No edit, just simple breakdowns, that only shake, pound once you read it.

Only eat baloney if so lonely, in front of a dog and pony show homie. I want to do something grand. Something lucid that connects to fans in grand prix grand-stands. For the common Joe. NOW THAT IS A CHALLENGE.

Today's age is the era of deception labeled as creativity and sold in payment plans. Lost relics teach to mediocrity, can you feel me man ? D:

Because I'm not a Joe. I'm a Ed. I whistle lucid.

I might end this soon, depends how long I listen to brain waves, so stupid.

Forget and forfeit our meditated mind musters. Her dedicated time clusters. His too many notes blunders. What if you never woke up. Suspended animation in upside down teeter hang ups. Everyone, everything would still ravage, savagely spin. All your memories recycled to your once removed twin.

Live forever. Endlessly, helplessly, selflessly. Triumph for genius, month to month needlessly. Anti sleepless.

Who would you be if you could ? Someone funny, someone with money. Someone intelligent, someone insignificant. Power. Under thunder showers. A golden age that never was. Buzz. Anyone who does.

Colors, brothers and cinnamon dread-locked mothers. Anti this. Your intellect is bliss. Above all you crawl. Forget the whole, dwell like the troll...Bridge, under.

Fort Sumter. Wars. Common knowledge whores. Pimples, dimples, chimpanzee ripples and crazy swirls of lavender trifles. Plated. All ready stated. Too many ideas all ready tainted. Created, debated, overrated and simply eviscerated.

Look in to everyones essence earnestly. Take attendance. Notice the appendage. Bandage the offended. Rear-ended, suspended. Constant outer strangle hold upended. The few feed off the have nothings. Half stuffing your face, lying. Gold mining. Billions silvering their linings. Fine wine, lobster dinner dining. No room for whining. All on your around the clock blue dollar. Collar around your neck. Expect next to nothing for respect.

So severe lately -though obvious now. It's dubious at best and obnoxious how unrealistic ideals gain nauseous appeal.

If not for this reveal individuals would feel again, might maybe conceal their age with E vitamins washed down with a Heineken. Or two. Not with credit or a knife. Must I remind you my friend ?

Invite them in, naturally. Bury the hatchet and latch it for them. Beauty is the eye of the older, saying " Distant dissonance echos most resilient in its hosts brilliance" every now and then.

Raised not literally in the physically. But figuratively praised a lot whimsically. Or rather, creatively as faded spots in the imaginary. Grown locally most organically. Drawn from deep wells like how air feeds a organ manically.

Wake up and grab the objective psychologically . Be selective, be you for Aura and her for horror please.

You for Aura ? And she for flora. Yes. All together lights planted ashore ideas. Then sailing sails for Pandora. It's a box of evil that stows below, glowing laughter crowned by gold in kilos.

Download the file. See the protagonist antagonize obstacles all the while dialing in more uploaded trials. All for free but not of hypocrisy and a small core fee. Ask Victoria, message her silently or she will ignore ya. Please.

What is public must be legit, fit for average consumption, don't forget. What is private is handled by pirates, prying loose profits from prosthetics.

To tell the difference between: First remain unseen with steady breath and hope. Then listen to the cracks in the wall with a stethoscope.

You and I see this all.

Watching on par with it, standing silently in secret, though none can look and see terrific. Most just wait to be sure and specific, all boasting, but soon turned on beaches with shards of sand and leaches beneath it.

Don't mislead me with fisted hits, just wait and in sequence we all re-seed this shit. Grow tall plants, harvest community, bleed change fitted with ingredients.

So correct. So much suffering.

So hard, not to be on guard against. Disgust measured in yards laid by haste smothered and ambiance. Immunity to mass mutiny, soon it will be half the global scrutiny. Flags half mast, raised in arms marching for unity.

I go right. Brain knows it's left. I learn right, brain discerns it theft. Very direct is it. Fairly suspect that I now exit- this is not a tested testament.

Rather,

I'm abusing spending limits of those clueless few who suspend suspension in relationship to unicorns in unison. Of those foolish recluses who misuse vacation ships to feel this reality real in amazing amazement. I'm just simply saying while typically typing typos hard wired for placebos basically in enslavement.

I study my subject material. I ready the public for real. My patients are pending like pacifists rendering aggressiveness for favors of offending.

Though,

I disconnect and unravel. Brain then shows finesse and sends at last, us together on travels. I yielded privately to my psychology- Brain lights up splendid dimensions fielded inside of me so psychotically. Gifted. So angelic, though learn I did.

So introverted, kid.

I see the body become so electric. Slowly posed for select feelings lonely owned but fully eccentric. Dismay and dismantled, so locally frayed to be this way a bully so tall-tailed and rattled.

Hurried and frantic, drop it all some day and leave with other worried romantics. It's nowadays absurdity in animation smothered always by standing-ovation antics. Thirty some years later, who am I to question my neighbors reality, or their mechanics ?. . . if not for all our faults in a shitty urban sandwich ? I used to sing for a real fine way to start. Still do.

I hear the body cry so pleadingly. Knowing that it don't know. Growing fine lines, aging as though it won't show. How misleading it can be, or so seemingly needless to stand so fleetingly free. Going down now.

When the body is electric please don't fight all functions that of which makes your height sandwich some tall assumptions: Crying, lying, cheating, hurting. That's all we seem to do. So good.

So, synchronize my exterior to display nothing but superior superlatives, disguising our eyes only after our interiors were certainly sure we did. All is kept silent of which is alienable in open barter. Never too far off are jaws of intercept inept on all attainable truths spoken underwater.

Gather the signs, stencil in the message.

Demonstrate all the hate, however pastel painted, you retain in lieu of me. It's hostel, raided by youths in fox holes both dying and surviving orthodox souls simultaneously.

Go on. Proceed. Demonstrate how I feigned shy of snared dividends. Short of hilarity as I expected this autumn again.

How you instead casted calls of amnesty auditioned in clarity. Only to be paired with me, if and only sparingly then. And as such, a pallet of two lonely September symphony blends, colored splendid into a splendor of animation seeing more suspended.

Heh, the vulgarity was amber, the diva friend, a tint of flavor applauded behind closed doors being orally tested by men. Hurriedly monetized, though not really offended.

So slow, too fast. It's how it goes and you do notice. Yes you do.

Too fixated on photo finishes. Soon out-fielded with photon particles Irish-blue in blemishes. Two related too mirror in any remembrance. Too sedated. Fears of infinity. Just too 'you' to radiate two cadences capable of atypical symmetry. It is not so. Not sustainable, quite frankly.

Simon says so.

His music hosts ghostly images boastfully posted as mostly imitating us. It's creatively sequenced legitimate expression, forced by torqued individuality sessions split in two divisional duality questions.

In so that we can best confess an incidental weekend full of zest and banned recessions. The rest is like working a fan for brain pleasure. It's learned as how a plane lands after three bland departures.

Measure it's money earned as we see happy harmony unharmed in alimony as signatures sign for matrimony failure.

It's a soul surviving the fallout. A reminiscent of tenacity, our savor. The mental design tailors, bio-mechanical love of labors. The Liquidity. The expendable around-the-belt saber. The Audacity, a marginal force that merits no favors.

Remember me, remember the shot heard round world.

Remember the intelligent hare and the dubious turtle. Relevant pair and the obvious curdle. Of blood. The octave notation sounds a conclave staff blunting perfect pitch. Convex snitch stone. Octagon victory prone.

All pigmented skin toner. For sale buy owner. Rent to own bills. Pop fish oil pills. Honest exhaustion hauls, stimulating inner neanderthals. Liquidity, placebo study oils gears. Audacity, gears oil placebo study.

It's all these things, but really it's my keen antenna. It detects things; feels around, oddly connects to her son an oddity of coppery sounds. Anticipating your personality properly presents a picture perfect surly to astound. Precipitating many actions early with reactionary property not yet found.

I use this to my advantage.

I observe you with sick receptiveness.

A last full measure in circumference signals red blood in valentine preference. upholding European ordnance for the rest. Pass or fail test. Nod yes or no or protest.

Timid is the blinded. Inferiority never minded. Haphazardly discounted.
Mimicry blindsides those who go worldwide. Superiority magnified.

Rule of thumb, march out-of-step to your defiant drum. Sharks will come. Chum the venom...Line the path with a lesser taken cadence. Radiance of absence. Flagrance of credence. Not clear water revival at all, but truth in actual.


Sincerely,

The Repenting.

[Vulgar]

If this were open mic night and I was sitting in the stands, I would throw two things at you: 1. Props for this beastification. 2. I'd throw a book or a large object at you for making this so long. My attention span wasn't on par enough to read the language at the pace this deserved.

Aside from a few 'a's used instead of 'an's - maybe intended, you created a verbally and visually stimulating burrow for voices that often get lost in the periphery. So, in a way, it rang as an eloquent rant, backed by a constant barrage of interestingly worded lines. I would like to read more of these if you have a series. I also know of a poetry blog that would post this exact prototype - they don't care about length or uniformity. Those two guidelines encompass the individuality of letting the spout run, and watching the kiwi colored water dance on the glass sink (syncronicity)

I'll quote what I saw and thought about:

So-so I write just for the sake of nodding my head with a yo-yo weight. Fashion, dancing, autumn leaves bring the crisp lacerations with NA-NA orgasms. No, no ! Yes. Yes ?

Free writing while seen sighting. Slight of hand flee fighting is believing. Exciting Led Zeppelin inspired sitting
^This part was bananas and I dug the vibes.

Look in to everyones essence earnestly. Take attendance. Notice the appendage. Bandage the offended. Rear-ended, suspended. Constant outer strangle hold upended. The few feed off the have nothings. Half stuffing your face, lying. Gold mining. Billions silvering their linings.
^Mm.

To tell the difference between: First remain unseen with steady breath and hope. Then listen to the cracks in the wall with a stethoscope.
^I really liked this segment.

I'm abusing spending limits of those clueless few who suspend suspension in relationship to unicorns in unison.
^The mention of unicorns nearly made me facepalm. Sorry.

Too fixated on photo finishes. Soon out-fielded with photon particles Irish-blue in blemishes.
^Opaque.

Remember the intelligent hare and the dubious turtle. Relevant pair and the obvious curdle. Of blood. The octave notation sounds a conclave staff blunting perfect pitch. Convex snitch stone. Octagon victory prone.
^Impressive wordplay migration.

I'm not up to the task of properly interpreting the meaning of this tonight if there is more to the data mold than an intriguing sequence of hunches and cognitive tonics. For your next edition, I'll be more than ready to read with a set of silverware within my reach. Thanks for the read, and keep doing you.

[zygote]

It had some nice abstract word-strings. However, the only criticism is the use of "I" and "you." Feels like using I and you detracts from the abstractness because I/you is inherently personal, it kind of lessens the abstract nature of it. The areas where you focused on descriptions of objects/events were stronger than the sections about feelings and "I's."

[Just Write]

i have no idea how to feed this so im going to just quote some parts i enjoyed

So-so I write just for the sake of nodding my head with a yo-yo weight.

i liked just the thought of this here, pretty creative imo

Today's age is the era of deception labeled as creativity and sold in payment plans.

^^this

Raised not literally in the physically. But figuratively praised a lot whimsically. Or rather, creatively as faded spots in the imaginary. Grown locally most organically. Drawn from deep wells like how air feeds a organ manically.

this might have been the most poetic you've gotten so far lol, well in the rhyming sense


Don't mislead me with fisted hits, just wait and in sequence we all re-seed this shit. Grow tall plants, harvest community, bleed change fitted with ingredients.

word

I hear the body cry so pleadingly. Knowing that it don't know. Growing fine lines, aging as though it won't show. How misleading it can be, or so seemingly needless to stand so fleetingly free. Going down now.

When the body is electric please don't fight all functions that of which makes your height sandwich some tall assumptions: Crying, lying, cheating, hurting. That's all we seem to do. So good.

this part really stood out to me, in terms of deepness and a real poetic feel, probably my favorite portion yet


His music hosts ghostly images boastfully posted as mostly imitating us. It's creatively sequenced legitimate expression, forced by torqued individuality sessions split in two divisional duality questions.


slick shit sir

Remember the intelligent hare and the dubious turtle. Relevant pair and the obvious curdle. Of blood. The octave notation sounds a conclave staff blunting perfect pitch. Convex snitch stone. Octagon victory prone.

loved how you turned this childhood classroom story into this epic battle to the death lol

Rule of thumb, march out-of-step to your defiant drum. Sharks will come. Chum the venom...Line the path with a lesser taken cadence. Radiance of absence. Flagrance of credence. Not clear water revival at all, but truth in actual.


powerful closer, gotta be careful how much of a ripple in the water you make



so first fuck you for writing a piece this long, ridiculous dude.. like seriously. but anyways yea this was dope, not like what i normally see around here but i like that, it gives me something fresh. i do like the abstractness of this, i get too sidetracked when writing to do something like this but if i wasn't inspired before i definitely am now. nice peace man.

[Mr. J]

I read this earlier in the week, and again just now
what makes this piece different is the way you wrote it
the way each section is branched off to work with the section its in
I feel as though that you really tapped into what you wanted to
which is great, if this was a lot more cohesive I would say more
but for the most part a majority of this is nice in thought...
keep writing