A Poem: Too Many Kisses

Today I write a poem and an essay about this art.

Too Many Kisses
Is there really such a thing?
Baci from Perugina
Besos from Barcelona
Warm soft petal kisses
melting a tough
rocky road heart
to your granite
and I, your fresnal lens
collecting lumens
bubbling...flowing
rock hard
ebb and flow
ebb and flow



Too Many Kisses by ~ravensartshack on deviantART
I am not sure what compelled me to make Too Many Kisses other than I had a kind muse.  I drew a bare bones of a sketch.  I took a photo with my nintendo dsi and used it as a sketch pad using only red and white colors.  It grew in GIMP and I added blue stripes.  I twisted my colors thinking about light traveling on my subject and the phsychological aspects to suggest movement.  I named my first image Red Hot Lips.  I wanted my image to grow.  The subject, a single pair of lips, was lonely and hungry.  I added four pairs of lips for a sense of symmetry in circle movement.  I also want to convey the sense of longing and the desire to return to that intial moment of pleasure.

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Torque to Descent (poem)

Slipping from the stiff as a board

white out that envelops her existence

the fabric of her reality unravels

spinning out of control

she makes her descent a crash landing

due to the torque on a slippery reed like surface

arpeggio legs syncopate and

fingers narrowly miss the eight-legged ballerina.

Jumping into the hypnotic pools of her Kindle

she blows the descending spider away

with her hot hurricane breath.

Fingers hit the home button

scanning the horizon for collections

hoping to see a familiar face

she selects one of her numerous zombie stories

Inside everything is black and white like a film noire

shadows populate by amorphous moans

struggling to battle fatigue

the dude drags his leg

the sweet smell of doughnuts bekon him

he sinks his teeth into the screaming pastry.

Why, where is that sound coming from?

Repulse, rachet, torque

the raspberry filled doughnut spills inky black pools on the floor.

I hope you enjoyed my spooky poem. :)

Are We There Yet? ( a poem about writing)

Are We There Yet?

Following a map

using my hopes and dreams

as a guide

the occasional markings

of frustration splatter my windshield

like fresh puree and insect wings

in those I see potential

If I could fly...

A sonorous wind

of a teasing angel

sings choral atonality

adjusting modulation

after the storm

the calm brings clarity

the beauty I see

before me

a perfection

of chiaroscuro

dark and pearly light

clouds bathe in gold rays

cummulous covers the

bare ruby mountains

antique gold ribbon

wraps my plateau

a hush

I take it all inside

Breathe.

Write.

Breathe.

How do you feel when someone asks how's your writing?

I turn beet red then I feel inspired to chisel at my writer's block. I continue writing my first novel. Frustration is part of the writing process, but eventually it will be a scifi novel.

Happy Writing! :)

Fascination

Fascination (4 DAW and VSTi)

I see it

in my dreams

my new obsession

a new arp odyssey

of sine waves

and oscillators,

my motif

of the day

browse by

the day

or by the hour

screenshots

of GUI

my new window

opens up to a new world

of reverb

raising my BPM

dynamics propell

my desire.

Plug in a virtual

instrument,

increases desire

searching

for that elusive sound

so much to learn

so little time

so much to

express with my CPU.

In the middle of writing my novel I found a new obsession: making digital music. There is a lot of software to try, learn and enjoy. If you are new to virtual instruments I recommend that you start with a DAW/ VST host. Once you have a vst host or DAW you can insert your VST i (virtual instrument/ vst plug in) in the VST host.

I tried LMMS which is a VST host and it is a wonderful software that can load in plug ins (virtual instruments), contains a sound font 2 player, song editor with piano roll, beat editor, mixer with many effects and prests. You can export your music file to .wav file.

Here are cool websites to browse for vst host and instruments.

Check out the excitement, tutorials, downloads, forums. :)

LMMS
http://lmms.sourceforge.net/

Check out freeware, free vst hosts and virtual instruments
http://www.vst4free.com/

freeware, vst hosts and vst plugins
http://www.vstplanet.com/

POEM

Poem

You recently left

emerald acres

of tethered vinyards

on rolling hills

awash in gold

that's where

I long to be

a place I put

on a pedestal

still I met you

copper stills

hidden treasure

pink gleams.

In silence I hear

you whisper.

I dedicate this poem to my dear aunt who recently passed away.

Lull a Blue Bye

Lull roams
brushes past
in quiet lace
dream scapes.

Undulating
sand dunes
in hues
of blue and gold.

Is it a calm
before the storm?
Will the rosy cheeked
lasses and lads
come frolicking
again
bringing their
poems and lore
of slain dragons
and treasures
from a distant land?
Will the cabrito
be tender roasted?

Carrying a solar lamp
a lone flicker
in this quiet realm
thick reams of
isolation
a drill of a dune...
This flicka dances
to an immortal tune
a distant but steady beat.
Blue and gold
shimmering drones
echo my soul.

Devouring Sea

Devouring Sea

Flesh rolls before my very eye.

Salt licks her sunny side eggs and his sausage bump.

Drizzling enigmatic sauce prepares to devour.

My irritating gift grows your pearl to thump.

Pouring squid ink over flesh I devour you.

Cracked you like an oyster I shuck your sea.

Crawling inside your soul I resonate your sea.

Waves of intention flood my eye.

Writhing in squid ink with flesh to devour

I find your joy stick to bump

to spank to a pulsating thump.

No peace for neurons for I crawl inside you.

Irritating sandy thoughts are my gift to you.

Welling, percolating beneath your sea,

pressing friction to fiction jolts to a thump.

Inconvenient fiction a plump figment of the eye.

Pluck, fig, tickle, bump.

Guilty thoughts on a platter: ready, aim, devour!

Warm fruits of the sea aim to devour

the soul, but an invisible umbrella shields you.

Carefully, you guard your ears from a bump

from the oscillating whispers of the sea.

Your ears like Shitake mushrooms sprout before my eye.

Stubborn edible ears don't hear my heart thump.

Dancing on your eyelashes I hear your thump.

The hours savor to devour

the briny soul before the sticky eye.

Oh, to reach the kelp tangled you.

Naked is the sea

that grinds to a bump.

Impatients bloom on a road hit a bump.

Bump and grind you to a thump.

Fruits of the sea

wait for hours to devour

the bare briny soul in you.

Sea fruits undulate a feast for the eye.

Galaxy hidden beyond my eye,

siphoning for vibrations I devour

your crunchy outer shell and you.

Dog House

Welcome in

this ain't no

Bauhaus

doghouse.

Hudibrastic

(brew ha-ha)

mastic,

nuts, bolts

you're screwed!

Shunned

shuttered expressions

warped boards

buckle my mind.

Thoughts disintegrate

in crumbling

roof shingles.

Sancho Panza

got the flue

hubris

rain

crumble

this crock

of a shack.

Stupid, stupid

thoughts dip

in acid rain

hubris

pain

crumble

this crock

of a shack.

Welcome in

dog house.

The Picnic

Root beer floats.

Children play

under the

arms of trees.

Hey, check out

that old dandy

in pressed jeans

brings his own

folding picnic tables.

Honey decks

the tables in fine

acrylic ware.

A third fires

the mesquite grill.

Sweet smoke curls

dance in the breeze

drifting by family

and friends.

Whispering wind

tickles toasted ears

with auburn tresses.

Wind whispers,"

I am here."

Find a peace

of the jigsaw puzzle.

Time to eat.

A spot remains empty,

waiting.