Moments

by KandjaKabamba

Published February 17, 2010

Red Jacket stalker

Her piercing, deep green eyes scorned my aura.
The questionable silence. Red passionate glance of etiquette.
The fire and sexual intention in the contrast of her hair against her body.
Melancholy is a disease for the shallow minded.
Limbo is uncharted territory. Procrastination keeps me sane.
The virgin’s head crowned above the town. She embraces her environment with a deconstructive impulse to belong in each moment.
The inconvenience in the existence of children-one day we’ll awake in this manner. I do notice that you’re noticing. Keep your eyes on mine as I rest my eyes on yours.
Nature, a fleeting electromagnetic spectrum of information.
The purest and most fruitful. She giggles. Or not.

Guitarist and Murderer

Oh Mr. Guitar man is there a reason for the strumming.
Who and or where are you without the drumming.
Aimless repetition, you play the chords to the soundtrack of my life.
I hear, you play the vision of me staring blankly into this knife.
Murder, Murder, Rush, Rush.
Tremolo, Vibrato, Strum, Strum.

End

Narrative, Narrative, Narrative and end. My life starts and ends. In-between there is a plot, a structure and end.
The climax is notable, the syntax incomparable and ends.
The visions, the lucidity, the almost predictable behaviour of this Cartesian plane can end.
The fact is that me, the character can only view me the character till the end. Looking on to this postmodern “attitude” of mine, I can’t wait until it ends.
I will then know myself, my heart, my love, a truth for a new beginning.

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Halycon
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Halycon commented Comment · Feb 23, 2010

This is an awesome poem. It flows really well which is something I struggle with and the images you use just fit together really well.

no critiques. just awesome.

Keep writing

Halycon

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KandjaKabamba commented Comment · Feb 23, 2010

I'm glad you liked it.
The inspiration is in the longing of fulfillment.
Embracing a void.

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MattJF wrote a review Review · Feb 22, 2010

The perfect word to describe this was enchanting. It really was. You drew me in and the language was beautiful. I read it twice! What inspired yo to write this? I can't really criticise this poem it was beautifully written and you should keep up the good work!

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Eraqio wrote a review Review · Feb 18, 2010

KandjaKabamba wrote:Red Jacket stalker

Her piercing, deep green eyes scorned my aura.
The questionable silence. Red passionate glance of etiquette.
The fire and sexual intention in the contrast of her hair against her body.
Melancholy is a disease for the shallow minded.
Limbo is uncharted territory. Procrastination keeps me sane.
The virgin’s head crowned above the town. She embraces her environment with a deconstructive impulse to belong in each moment.
The inconvenience in the existence of children-one day we’ll awake in this manner. I do notice that you’re noticing. Keep your eyes on mine as I rest my eyes on yours.
Nature, a fleeting electromagnetic spectrum of information.
The purest and most fruitful. She giggles. Or not.

Guitarist and Murderer

Oh Mr. Guitar man is there a reason for the strumming.
Who and or where are you without the drumming.
Aimless repetition, you play the chords to the soundtrack of my life.
I hear, you play the vision of me staring blankly into this knife.
Murder, Murder, Rush, Rush.
Tremolo, Vibrato, Strum, Strum.

End

Narrative, Narrative, Narrative and end. My life starts and ends. In-between there is a plot, a structure and end.
The climax is notable, the syntax incomparable and ends.
The visions, the lucidity, the almost predictable behaviour of this Cartesian plane can end.
The fact is that me, the character can only view me the character till the end. Looking on to this postmodern “attitude” of mine, I can’t wait until it ends.
I will then know myself, my heart, my love, a truth for a new beginning.


I saw rush and thought of the band haha.

anyways.

This was very stream of consciousness, like the 'voice' was kind of addressing every train of thought that passed it's way. It kept me going and did kind of enchant me with it's chaos, very compelling.

Very Complex language, very very good, for me.

I don't have complaints really.

I suck at grammar and spelling so I'll leave that to someone else.



The ink in which our lives are inscribed is indelible.
— Helena 'HG' Wells, Warehouse 13