Sunday, February 10, 2013

Orgiastic Smoothering from Through the Silent Caldera

Valentines Day is once again knocking at the doors of our souls whispering rather gently, “Love is here. Let me in dear.”

As precariously reckless as Cupid has always been he grasps the almighty wisdom that everyone must have love in their lives to survive and even pricks himself with his own mystical love laced arrow. Love is the greatest magic ever birthed into existence by the divine. We should all strive to love one another not only on Valentines Day, but each and every day of our lives; for if we blunder to embrace rapture’s flame we have failed to achieve our true transcendental nature. Enjoy.

Love ya all, Karen
 

Orgiastic Smothering

Encounter me instantaneously
While you still have the occasion
Adore me
For this solitary significance
And don't you dare
Disregard this fire
For this rhapsody may never
Taste this delicious again

Grasp for me
As though I may lapse
Within a second
Don't flee
To hide from your ravenous appetite
For you may never witness
Such distinct powers like mine again

Penetrate me
As you have coveted
And I vow,
I will not cower from you
Empty your essence into mine
Permitting me cautiously
To caress your flesh
That you so defiantly solicit
As a safe refuge
Overwhelm me
As I triumph over you. ©

Karen L. Fleming, Through the Silent Caldera


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Monday, January 21, 2013

Quaintly Unpretentious Conversations 1: Blazing Magnetar

Here is the new series I created for all those wonderful little conversations that I never want to forget. Enjoy everyone.

Love ya all, Karen
“You live your life as if you’re going to live a thousand years.” his voice whispered in my ear.
I replied to Middle Eastern spirit that I knew so well, “Yes, but you my dear blazed as brightly as a magnetar and when you failed to notice the deceptive fates that you trusted so emphatically blew your candle out.” © 12.29.12, 5:07 p.m. Est.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Never Have Writer's Block Again!

I began thinking at the beginning of the year how I could give back to everyone who reads my poetry and watches my videos, and I it occurred to me the best gift I could possibly share with everyone was how to never have writer's block again. I haven't had writer's block in eighteen years, and I thought I would share the incredible quote that changed my life in my early twenties. Enjoy everyone.

Love ya all, Karen

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Saturday, January 12, 2013

Carousing Esotericism

Blood the courier of our vitality
Hence without conjecture
Flows an aphonic discourse
Into a perfectly architectured heart

An equivalently consecutive embodiment
That swirled and contorted its path
Through the thick merriment
Of Jack Daniel’s Whiskey Eggnog,
Russia’s Smirnoff twenty-one,
And of course
Mexico’s enchanting Kahlua
Considerable months before
During such
An insidiously vivacious season

Just a simply elegant recipe
Concocted
On an charismatic night
Of archaic impenetrability
Capturing
The ambiguous immortals of lore
Embracing the deities within
An immaculate dance of divinity’s poetry ©

Karen L. Fleming



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Sunday, December 23, 2012

Quotes of the Extraordinary 9: Amaranthine Possibilities

I can't say there was time in my life where my dreams were not an elaborate guidance system that was taking me far beyond this world. The person that always keeps an extra eye on me day or night regardless of whether he is awake or asleep or so very far away from me always ask me the relevant questions when I awake; even when I disregard the importance of it all. "My love are you ok? What were you dreaming about?" he consistently asks me with such a loving caution knowing that perhaps I will not answer him at all.

Visions and dreams in reality are made up of the same consciousness we all breathe, but some of us embrace this existence with an abandon that is so different from what is shoved down society’s throat because it is the only truth that is actually real. I honestly believe that if everyone’s third eye was opened our world would be a much better place, and that brings us to the Quote of the Extraordinary of the day.

There are infinite possibilities and all events present, past, and the future are happening all at once. The universes are in fact layered upon one another as a stack of pancakes dripping in maple syrup and natural butter; hence, that is why we have the overlapping of the multiverses. As abstract as this description is of the multiverses, you will understand yourself when you stand at the edge of a vortex that is constantly changing.
“The amaranthine possibilities weaving throughout my subliminal mind causes time distortions blatantly invoking his effigy from my antediluvian history.” © 12.23.12, 10:32 p.m. Est.
Love ya all, Karen 

Monday, December 17, 2012

Quotes of the Extraordinary 8: Pulsating Singularity

Hello everyone. It is in fact time again for a new quote from my series Quotes of the Extraordinary. Have you ever experienced a dream where you time traveled throughout the cosmos to given a small bit of important information that you knew with a doubt you must recall upon those first brief moments when your eyes suddenly snapped open?

I have moments like this quite often, but this particular day I awoke and couldn’t remember what in the world I had learned; so, until my memory regains this bit of obscure knowledge I’ve written a quote to remind me. I’m quite sure my consciousness will be excavating the catacombs of my mind searching for the treasure I lost.
"The inertly minute singularity pulsating through a fracture in the macrocosm is perhaps the most significant." © 12.15.12, 9:27 a.m. Est.
Love ya all, Karen 


Monday, November 12, 2012

Disregarding My Etiquette, Through the Silent Caldera

Since I've been asked in the past if I write darker poetry I decided to upload a very dismal poem that I wrote regarding a horrible Thanksgiving I had years ago called Disregarding My Etiquette; so, for all the morbid souls that inhabit the Earth enjoy.

If you're new to my blog here is what my book Through the Silent Caldera is about: Through the Silent Caldera is an autobiographical poetic synopsis of my life through the age of twenty-three years old. It encompasses every aspect of life with an extraordinary passion of poetic luminosity which includes: love, divorce, family, spirituality, death, and renewal.


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Love ya all, Karen


Disregarding My Etiquette

Acquired I am
Abstruse in your inventions of credentials
Via this fanatically undiminished litigation
Coercion
You testified as devoted adoration
Ensnared me

Gaited persistently with elegance
You perpetually did
Deprivation squandered me to ponder
My avowed significance
Despondency
Scorched me successively
Beyond your mortified confessions

It's an observable duration
One more ritualistic celebration
Thanksgiving
No turkey was perceivable
Nor was an evergreen for the mirthful season
The repercussions of my gratuity
For my decorous demeanor
Was a trifle saucer of reluctant leftovers

Well,
Pardon me my beloved sir
Will you perpetually sanction me
To this dungeon of staggering cynicism?
Because to dishonor me

Renders my amusement ©

Karen L. Fleming


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