Poetry: Selections from Gia Rose
When the filter of obscurity captures our strange patterns
Our molecules will vibrate in raw tantric motion
As we gyrate into the primeval jungle of obscured glances intertwined with collateral movement
Effervescent struggle met with prodigious abundance
We’re all poets flesh and blood crying for a lucid beginning
In the trapeze circus universe
The rooms expand to seismic breath
Shrinking and growing, posters of the desert climb.
Mystic cuckoo
The bloom of Immortal marvels
Debonair accomplice
Calcination of the self
As quicksilver conjunction & atomic coagulation conjoin
Inter-dimensional insights
Woo w/ Clear gut sensorium
No more brick wall of angst
Show us the technicolor rainforest
Realize all we are is infinite hunger
The void of endless want
silhouettes of play and rage
Bewildered profusely in valentine haze
We’re flesh comedies of taboos, totems, ceremonies, talents, genius, ugliness, fetid decisions, and beautiful instance.
We’ll always be Juggernauts of the abstract
Outlandish & attacked by cyclops satire
Oracles of the red hot night meshed w hallucinogenic familiarity
Cerebral dreams
Wedded by native curiosity
Expanding the holy unconscious
Making Dionysian angels out of cheap punks like us.
Now feral storms festering in blazing synergy
Lend your experimental eyes to the door on the other side.
We’re escaping the real, flashing brilliance & apocalypse , heathen minds caught on the veil , the veil of psychedelia.
You deem you’ll live long and dominate jackpot luck, praying over a slow dying art But your pocket bowels are desolate from money starvation
Your limbs are heavy from rootless exposure
Into the fetal position of barbecue sacrifice
Numbskull executives spew meritless debris
They think busting our asses
Is what legitimately breeds a flag masturbating American
They want the holy haired cherubs to flush leisure from their eyes
trading blood, sweat, and tears to reap the conceited red, white & blue I don’t want it and I never have
This is not the way to languid grace
You can return the product to the lungless cocksuckers
The receiver is absent
I want music, mad music to carve out my insides and serve them on a rusted platter I’ve never sucked from a silver spoon
And dirt cheap tastes so damn sweet
Noble cacophony
Fresh Land, infant Spirit
Warriors eminently spellbound
Storms of silver galvanism
Led adrift by glacier gowns
Nordic omens painted
in the Shaman’s apparition clouds
Laden hearts abound, ever exuberant Asgard
Messengers hugin, munin deliver the present
Valiant Valkyries, born of Odin’s violent dawn, ornate their ghostly strength in raconteur’s hubris. Sail the gusts of seismic tumult, offer of the balmy evening
We erect the notions of earthly delirium
Feral Berserkers under Norse nirvana
Rabid bearskin bodies undulating heroic prophecies
The trance of a million icy regions
Strange imitation of burly- sullen beasts
Psychological battles, instinctual beguiling,
egalitarian in instance, intoxicating vigorous unconsciousness,
Ransom on the stoned soul
Vikings Impassioned by crystal invasion,
The Sagas announce barefoot atrocities,
sinned w/ epoch frozen brutes,
Myths of thunder,
wolf jötnar,
Skaldic goddess gloss the guileless phantasm,
Back down over the mystic falls
Back down over the Icelandic avalanche
Antagonist & all
Curiously witness sigils of the languid cold moon
Völuspá
Sinuous, Seeress your verdant streams of foretelling lead the extraterrestrial rebellion Begin the hallucinogenic seance
Evolve the medieval aphrodisiac
Sorceress of feline prowess, cunning serpent provoke the ritual hour, Frosted meadows & impotent banquets,
Let tribulation vanish, let creation angelically scream,
Pour honor in our booze, and bliss in our alchemical copulations
We of amethyst pleasure & azure belief,
In the polar frosted morning we’ll marvel at the runic configurations established for adorned obscurity, and gallivant alive & golden, aviated in euphonious reckoning.
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