WordsSingularly, they are meaningless.
But united, they weave beautiful art. Evocative images.
And meaning?
Meaning is just an added bonus.
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The RiverIt’s dark down here, buried deep within the watery depths that echo with the empty voices of forgotten souls. I can hear them, screaming, an agonizingly painful cry that speaks of imminent death and perpetual life; they are trapped inside this vacuous abyss, the grey suffocating river that isn’t life, that isn’t death, but lingers as a shallow, futile, lost existence. We are held, as one, in the cold slimy hands of cyclical time; a labyrinth of unified souls draped in the crystal webs of this single psyche. The questions float through the static stream: How? What? Why? My formless mind is sightlThe River
by ~Loren77
Solitude's SongAs the light is broken with the music of tinkling birds And the whisper of quivering leaves We are empty But for the silent self and primitive life That stirs 'neath shuttered eyelids And peaceful minds. As shards of gold trickle endlessly through the glass Of still being and limitless existence A fragile fugue of wordless thought and lucid emotion Lifts the song of elevated existence to the divine. We are but listless souls and wholesome lives Before the smoke and dust and swirling mist Of stormy vision and faceless deceitSolitude's Song
Leaps from the corner and rattles the scu
by ~Loren77
Water GlassA crystal glass. Empty space filled with lucid liquid. A night sky void of darkness. Limitless galaxies clinging to a warped and gleaming cell. Formless shape. Angels’ breath adorns beneath the still, frozen ripples. Lucent, imperceptible ambience.Water Glass
by ~Loren77
The Dream CafeSmooth rhythm flows, And a river of muse Ripples across the pensive souls, That absorb the muttering beat like Newly experiencing minds capture the world. Words and images drift Through the luminescent glow, and the purple haze Of the tang and musk of plumes of smoke, Curl and waft, and cloud vision and disposition. Murmuring voices hum, philosophizing and exchanging expression, And a gypsy lady glitters in a lonely corner, Soaking in the listless and meditative ambience Of stimulated delirium And surreal veracity. Sleepless storytellers, mystic sages, introspThe Dream Cafe
by ~Loren77
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stardustin dreams I have seen things wondrous and traveled far beyond my breach I have witnessed births of stars and berths at sea watched unfold scenes from panted dreams and landscapes never once to touch the artist brush and ever in these dreams by my side there is youstardust
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