Quaintly Unpretentious Conversations 4: The Predator Sound

I walked outside onto my back porch to water my basil plant and oh what did I hear, but the sound of a Predator just like from my favorite movies. I thought, "Well, that definitely doesn't sound like a frog or locust, and I'm not planning on being murdered by a semi-evil alien tonight." so back inside I went.

I told my oldest daughter, Lily, and she laughed at me for a moment, but then she said with quite a straight and serious face, "I never look outside at night because I think there will be a creature staring right back at me. Why do you think I have such a heavy curtain hanging up in my room?"

A Legacy’s Voraciousness

My birthright
Sought me rampantly
With the malignancy
Of the cursed black plague
Screeching as loudly a banshee
Blessed by four
Magnificently consecrated ravens
Under a tempestuously mystical
Monsoon’s protection
Flying mercurially in circular paths
Slightly above my house
Leaving my ablaze noumenon
Withered and maimed
As if I had been laid
Upon the Tower of London’s rack
Lacerated bit by bit
Drenched in putrefied blood
For there is no music
Upon this imprisoned Earth
That can convey this sickness
Consuming me
From our Akashic Records veracity
Oh my love,
How you have proliferated
Treachery throughout the ages
Oh lover,
How doomed you are!

For I shall shine brighter
Than a thousand suns
And when I’m done with you
Nothing shall remain
Of your petty cowardliness
That led a rebellion
Of lethiferous vengeance
To satisfy the bloodlust
Of an inexcusable maliciousness
But scorched volcanic ash
Disintegrating,
Collapsing,
Conquered
Through my vigilant paladin hands ©

Karen L. Fleming, Bound By Passion

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Quote of Extraordinary 10: Oneness of the Universe

Quote of the Extraordinary for today: “To comprehend the oneness of the universe is to fathom each intricately uniquely divine counterpart of the microcosm that unifies the macrocosm.” ©

Karen L. Fleming, Written 4.14.13, 3:15 a.m. Est. 

Love ya all, Karen 

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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