In bathe Jacuzzi trials
sciamachy weeps god
into a mulligrub.
- Heavy hello
to the amalgamated brontide unessgick.
Crows suddenly
suppressed by the mountain yolk –
you guzzle
the wrapped conglomerate evenly –
And so I began
to see myself chirping
at western chi,
alluring murk spoke
with diligent I.Q. bunkum.
The shredded angels dial 3:00am
When the nephilim exorcised
off a torso scribes
vibrating anole,
it revoked vellichor’s postpone
quidnunc aureole ten.
Everyone abruptly aquiver compassion
as some sequenespillum twinkling cigarette disjune.
The albino soiled voice bullwhipped this misrouting hug.
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Hmmm… this is particularly cryptical to me…
Agree. If I may riddle you with something.
Albino crows are the ancient evolution of hybrids who have been here after earth.
They have not been seen since 998 b.c. There return will be shortly.
Ooooh! Ok!
I like this so much Charlie. It’s really amazingly unique!
Thank you, Holly.
In my dreams mountains spoke of something arriving. A levitating red shiny glob of voices speaking verses
from a bible I have never seen before. Loud Whispers came from Television sets…weird huh? hahahaha!!!
Ses perfectly normal to me. 😊
hahaha!!! thank you. I’m glad you see my weird dreams as normal. 🙂
Wow, now I have another one to dwell on. Will be thinking on both of these poems all day. Incredibly full and cryptic work my friend 🖤🖤🖤
When I wrote this – I had a clear sense of a prophesy with these ancient albino crows
who have been amongst us dating far back as 998 b.c. It could mean they’re return in a metaphorical state
or just a hesitation of when earth will shed her first tear.
I will ponder upon your words Charlie.. Sending thoughts your way my friend..
It’s quite prophetic but deeper than even my imagination can’t seem to grip with all the information.
Whatever your interpretation you gather from this poem…I’ll be happy.
🙂 Charlie you my friend are Unique, a gift to the world.. Keep Dreaming my friend..
Excuse me while I try to decipher your genius. ❤
Take your time, Kindra.
It’s a blend of dreams being re-arranged by a call back to these albino crows who speak very ancient
and have lived among us for a long time.
No one does it like you, my friend. I love it. ❤
Thank you, Kindra. I appreciate your words and our friendship so much.
Oh, dear heart! I appreciate yours, too!
🙂 Bless you so much and have a great and wonderful weekend. 🙂
Peace and good vibes to you and yours! ❤
🙂 Thank you, Kindra. 🙂
You’re welcome. 🙂
It always strikes me how you string together these sentences, like making love with a dictionary between your legs and talking with a condom around your tongue. You make illusions disappear and aspirations appear
hahahahaha!!!! LOL!!!! Excellent description and by far the best comment I’ve ever read. hahahaha!!! My stomach was hurting of laughter when reading your awesome comment. 🙂
Well, I do love the dictionary a lot. And I’m always trying to find innovation to build world after worlds of illusion for all readers to escape and see something different from any other image.
Thank you 🙂 Much love
Charlie, you gotta help me! I’m clueless here which is nothing unusual though. 😜
The Albino crows lead to clues of their return after earth has done its job at survival.
They are ancient with abilities unlike any creature scientist have ever witness or known about.
I’ve seen them in my dreams and they exist. They protect me somehow. Crazy right? hahaha!!!
Sorry, Nandita. I just arrived here, if not I would have been happy to give you my interpretation. But since Charlie already has, have a wonderful day Oh Lovely Muse.
Introspective ….
Thank you, Ortensia.
My dreams have increase in its world I can’t even remotely grasp but I try my best to visit the Albino crows
who date back 998 b.c. They told me their return would be when earth itself ran out of sarcasm and oxygen.
As I bathed,
Centuries ago
In the murky turquoise river of
Ptolemy to Berenice,
The crows
Transformed into
Mocking Birds, and
Caesar hurled javelin into
The ultimate aureole, but
No one fell into the
Murky turquoise river.
Yet, all are punished.
All are dead.
Time is
The champion.
Caesars belly river
turned jazz
in the mist of century vacuum.
All punishment
came from the shaved tongue –
Babylon disguised
in mockery –
the age aureole;
devoured the repeat
bathed newsletters.
We’ve all felt champion
speaking like a crows reverse one eyed hands.
transform the volcano’s toes
into euphoric roars.
I love what you’ve interpret, Resa. 🙂
Interpretation is an ongoing translation of life. I need to read this again, and I am considering my response to your other poem. Words count, and I adore yours!
The symbolism of the Albino Crows – the dark omen – so perfectly timed. zzzzt || zzzzt || zzzzt
Charlie,
In South Florida, an Albino Crow is a white person
trying to be black. A white person visiting nighttime
establishments in Dark Town. Taylor Swift ?
I enjoyed the fillers between the more solid words.
You made it easy to cross the waters.
Just like at an upscale Japanese garden.
I felt like I was holding hands with Simon and Garfunkel.
I sense that you constantly want to expose your inner self.
“Hey World, it’s me Charlie and I’m more than a poet”
The secret being “STAYING FRESH”
No, No, No, you’re not alone.
A dozen light kisses.
A helping hand.
You kiddin me , well , seriously this beats me how you come up with and thought of them albino crows
Your dreams do us good lol , dream away some more while I read this more and gauge its depth. One read won’t help me , you know.
Stunning piece, Charlie. I especially like this one.
Good one Charlie.
you speak, the truth. back in bloggery after weeks of video-audio immersion — thanks for staying tuned! yr support inspires a feeble pilgrim to keep trudging (slouching?) toward whatever’s up the road yonder…
You are inimitable, Charlie
Thank you, Nat. Much appreciated. and thank you for always reading and giving me your feedback. 🙂
P.S I posted something new today. I’m back!