Post – Some Grand Purpose Act 2

Priority rulings of the initial intelligentsia utilizing Manganese raised
Traditional additions of plus ones, communal sheeps wear wolves eluding
Zygote multiplicities in placements in a displacement, carried tenses above
Brows raised in imaginative processes where mind sets determined connectivity.

We Stayed Up All Night (Instrumental) – Tourist, Ardyn

Post – Some Grand Purpose

So it was with but sombre
Mendacity that the universe
Seemed to speak to our
Duality in escapist escapades

Hubrises in your great
Achievements lifted up
As offerings, only befitting
Deities of the highest caste

How quickly did we err
On relying on collections
Of forget-me-not fleurs
Whenever I’d try to remember

The reasons for staying here,
Stored memoirs in trash bins
In negligence when we’d felt
Our responsibilities at the brim.

When was it, or who was it
That started determining
The consequences of actions
In unaltered schema freights.

It was without much stress, I confess,
Resigned in purgatory, that you’d say,
Was to conjure up some mitigated story
Of why I’m sorry for our histories on replay.

I’ll forever remember those words
You said to me, “Did you know, that
Water has memory?”, the smile upon
Your radiant face, on that soul altering day.

You’ll always have that affinity for numbers
I just pray you may find completeness
In the warm embrace of the love I swore
You sought in me, but now I see

That was just a meaningless pipe dream,
Another reality where I dared to hope
That someone could love me enough
To tell me that it wasn’t all just.

Got to Have – Flight Facilities Remix – James Curd

Their Sentences

Dot dot dot
The raindrops just
Drip unto leaflet membranes
Down to the leafy eves of leaves,
Gravity taking its course
Knowing even lamb ears would
Oft flick off waters,
Fibers soaking up, hatreds
In its manifesto manifested,
As thankful lovers would say,
“I really truly hate you
More and more each day.”
In some distant place
Beholding smoldering gazes,
Winds spiral and graze,
When they’d cursed their fate
Of grievances that existed
In passion fueled states.

Carry On – Frameworks

Airs Met ?

Nerve endings in every day simulation feelings
Inside wishing well roosts of nervous aliens ill,
Ardent save for cerebral species that rose, yes!
Bitrate searches found on earnt surfaces, no
Caustic sensory failures, only more than ok, maybe
Digits succeeding when they chose not to say.

WATER – by Gunnarsson

Writing A Progressive Poem

Dualisms en garde chivalrously wield by albino turtle cyclopes,
Ostensibly polymathic, act how the disinterested would on a tree,
Biting budding leaf salves: in between seasons/weathers, free
Forms utilizing depressive solutions to mitigate deduced
Dimorphic daemons cursing lessons without fortuity,
Oneirisms ultimately in mysticisms exceptioned through
Forestings, cuddling by flowing rivers slow, alluding once
Primarily holding goddesses, deitians that spurred signals
Towards manic colors in productivities, utopian dreams to
Quintessentially ensure nuclear futures, possibly cowering
Ethered solidities of botanies in decanters, realms tethered
To subjective constellations, in reasons for boredom, a flame.

Fear of the Water (Piano Solo) – SYML


Legendary apes fearfully, on a momentary far off planet
Build crafts with concrete and logs in natural forces, adjusting
To the winds directions, timings caressing every fold
At every crevice, furling workings on stormy waves
Still not able to follow structures that fell in altitudes,
Deigned rubrics for outcomes of alternate designs,
No matter how weathers were braved here or there,
:Countless times justified, merriment raised in blinds,
Endings surmised by their DNA, in their stupidity.

Outside – Helen Jane Long

Paths at Night

Divided plot twist endings determine dense oblique
Offenses in estranged parallels that couldn’t be found,
Pixies touch liquid cubes sending ripples undulating,
Tethered inside realms turning the wrong way, blobs
Insinuate glowing warp impossibilities in wanting to be
Natal wisp deities, still pretending stupidity wasn’t really
Truthlessly fabricated to fit a schema at their leisure,
Ungulates of the satyr giraffa genus, abhorrently loving
Hours spent under bridges, trolls sarcastically anchored,
Radiate intelligence, turning, revolted by beauties of yore.

Upon The Evening – Jonn Serrie

Impossible Mistakes

Yesteryear tsunami stimuli largely overlooked because
Literal starry grey asexual aliens could not have ever
Verified crumbling aspects, data compressed in rars,
Simulations made sped up, sent into orbit, flaring rays
Electrically swell, stun reductions choosing outcomes, yet
Comically abrasively ducking thermal nuances that both, you
Or seismically, I coolly misinterpreted all the time: “I drink
Normal quantities of water,” replies when normally out
Defining, choosing our own for every word we’d heard of.

Immer Zusammen – Spiegelstadt

Suppose They Chose Beams

Fevered, incredulous at ports, they made a sick jab
Once at a commentary about their demeanor where
Trickling tears over crafts were demeaned with err
Tawdry airs in comfortability jibing at their despair,
Omitting years in proven scurvy insanities, reductively
Ordaining their silence to have equaled apathy, that
Forceable communication was an impossibility, how is
One to ignore the wealth of experience albeit batty,
Deducing that jades were undervalued, when cheeky men
Took handfuls of misappraised jewels and costumes
Omnisciently assured, ironically omnipotently discoloring
Foldable spears, then erasing them completely, beams
Feebly holding up chaotic worlds alone with alice,
Forever wondering if this life was worth living, sick.

Wild – Hideouts