Affect Poem by Riano Harp
Affect
Atomically malnourished, exiling self-recognition
To a symbol carved in time, the co-ordinated
Drunk becomes in the lost through fixing a shoot-up
By making firecrackers from bonds broken into rings without circumference.
All else falters, rain dashes in the snow.
Twighlight's stubble impresses the outer-edge
Of the lake we sit beside, making it seem like a hearth.
Luckily, the spark igniting a memory of Dawn to a Soul
Transcends cavities of self-recognition pulling me closer under your spell.
At once, before ripples fade to sweet melodies and hospital beds,
After the mutilated soldiers engulf the yellow forest we once mocked
For being our home with shadows and fire, the heckle of claps made
By hands spun too hard on a colourless clock smudges our peripheral
With ideals of solitude and fore-thought expectation.
And the war ensues, the debt increases, the victory bleeds
In the nude as nothing else is heard but the prelude
Chanting out naivety's of nativism, swallowing bitterness before
It's brewed. All else swivels into dust as an atom creates
An object of sacrifice before light can be construed.
Atomically malnourished, exiling self-recognition
To a symbol carved in time, the co-ordinated
Drunk becomes in the lost through fixing a shoot-up
By making firecrackers from bonds broken into rings without circumference.
A Character Form (?)which is the start to the afc, the rest are v's, double-vision of a skyline and the pride of sisyphus. I'm excited to finish and 'escape' the drudgery of confounding the basic torture of a poet, I'm glad to introduce to myself and the age a True New Expression -I believe rope-burnt hands are the only product of repentance so I'm happy to finally be rid of the prickly blanket of childhood depression...- into a new one- ... which is always submerged in 'adulthood'. I will, from the previous 'missed' opportunities, actualisea bona fide key made from the other keys collected in march last year, may, august, november etc. etc. as well as the Primary Destiny Visions which have shown me the composition of future reality and liberation.I am not necessarily 'entering' a new stage for the stage I'm 'leaving' is really the sense of reality creating a specific conflict in my soul which has been ever present and constant which I have no use for anymore, shown in poems which are created from what I consider an egotistical weakness. Most but not all poems I've shared on the internet have been of this nature but I haven't shared pieces that I consider matter, in some way, which I've been writing since I was fifteen because I want to save them for the piece I hope to release in 2020-2022. All the poems here have really been a joke, written spontaneously or out of the sheer idealism of motion, but also from the odd craving of self-destruction which seeks beauty without remorse.Also, they're the bouts of child-like tantrums caused from existential torsions, such as how we live in a simulation and how It's only me, alone, in the universe...
Although, they'll be used as the ebonic mitra for Sola Virum. So far anyway.
This poem itself was written in about 20 mins and it is an encapsulation of the spontaneous reaction of relative melancholy instigated by the moments after 'returning' from bliss. This is the root of the desire to sanctify a moment of realisation by planning it, thus the poem is a picture-frame ballad of the irony produced between the two, and the pain carried by this Character Form for willing itself to experience it.
However, I may share the 'blueprints' of corresponding for a state of 'transcendence' as well as how to manifest and create, not only forms, but actual 'trips' from the 'collective unconscious' which I consider to be the collective data within the holographic universe IF humanity needs it for it will be the true catalyst to ignite the rapid evolution of consciousness. Oh, this is also another factor which breed the outline of the poem, the lake appearing as a hearth.
However, I've wanted to save this for the work I'm doing as it fits perfectly and is in full...affect... if one reads it the first time in that form.
We'll see when I see you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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