TRAZOMMOZART

The huge sound
electrifies me
as the music erupts
in the glory of the moment

I abandon myself
to the charging waves of sound
surrendering to genius
not trying to guess
where he will take me
tumbling after him
like a fish
in a mountain stream

The music
speakes to me
telling me: you are so little
you have nothing to fear

And yet I know now
that I am at the very heart
of all
I am both unimportant
and entirely involved
in the crescendo of notes

My experiences have not after all
been random

Just as the melting harmony
is finding its way back
to the home key
so for me too
there is a plan unfolding
and my task is to travel my road
to the end

I too have longed
for glory
I am the hero of an adventure story
but I am not the author
and as the haunting melody
penetrates the spiral of my cochleas
I follow it
tugged by the fragile skein
of liquid sound
up into a high and far empyrean
where simple beauty floods
my senses

I am ravished by the sound and
while such beauty possesses me
nothing hurtful
can come to pass
as I listen and grow
in power and lightness
as I expand to the size of clouds
to become as vast and empty
as the sky
I see at last what has been happening to me
in the course of my strange journey

There are more rooms in my house
than I inhabit

The divine spirit made flesh
the ineffable force of music
my fears and longings
my memories
all the matter of my mind
and the edifices of my dreams
all things visible and invisible
are taking off
with sound

I am awakening
I have more power than I ever knew
I am on my own
forgive me



OTHER POEMS...


Exception

Engulfment

Rearview

Descent

Setting the scene

Superstition brings bad luck

Ctrl+Alt+Del

No, perhaps not

Residual order

Contrapasso

Ashtray

Alcoholic accordion

End season

Uncoiling spiral

First World

Ultimate reassurance

Figment

Bay of Naples

Rotting Fowl

Dried up

Words in music

Celtic heather

Émigré

Contrast

Hopeful linearity

Heat seeker

Fathering stars

TrazommozarT

SPECULAte

Wishing a bridge

Bibliomachy

Avian sleep

Borgesian

L.U.C.A.

Cosmic Surplus

Choosing the Edge

Kissing shock

Quantum Superimposition

Middle Stance

Blade inward

Germinate

Throw

Infant Chant

I can't seem to find my way

Night verses

Respond

Gusts

Enema Blues

Pagis page

Insurgence

Sikelia Aetna

My journey

Only

Body odours

Applebud

Simile

Another You

Impalpable

Possibility

Íkaros envisioning

Cups

Prickly Magnet

Reversion

Cortège

Almost the same

Vast Colonies

Forked painting

Seeding

Wastage

Epitaph

Fear List & Nightmares
[restricted +18]

Vampyrus


Waterhouse"s Roses

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Daubmir"s Rose


MAY

I

BREAK

YOUR

HEART

TONIGHT?


Rose Noire


The
Infinite
Divisibility
Of
Being
Where
Nothing
Is
Really
Connected
To
Anything
Else
Except
By
Language
As
You
Can
Always
Split
AtomoV
Into
Other
Levels
Of
Division
Down
To
Quarks
And
Electrons
And
More
And
No
One
Really
Knows
Anything
Very
Important...
Yet

Three Graces, by M Parkes - click to enlarge
Nothing fascinates me more
than the expanded reflection
of my spirit


What

Came

Before

The

Beginning

And

What

Will

Happen

After

The

End?



La Rose Noire de Daubmir


Not

only

is

nothing

good

or

ill

but

thinking

makes

it

so,

but

nothing

is

at

all,

except

in

so

far

as

thinking

has

made

it

so.

~ Samuel Butler ~