American dreams

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A poem done in symbolic ciphers and it is to the reader to decode for themselves what the meaning of the ciphers is. The symbols like symbols in dreams are meant to do just that put dreams into words. Dreams are what give the structure of the poem, I is a survey of America in the twenty first century and the disassembly of consciousness in the new millenium.

It is a whitman epic on a short scale

Submitted: April 05, 2007

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American Dreams 

 

 

In the esoteric flame extinguished Frigid as the flesh or a corpse melted Into time protracting decay For that is winters affliction  Where incite springs a fertile weather That freezes and our sufferings fall When spring filled joys suffer From Autumns contagious distress As the glinting embers cling To a source further substantial Pausing cautiously before conscious Errors more costly fearedThese are rank negative infections When but a myriad of oceans Fit sorrows trailing tear Invading fates of the multitudes  Now my heart throbs Oblations My marrow composed of tinder Hades subjugates our dealings. The mere ashen fear is felt widening, To expand evils consumption  Jostled by procrastination yet unpardoned By the sphere of another’s verdict Therefore shall I say I am ensnared? By two contraries in limbo Each snare a different temper, Infiltrating the akin recesses  That frees us from human bondages then love again As the flame and ice conjoin

Nestled beneath Caspian ’ s treating cavern

Where in manifold forms a coral labyrinth is sprawled

And in compartments where uninspired voids are sealed

For in sightless dreams with sterile air tames the imbedded eel

Out fourth coils such beasts from their layers in slots imbedded in the reef

The sun with silenced heisted opinions steam the artic threshold by a climate

Blue and dry and worthless basin where the whales bones clutter

Such jagged and water worn palaces

 

 Across the terraces across the chateaus of the damned intersections of spirits mythic as

Gethsemane

Dunes of death seen by the dead eye, flooded as the waters of the living with eyes

observing sinless things

 The salty crowned serpents what regimes has the hydra terrorized with marine fire Although the outcome unprofitable

Where the water dissolves and the earth then will be digested by flames

 

Either cipher or prophecy

Neither original or scene

Yet reverted this cryptic scene

 We walk open veined as we bleed

 

Whenever a defiant declaration pleads against self-restraint is a charge

Brought to incarcerate soul alone by a single verdict

 With the dullness with an infernal craving for procedure

Yet the vain keeps the incarceration by a linking action held captive by consequence

 The warden and I the cellmate share a twin prison as each eye sees its difference and tht

is the indifference of feeling

As liberty is enslaved by the absence of judgment as justice is never found in a human

breast

Yet the ventricle heeds not to the empty bosomed jury, cold in their verdict for the hatred

of such murderous feeling

 

 I am cited at the closure of a glare of such misunderstanding of nature

although I weep at the closure of a loving eye

I am wronged by my caved interpretation, although I am fluent in the shadows tongue

A warriors are those who conceded lives and unleashed a migration to life

Those icons of living smoldered death after every march

Yet their olden shame cured by the winery of time and trepidation

Ever depending on the potency of my droopiness

 The same Is the genome of my soul the ennui manipulation disfigures what I have

damasks and buried

Yet you holding me yet you are never yet ever near dearest nurse I homage you

O love The kiss of such breath murmurs an eternal ambition

 

When the dawn is stolen

When all night has broken

 Hope is our mistaken token

Then our essences are chosen

You had the sunrise

Confiscated from my earth from the newborn subordinate and with freedom less parole

A creeping threat ducks its inferior main a the roar of a thunderous lion

Or the patriarch of its cause and vanity

Which gusts out into lips moistened by a zephyr kiss with impressions and dents colored In violet shades

 

Under the cemetery of night as meteors falling from our past or future

Of remembrance and prophecy

By clearing the silt from our pasts and engross our children ’ s value

Abused by the infernal whishes of childhood unsatisfied reverie

Weights as the heated dream in its fiery crisis

While the invigorating torque of night tempts tests the strength of its radiance

Was an explanation of every gratifying commotion and all the aerial things from heaven

their eyes survey

As each part of you and each part of I are saddened projections of our own behalf

And each soul a lonesome pond stilled as neither disturbance of the water or obstruction

of a current

 As neither bird retreated gliding on mutinous wings

This basin from shallow to deepness unending

As a stranger of its medium I dive where neither morsel has yet penetrated

 Where violent fortunes spoil the liveliness of our crisis and protest against for a peaceful

movement

 O pyre of earth illumine death away from your infamy and may it not be by our hand Illumine as those or ancient sorrows

 The purity of our waters, dehydrates these years seemingly fewer

 Eroding as the piston of our century is rusts wind corrodes what held by lack of impetus

effort,

The legacies of old all admiring, the nativity of the future is a grim outset

Our hope of far and fair maturity, our nature cannot bare the burden or it ’ s hardship

 

The gavel of the fall on you youth

But our injustices will ratify

And rally against our riots to satisfy

May our aims focus the truth to live

 

To think upon the grief ’ s of youth and divided

Old the adolescence between such grievances

 In youth the innocence and wanting in dim elder seasons where the olden oak clamps to The breath of its seasons and where the living bark restricts and saves its breath and leaf

for a healthy tomorrow

Where needs correspond with the wants

Ski in the troughs of endless seeming grief there are processions and processions that

follow the conductor

 

 Neither is there a single act yet a cotillion of marches and different steps to different

conductors of trepidations

First the smallest tests the fortresses and then full flanking assaults come against the

defending fortress

We divide ourselves from severest judgment yet arr4ested by the same laws which

apprehended my blood since birth

O the wishing of a premature fetus crying when out from the womb with memory of the

secure fertility

Yet when the fertility of our needs become pregnant with responsibility the ability of the

response may enable the heart to dry from its blood pulsing socket and bones

blacken from their pearly marrow

Madness plucks the vision from sanity

All respects remain adjudged until a collateral of equal amount is found in the gavel of a

judging soul

 

Although after judging

When collateral is equaled

Then the amount found in every revelation

Produces its own revolution

 

Its seems there in recess where redundancy and idleness encircle their own natures

conscious or subconscious

Some so entrenched it is a matter of justice and vanity

 As mans knowingly intense receptivity the abysm of such dark concave recesses suspect

the reaction of their own recurrence

Neither wither in such complex ’ s or estates in the rapid dilation of life

Knowing less of their duplicative guidance compassing similar hues

Yet the recurrence of these patterns change

In that pilgrimage to being as a chameleon changing skins in outbreaks of sickened

emotion

All these duplicative cycles unceasing as the wheel of epoch and age time expending Whom  are stuck in axis,

The flurries that rutted in action, then with torque of tears, mounding

In mutinous monstrosities in every turn

 

Change remains the hub of every essence in that change and in its season

With a spoke of experience every revolution reverts to its cyclical life

As spite composes its tenor after every turn awaits it serpent

 

As if infinite rotaries where dependant on our nature as fuel,

 Sense, instinct composed of different coagulants and pollute itself

 Love being the driven, happiness being the objective and objection

As inoculation of failures breed our intent to infect defeat with its conflicting factions be

our final obstruction.

 

Either cipher or prophecy

Neither original or scene

Yet reverted this cryptic scene

We walk open veined as we bleed

 

Whenever a defiant declaration pleads against self-restraint is a charge

Brought to incarcerate soul alone by a single verdict

With the dullness with an infernal craving for procedure

Yet the vain keeps the incarceration by a linking action held captive by consequence

 The warden and I the cellmate share a twin prison as each eye sees its difference and tht

is the indifference of feeling

As liberty is enslaved by the absence of judgment as justice is never found in a human

breast

Yet the ventricle heeds not to the empty bosomed jury, cold in their verdict for the hatred

of such murderous feeling

 

I am cited at the closure of a glare of such misunderstanding of nature although

I weep at the closure of a loving eye

 I am wronged by my caved interpretation,

 

Although I am fluent in the shadows tongue

As warriors are those who conceded lives and unleashed a migration to life

 Those icons of living smoldered death after every march

Yet their olden shame cured by the winery of time and trepidation

 Ever depending on the potency of my droopiness

 The same Is the genome of my soul the ennui manipulation disfigures what I have damasks and buried

Yet you holding me yet you are never yet ever near dearest nurse

I homage you O love The kiss of such breath murmurs an eternal ambition

 

When the dawn is stolen

 When all night has broken

Hope is our mistaken token

Then our essences are chosen

 

You had the sunrise

Confiscated from my earth from the newborn subordinate and with freedom less parole

A creeping threat ducks its inferior main a the roar of a thunderous lion

Or the patriarch of its cause and vanity

 

 Under the cemetery of night as meteors falling from our past or future

Of remembrance and prophecy

 By clearing the silt from our pasts and engross our children ’ s value

Abused by the infernal whishes of childhood unsatisfied reverie

 Weights as the heated dream in its fiery crisis

While the invigorating torque of night tempts tests the strength of its radiance

 

Was an explanation of every gratifying commotion and all the aerial things from heaven

their eyes survey

As each part of you and each part of I

 Are saddened projections of our own behalf

And each soul a lonesome pond stilled as neither disturbance of the water or obstruction

of a current

 

As neither bird retreated gliding on mutinous wings

 This basin from shallow to deepness unending

As a stranger of its medium

 I dive where neither morsel has yet penetrated

 

 Where violent fortunes spoil the liveliness of our crisis and protest against for a peaceful

movement

O pyre of earth illumine death away from your infamy and may it not be by our hand Illumine as those or ancient sorrows

The purity of our waters, dehydrates these years seemingly fewer

Eroding as the piston of our century is rusts wind corrodes what held by lack of impetus

effort,

The legacies of old all admiring, the nativity of the future is a grim outset

Our hope of far and fair maturity, our nature cannot bare the burden or it ’ s hardship

The gavel of the fall on you youth But our injustices will ratify And rally against our riots

to satisfy

 May our aims focus the truth to live Out from the navel of the earth

 

To think upon the grief ’ s of youth and divided Old the adolescence between such

grievances

 In youth the innocence and wanting in dim elder seasons where the olden oak clamps to The breath of its seasons and where the living bark restricts and saves its breath and leaf

for a healthy tomorrow

Where needs correspond with the wants

Ski in the troughs of endless seeming grief there are processions and processions that

follow the conductor

Neither is there a single act yet a cotillion of marches and different steps to different

conductors of trepidations

 First the smallest tests the fortresses and then full flanking assaults come against the

defending fortress

We divide ourselves from severest judgment yet arr4ested by the same laws which

apprehended my blood since birth

O the wishing of a premature fetus crying when out from the womb with memory of the

secure fertility

 Yet when the fertility of our needs become pregnant with responsibility the ability of the

response may enable the heart to dry from its blood pulsing socket and bones

blacken from their pearly marrow

 

Madness plucks the vision from sanity

All respects remain adjudged

Until a collateral of equal

Amount is found in the gavel of a judging soul

 

Although after judging

When collateral is equaled

Then the amount found in every revelation

Produces its own revolution

 

Its seems there in recess where redundancy and idleness encircle their own natures

conscious or subconscious

Some so entrenched it is a matter of justice and vanity

As mans knowingly intense receptivity

The abysm of such dark concave recesses suspect the reaction of their own recurrence

Neither wither in such complex ’ s or estates in the rapid dilation of life

 Knowing less of their duplicative guidance compassing similar hues

Yet the recurrence of these patterns change

In that pilgrimage to being as a chameleon changing skins in outbreaks of sickened

emotion

All these duplicative cycles unceasing as the wheel of epoch and age time expending Whom stuck in axis, the flurries that rutted in action, then with torque of tears, mounding

in mutinous monstrosities in every turn

Change remains the hub of every essence in that change and in its season

With a spoke of experience every revolution reverts to its cyclical life

As spite composes its tenor after every turn awaits it serpent

As if infinite rotaries where dependant on our nature as fuel, sense, instinct composed of

different coagulants and pollute itself

  Love being the driven, happiness Being the objective and objection As inoculation of failures Breed our intent to infect  Defeat with its conflictingBe our final obstruction. That I may again tread  A road followed by a lovers throng Encumbered and distraught Soberness then soughtI revived after dying From messages of desire The rifted tune plucking An instruments thin wires Defeated anger harks The pining note in a choir Again rekindled by beloveds chronic fire  O send my place beyond all moons O transmit me beyond the starry portals  Transport me and implant my seed into heavens soil As I am weakened more then worried While the music deepens its root Shivering off all worry

 

 

I not alone devoted myself ascent of slaves

ws in living in their trust

Out from the navel of the earth

Claim nothing until what level challenged claim

Chant the square deficit of my souls lighted concave

 Those of who do claim but have not yet attainted

There is disease leaching God from every station

From earths catacombs dead times leave behind

All that was before each patenting a hospitable nation

The conceited are to flagrant to see some sin

For hell has underrated all expanse and choice and of choice

Expanding when ever flames brunt and enclose

With hellish pride in defense we call religion to beckon

Then harkens it in recompense and arrogance

My love has been stolen from the security of my breast and eyes for I am damned to

include my opinion of her

 

The voluptuous lips vanished to vapor her memory is damp and dank in brain

The tepid breath is obstructing the whisper of her tender oath I took

The treatise of loves for lovers sign in blood but now the blood tainted and poisoned

The flagging eyes stopped their shapely image, the ember-memory goes farther from its

fictive substance

The auras all around compound gloom in my eye and omnipotent gloom

The olive tones hazel eyes gleaming the nimbus contours

To discriminate nothing viewed in loves crimson sights

That shames all men is a women’s forbidden flight

Sex is tremulous when its planet is eclipsed

Estranged by the forbidden voices luscious lips

  O why has the dusky and rain drizzle on my holidays and plights into love

O cursed cupid,

O flickering flanks flipping myself into ferocity,

 

My anger shoots missile like into the dreading doubts of doom

To interact in touch or partake in meaningless ritual, while embodying confusions and

pains of the heart

 

O earth crying, mercilessly howling

The anthem of emotion is the music of pity and love that entices nothing 

O the nomads to aimless love and smudging not eyelids for a tears blotch

 

The translucent bravado that is me in whole, me in shape, your judgment in fairness but

orphaned in my yearnings zest 

The divine felt in a kiss held in the folds of a hand feeling the myriad knots in my breast

and throat

I concerned myself with only what you allowed me to withhold, every atom of every

confession without any wretched flaw

In my idle life miseries function was to deprive me of sustenance, pushing with blinding

ambition, transfixed by lust

So this now incapable bone and spine is to dual with honest anatomy fossilized in the

silence of your wink

The blink and sightless days that deadens dreams and dries the veins of loves blood

So the red pigment, which stems throughout its network and conscience calls what, I have

lost when I lost you

  The exotic tickle pulling every ecstatic flash

When sorrows tempestuous magic clashes

Love encompassing the erect and mash

O voluptuous pride creeping the unperturbed lash

O star of the muses that the dryads presage your movements unfixed in the universes

chamber

As loves consistency is not stable where nothingness and emptiness have no sympathy

Like the chemistry of society on earth spilling like titans dumbfounding ooze, void of that

all consuming station called life the giving and taking is unknown on the sphere

ooze seeping

 Men grapple with the affections in smiles

When loves talon attaches its blinding hook

Leaving ruins of those men so beguiled

Rattled to the foundations ardently shook

In natures progressing step where senses and feelings move coldly like the heartless

autocrats

O woe is the dead hearted

The clashing winds blowing decremented tasks throwing laths to some jovial beach 

The lounging of hearts onto some tender

Or gazing on the new soft fallen tear shed from upon melancholies rocky bars

 

The soul once infinite now finite the change of the unchangeable occurred some stain on

the toga of my misery

Or the stallion like zodiacs galloping across the ventricles of space 

The heart of God beating and blooming the universe

To feel eternities soft petals and watch for some unraveling of heart or lovers quarantined

limit 

To cherish O measureless breath

To hearken and swoon a life of broken love until death 

I take you in dear oath

 The quarrels the sport the reward eloquence

Beauties flawless crease is at loves quintessence

When tomorrow ceases its sober pains

Then sorrow completes again its ordered strains

 All tender enchantment have faded and reticulated and passing

For I wonder deeper into her azure twilight O sun of my affection

You enkindle the orbed dew clinging to the brush hair of the world failing to perspire

before the dove’s early song

Entrapped in the fiery dungeon of the East the fog and billowing cloud invades the turbid

nostril of my own dissolve,

For without you I dissolve and quicken in my grief to melt my cheek with mercury tears,

From the dooryard sprigs, roses and lilacs I filing for the death of you in my heart

I choke after I kiss flora and detest fauna for her passive nature

Now we will not know the bliss that would have come in our destiny for our destiny has

already come and so not meant to last I suffice myself,

Resulting and reasoning our season was over before the haul of months

 

After closure the hermit with his lilacs and roses picks only the rose and discards the lilac

sprigs and petals.

The closure has come and my haunted mind creeps from the crag of sleep and welcomes

noon

The lovers spring

 What can I resist what the nimbus fangled

When lust and flesh all intermingles

As the congruent fields each different tangles

The feelings indifferent person to person is singled

I call for some beacon of dalliance but such a hope is an omen that lushly eases sleep to

awareness of the world

Send a smoke signal or radio blurb to ease the enigmatic faith which is now the less

To feel again the silken threshold where bonded fingers forge a covenant, personal strains

more fantastic then pent rivers 

This ritual is more sacred then the true source of lust

This virgin caress and hue bridging love into affection whose shape broken and abstract 

a distortion of what was round and plain

Chorals are immanent and innate, like the very nature of love itself clashes

Scatter no deep thoughts and ebullient inklings impressed by grace

More the greatest then to plunder the copious and piety so is the lovers deity and dogma

of the passionate

To exhilarate to more increase then price paid the souls clerk charges only the price of

dedication to love

 To disdain loves nightingale

Is to abandon all ship and sail

Do its Diasporas slither to a snail

To never cease to yearn is loves own fail 

When the trial of these bleak hopes hangs by its faith if none then hope is forever gone

The lover faded from the sterile brainwash makes us dreamless;

 

Imagination is given its elegy, and abstract epitaph 

Still each is a psalm, prayer and practice until my cleaved breast has scabbed

For the madness of love drives humanity to the exile of deep breaths, in air healing with a

lucent repair

O the bondage of this I have walking in this body senses no easy recess

Stiving in vain for the shapeless and faceless phantom  haunting my dreams already

ghoul natured

O damn this stifling strife and tyrants plight the demonic flight of captive solitude

Restless in behavior tired of candor speaking

Half availed the other veiled all the views obscure our confessions down to the plaintive

and miserable feelings

The dreaded search leaving the lover without sleep and deeper into madness the pilgrim

passes from passion but always questing only the past

As a prodigal enigma foretells the humming future in personal prophecies the eye eludes

appearances not right neither wrong but to stumble on such discoveries is no

mindless prowl of the accident

Before loves tragedy the innocence is encaged but after love the cage is debarred and

sheets of that innocence are stained with blood after the rape

Thronging the person with turbulent grief a heart singing to melancholies moaning

O the wallowing tears the eyes see through the transparent offerings so that the rebirth

has its baptismal waters

The sourness, bitterness of eye and taste kisses what is muted from its deeming fathom

Let the pining never stray and soak in following days the love that strengthens and is

unconditional making for a happy triune of the self

So is it the lover I love or the beloved

 

 O aching are the partings from my lovers excursion

The seductive charm of infatuated manner

Develops after the nativity of the first incursion

Was set its flag of passions natural bewitching banner

Enshrouding me, propounding me, compounding what I see

 Dead love is as dark matter enciphered in the heart for its traces piece together a apathy,

a nothingness, a sub existence

 

How ever living love blasts fourth in multitudes of heated life and articles strange

When the pulse is rolling through sulphurous seasons filling humanity with its light

There are dead-pulsing souls black and deserted evaporating every liqu9id beam into its

vortex

The rotted sun implodes and consumes all time and those things that matter and have

matter-digesting sorrows friendless star

Therefore disbanding from happiness and that which is our macrocosms center

When the drowsy planets kiss or engage with Saturn’s promising rings, to the divine

number seven times the love

 

Perhaps by chance seven lives of love if not then infatuation

Dead love has no inquisitive delight but a violent end infinite as Hells capacity

For the fire fades its inferno, fetched from the stellar oblation

There is no emulation given for those diverted and drowned in thee timeless dimensions

But I neither profess nor condemn you but urge to love moderately then you shall love

long

To love in spasm is to retard love and all its lineaments and elements

Let those primordial coals fade when the elemental tears in showers fall

Therefore the climates of love incardinate are based on the tracking of our suns vanity 

  Pensive are you o soul  when falling  

The world dies cause destined rightly following

For the living are now the dead

Happily the only living the only real decision

To become rather then simply be

And I no apparition I in the world am a citizen

The bosom serpent in me pensively faltering

The bosom pensive serpent coiling my faults

The dividing fold of a trinity a fold

Those unfaltering folds of intelligence

It is the nature of sustenance to act soul on the nativity of obedience the accordance is of

later stages 

On each stage on each of the seven portals on each of the Ten Commandments all done

alert of undertaking 

For all those creed freed fed by the very essences of water and food but the land is not a

nutrition for the fish

But each clinging to life’s essence which is water

These unabridged species performing without the stage where vigorous desires flounce 

Into no other favor then the served does the servant then lust when in ecstasy

Therefore purely unbounded and freed from the earthly manacles

However flouncing, frolicking, flexing in their own submission to what earths nature

counters the slave into the chains freedom makes the slaves choose,

Far differing are men from the animals carnally instinct and as the stone without

consciousness strictly behaving

When the conscious stone if conscious then chooses to fall and not behaving to the nature

by which it was rolled

Animals only obligated to their instinct and sense

O this perjury rails ignorant men from their tracks 

The divine receipt of sense and conscious

Half angel half beast the beast leaves at death

The bosom serpent of the soul bound the animal to its evolving waters and primordial

stuff

The spirit inhaling dust and exhaling mud

Existence and Perdition, Assimilation, dissemination, infusion and diffusion , contracting

expansion, profusion and diffusion, living and dieing, breath and gasp evil, good

all in constant war

Therefore whose lust interferes from what is necessity rather then desert then is a 

subvert to themselves and eats with the wolves

So in tango, always limbo until death the sons of God struggle pensively, the faithless

falter 

 

A man willful to himself is not only a confluence to himself

But makes a conflagration of the world

Those bringing water for the soul freezes that flame

The unreeling canopy conceals the element and substantiates

The eternal wire to circuits ever reviving its battery

O ever exhilarated faith chevron of my love

Speaking not to rejuvenate myself

The secret phantom desires of my passions

Tableaus lock not the gates to my eternal song the celestial carrel reverberating the

self’s chant

To see myriads of faults encloses everyone’s opinion and dissolves as they demean each

with a imperfection

For there is a perfection stretching short in each

But the positive flattery given to those imperfect for seen as a perfection that love is a

mirror to each and everyone

 

O wills choices perilous waters embody a treasure

In choice Neptune’s anthem sets afloat the perils of that treasure

For the water is the endless fathomed hell

O the water is also the deepest fathomed heaven

The hypocrisy of choice through out the world exceeds man 

All the venomous words of this earth wish to end all things when in action

Ever since retribution and revenge trotted through choice and thought it manifests as

diseases in living bodies

As the dead resurrecting again the issues which killed them off yet life is ever visible still

in the end 

Action is driven by ourselves since choice has been ordained and discovered reaction

follows

For it is the physic that drives us to our directions under our own control

 

To what is the world them if all are tempered to a coil

And react in a spring the mortal coils or nature

We lie as beasts to rest even in our faint senseless and dazed alive one second dead the

hour next

Orbit not then we do with the stars or planets or dust from them even though we are all

these things 

So why not revolve to evolve 

        Diminished famished for consumingWhat we claim intimately aloneWe substantiate the ungratifying woesAnd pains by submitting to them Each action a filament each reaction the fireFor without the fuel even persistenceWithout love kills the whole emberFor the unloving spark distract The fuel from the fireYet let not dreams be the bridgeTo reality for sense brings much to illusionBoth to reality and dream for senses Tell that these choices these circumstancesThese parallels apply no wing to realityBut to think and feel the spirit then the dreamReveals its fiction for you thinking Is yourself blatant of choiceSo you choose to dreamFor what you think you are delusionOr reality fantasy or actuality is your choiceWhatever your choice deter, hampers, hinders othersUnto the shards of our world   


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