Quaintly Unpretentious Conversations 3: Marvelously Contorted

My computer crashed, flat lining in the middle of constructing the poem Mephistopheles’s Halcyon. I rebooted as quickly as I could writing down all the adjustments I had made on an old envelope to my new masterpiece emerging. Iblis said quite annoyed, “It’s not fair you can write about me this way.”

I replied almost laughing, “Fine… I’ll add marvelously to the contorted to the poem. Love, light, and blessings to you.” lol

He then quite conveniently scurried away to his own lifeless realm of tenebrosity. ©

Written, 1:25 a.m. Est., 3.19.13

Mephistopheles’s Halcyon

Oh yes,
I met the marvelously contorted
Astutely gnarled dilapidated Iblis
Just a decrepit primordial hysteria
Incorporated quite conveniently
In the atramentous density
Of anemically corrupted souls
Occasionally assimilating
An obscenely satirical configuration
A monstrosity
Of an exhaustibly senile psychology
Ensnared in a bastille of mythology
Significantly expunged
From the buoyancy of humanity 

Sanguine optimism
The undeniable elixir
Impregnating
The utmost sovereign rhapsody
Perpetually unleashed upon the cosmos
Euphoric blessedness
The defining juncture
Of our anointed existence
Never to be revoked by any entity

Ah Mephistopheles
What a squander
Of cataclysmic vehemence you are
Surrender benevolently
Your abhorrent encumbrances of quietus
That you broadcast so boisterously
To asphyxiate without a sound
While I disentangle the virtuously marred
Submersed in your chaotically repugnant abyss ©

Karen L. Fleming, Brilliance Rains

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Quaintly Unpretentious Conversations 2: Idiosyncratic Phenomenon

Yesterday while we were driving through Alpharetta, Georgia there was a time slip at Wills Park about 9:15 a.m. Eastern Standard Time. Lily said as we drove by, "Mom, the wooden park is gone, it looks like they are building a baseball field."

I said, "Really... that sucks. Where are the children going to play?"

When we drove back by a few hours later I said, “Lillian the wooden park is right there. Are you sure it wasn’t there earlier?”

Lillian replied in a bit of a huff, “Yes Mom, I’m sure.”

I asked Brianna if she had saw the park missing and she said, "Yes."

Then without thinking I blurted out, “I wonder who time traveled here.”

Lily said quite aggravated, “I don’t want to know.”

I’m never really surprised any more at how strange our world really is, but what does astound me is that that most people rarely notice anything out of sync. Apparently, bizarre time slips are a foot in our universe, which many scientist have attributed to people time traveling. There have also been many whistle blowers claiming the United States has had  their manipulative time altering hands on time travel technology since the 1970's.

The next time this happens I am slamming on brakes and taking video footage, because this is actually the second time the girls and I have experience such a profoundly idiosyncratic phenomenon.

Written: 2.12.13, 2:00 a.m. Est.
 
Love ya all, Karen

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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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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.

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

http://youtu.be/pDoP0KRgorc

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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