MONDRIAN
so precise
&
pre-arranged
this
decisive
detailed
quest
of
the
absolute
outlined
in
black
NEO-IMPRESSIONISM
was Signac making a point
KLIMT KISS
gold blng
his thing
MUNCH SCREAM
bad dream
it seems
VINCENT VG BRUSHED PAINT
refined
it aint
intent in heart
births thought in head
ego manifests
claiming ownership
birthing delusion
rooted in ignorance
back to the heart
resting therein
in tranquil quietude
identity disappears
but consciousness exists
confronted with the truth
which is inconvenient
for the ego
we are in denial
the puppet
wants to become
the puppeteer
so what will it be
blue pill or red pill
choose
NEO SCULPTURISTA
emotional
glimpses
finger
strokes
smearing
in dynamic
gestures
swooping
twisting
scraping
stabbing
squeezing
inventive
revelatary
iconics
into shape
Arctic front just a little seems to much
A tolerance to something with no passion or no desire
To be that frozen bird on the wire
Burning purpose Burning reason
reason to plant the greatest ideas
A non-touch society bleeding out slowly
As they shape our mold
To be a force or be a commune
Starving the less prepared
Now their army they call us the metronome
Building their power forgetting humanity's moral disaster
Ambiguous though they left us no escape held hostage
Corporations traps us always fighting for food.
Panic it's out of their control
We the people
Hold all the cards
Watching the economy teeple
Expecting only handfuls to be still driving cars
I have been stuck in a black hole
searching for ammo for my soul
Searching for camo
Before gravity takes it's toll
Now it's 2066
They think home will be hit by some close encounter
Some near Earth object is eyeing annihilation
Apophis at 3.4km on 2029 sounds pretty close
Apophis Just go away we don't want you back
In shadows cast by Western might,
The System whispers, a colonial blight.
1. Shatter morals, a cultural fray,
where heritage falters, lost in dismay.
Reduced to echoes of a proud past,
souls adrift, in shadows cast.
2. Weaken currencies, neocolonial schemes,
a puppet dance where exploitation teems.
Devalue the coin, a silent decree,
as resources bleed from land to sea.
3. Stir security's storm, a tempest untamed,
colonial legacy, a history named.
With every tremor, a puppetry play,
strings pulled tight in the Western way.
The System laughs, a cold, hollow sound,
A puppeteer unseen, wearing a colonial crown.
In the dance of shadows, where control is spun,
A narrative of power, yet to be undone.
Africans chose independence,
colonizers accepted their wishes
And brought them neo-colonisation
Which looks like modern incarceration
As they have limitations of rights
Locally and internationally
Which is opposing liberty
And so called democracy.
Some people of good hearts out there,
What do you think when Africans banks
Reserves are in control of some colonisers?
As colonisers continue taking decisions
on all African matters proves the inexistence
of the African Union institution.
What is a next good move for Africa and Africans?
I can see some riots of many Africans
and chasing out some western soldiers
in different UN peace missions,
pointing them to be wars promoters
And robbers of their natural resources.
People of good hearts do you accept their claims?
In democracy we must understand
the voices of the majority,
if not... it is an imposition
which is much dictatorial.
People of good hearts don't you smell
the arrogance of some world leaders?
Where love operates,
there are no some colonizers
who dictating other leaders.
There is no so called democracy
which is neo- colonisation.
July 2nd 2023
This will be a false Haiku
because I don't have time
to finish up
Xmas tree obliges
Anyhow
why not write Neo-Grunge
jazzmataz music song poeme
In a rather quickie style
let's finish here,
I only have 12 minutes
precisely:
dirty clean grandpa
souping through the night
Plop! Hiroshima bloat
What is this strange place we find ourselves in
Trapped in the open, we are free within
Unbounded and free, despite chains on our necks
Seeing virtual shadows that we all vex
Listen to the sweet call like Neo once did
Who saw that the Architect is the id
Listen to the dove despite what it may seem
The dove outside this maze is not a dream
This iron caged world is a dream that we run
The dove’s feather is within everyone
A blood red pill, truth without dilation
A grand transition and transformation
The fissure of what is, and who will win
Within this strange place we find ourselves in
will o the wisp
in frozen moments
easy on the eye
colour&light
perceptible symbols
of
passionate sense
expressed with focus&
intensity of
'mysterious meaning'
yet
connected to reality
frozen
for a moment in time
in the 'heavens'
of
decorative delight
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
dots before the eyes*
*the most famous example https://www.artic.edu/artworks/27992/a-sunday-on-la-grande-jatte-1884
When wisdom not often the same thing,
the first letter may not be capitalized.
Endless *****homini lupus,
more than human and dragon clash.
Smelling overlord blood feud,
taxation penalty redeployed.
Create more misery,
giant trading subjugating.
Free market eliminated,
minimal state dead.
separation
luminosity
colour contrasts
in vibrant pigments
singular identity
interspersed
simultaneous mosaics
in
dreams of reality
beyond
the tangible &
immediate
in
a
synergy of senses
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
There are new thoughts
Phoenix rising
from the ashes of the old days
Neo-Amerikan philosophy
is a walk on the Wild West side
Gun-slinging strange love dimensions,
old underground frontiers freshly silo demented
It’s a new pre-emptive day
for old-gen mushroom hippies
Shooting fungi bullets up in the air
from their fissure flower guns
Dropping the mystery day psychedelic H-bombs,
watching the stealth fireworks ...
A winter glow that never fades
Neo-Amerikan philosophy
be assembling
the war hawks around the Oval table
Pass martial law,
no more congressional vote
Democracy got the hanging chad Marx rope
Trumped up national security probable cause
triggers the panic protocol
Giving the impotent Republic voters a Caesar
Apathetic dummy crash
the cracked Liberty Bell experimental car —
no more Philadelphia date freedom
Neo-Amerikan philosophy
Fourth Reich theology
New Bolshevik revised history
Pre-emptive strike,
no more Union loyal dissent
Neo-Amerikan philosophy
be Phoenix rising
Old Egyptian idolatry ways
independently witnessed by
a new summer Fourth of July
nuclear winter plumage blaze
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