Tag Archives: Poetry

Out of Eye, Two Butterflies

15 Jul

For any active readers out there, the title is a reference to a dream of mine last week.

The featured BeMused by Design graphic is the supplementary mandala icon in tandem with the following BeMused haiku mantra:

Eye of Compassion–

Peer inside explanations,

apologize once.


Start Believing in What I Know

19 May

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11 May

Easter Egg & Egg Creation Myths, Newall

Egg Decorated with Hutzul Ribbon

Homeric Cosmogeny

The first recorded reference to a world egg occurs in an Egyptian papyrus of the New Kingdom Petosiris:

0 Egg of the water, source of the earth, product of the Eight, great in heaven and great, in the underworld, dweller in the thicket, chief of the Isle of the Lake of the Two Knives, I came forth with thee from the water; I came forth with thee from thy rest.

Egyptologists have not decided to whom this text refers. Probably it is Thoth, the god of the moon, who appeared in the form of an ibis, and who is described variously in different legends both as having hatched the world egg at Hermopolis, and as having emerged from the egg himself . Petosiris, the priest of Hermopolis, records that:

Part of the Egg was buried in this place, and here were found all beings who came forth from the Egg.

Various Egyptian deities are associated with the egg. An allusion to the Sun God Rah reads:

0 Rah in his egg, who beams in his disk, rises above his horizon, shapes himself with his own metalmgT he sun itself is “The solar eye, an egg to which is given life among them.”

Elsewhere we find:

It was made against those of your retinue, on account of the wish of the spirits that are there, for not letting the breaths be inhaled except by the Great and August God who is in his egg. I come to thee and I am at thy service.

This ancient idea of a primeval egg which hatched the sun god occurs frequently; the sun myth took various forms in Egyptian thought. In one representation the sun is an egg, laid daily by the celestial goose Seb, the god of the earth. From this egg was born the Phoenix, symbol of the sun.12 Thus, in The Book of the Dead, the deceased says:

Hail, thou god Tem, grant unto me the sweet breath which dwelleth in thy nostrils. I am the Egg which is in the Great Cackler, and I watch and guard that mighty thing which hath come into being, wherewith the god Seb hath opened the earth.

Khnum, a god of creation, whose name signifies “The Moulder,” formed the world egg, as though from a lump of clay on his potter’s wheel. In ancient drawings we also find Ptah of Memphis seated on his throne. The Chandogya Upanishad describes the original act of creation as the breaking of an egg in two pieces : The Sun is Brahma-this is the teaching. A further explanation thereof (is as follows).

In the beginning this world was merely non-being. It was existent. It developed. It turned into an egg. It lay for the period of a year. It was split asunder. One of the two egg-shell parts became silver, one gold. That which was of silver is this earth. That which was of gold is the sky . . . Now what was born therefrom is yonder sun. When it was born shouts and hurrahs; all beings and all desires rose up toward it . . . He who, knowing it thus, reverences the sun ashrahma.

In Hindu mythology hirazyagmbha, the golden world egg, appears in a bewildering variety of forms, according to different traditions:

The restless, darting fish, at fall of evening,

Seeks where he may his refuge in the waters,

His nest the egg-born seeks, their stall the cattle;

Each in his place, the god divides the creatures.

These lines refer to the sun. The Rig Veda describes eight sky divinities. One of these, the Aditya Surya, was born from an egg: Eight sons there are of Aditi, Who from her body were produced. With seven she approached the gods. But the egg-born she cast away. Surya driving his chariot, drawn by red horses, across the sky each day represents the sun god, like Apollo in the Greek pantheon.

Again in the Rig Veda Prajapati, the original male, fertilizes the primeval waters, the original female, transforming them into the golden egg. Inside sits Brahma, the Golden Person, where he remains for a thousand years, floating in the waters of creation, his miraculous power shining through the seven shells of the egg, infusing it with a golden radiance. Within the egg with Brahma are the continents, oceans, mountains, planets, divisions of the universe, gods, demons, and humanity. According to the Lazus of Mana Brahma, the original substance, propagated himself:

He, having willed to produce various beings from his own divine substance, first with a thought created the waters, and placed in them a productive seed. The seed became an egg bright as gold, blazing like the luminary with a thousand beams; and in that egg he was born himself in the form of Brahma, the great forefather of all spirits . . . In that egg the great power sat inactive a whole year of the Creator, at the close of which, by his thought alone, he caused the egg to divide itself. And from its two divisions he framed the heaven above and the earth beneath. In the midst he placed the subtil ether, the eight regions, and the permanent receptacle of waters.

Aristophanes in The Birds writes:

There was Chaos at first, and Darkness, and Night,

And Tartarus vasty and dismal;

But the Earth was not there, nor the Sky, nor the Air,

Till at length in the bosom abysmal

Of Darkness an egg, from the whirlwind conceived,

Was laid by the sable plumed Night.

And out of-that egg, as the seasons revolved,

Sprang Love, the entrancing, the bright,

Love brilliant and bold with his pinions of gold,

Like a whirlwind, refulgent and sparkling.


Correspondences by Charles Baudelaire

10 May

Correspondences by Charles Baudelaire.


Nature is a temple whose living colonnades
Breathe forth a mystic speech in fitful sighs;
Man wanders among symbols in those glades
Where all things watch him with familiar eyes.

Like dwindling echoes gathered far away
Into a deep and thronging unison
Huge as the night or as the light of day,
All scents and sounds and colors meet as one.

Perfumes there are as sweet as the oboe’s sound,
Green as the prairies, fresh as a child’s caress,
– And there are others, rich, corrupt, profound

And of an infinite pervasiveness,
Like myrrh, or musk, or amber, the excite
The ecstasies of sense, the soul’s delight.

Charles Baudelaire


Everywhere is the Face of G-d

6 May

Insight from the Qua’ran:

Sura – 2 The Heifer ( Al-Baqarah)
Order Of Revelation 87, Verses: 286

Like a freedom fighter fights for his land,
He held a pen in the palm of his hand.
Who would describe the love in his eyes?
Or the words he writ ; the tears that he cried.
His words justified not the eternal feel
The ecstacy left his utterance sealed
His soul flew high and his body dead
Drenched in madness he at once said:
‘This body you see is not really me.
It is just the shell of what used to be.
Pain has left and my mind is clear,
Best you can do is wipe my tears.
The joy I feel is impossible to tell.
Come. Come. dive in the well”
As ghoosebumps sprung I could clearly see,
That at last, my friend, he was finally free.
Like a freedom fighter fights for his land,
He held a pen in the palm of his hand.
For years I’ve prayed this would be my lot,
And now everywhere there is a face of God.
-  Everywhere you turn is the Face of God.”  – Quran (2:115)

Stream of Consciousness [Free Write Poetry]

3 May

Transition is the space between.

Start at point Q1 and move through space until the quest has resolved Q1 and here we are now at Q2.

The question begot another question. Pause. Retention of breath, And Move Again.

Start at Q2, pace through space, destiny and destination share a common root, and I must have been daydreaming or waking while sleep walking in a spiral, because I see Q3, have the experience of Q1 and Q2 inside of me in the nature that is the nurture and cultivation of experience.

Retention. Liminal. Sway, sway (there are strong winds blowing back and forth and back and…) fall into the gap. Falling through the gap.

Co-articulate falling through fall into I am inside the gap and I am no longer searching, I am alive and being as present as present, slipping seamlessly like the silhouette shadow of a sun rise and fall dawn to dusk until the next twilight when a bright eye beams at the star light dusting the cutout tree scenery and I think to myself: life is beautiful.

And I feel myself alive and life is beautiful and I am full of the beauty around me because it is me and I am it and it is beauty and I am from the same grains as the snow topped mountain never seen or touched or the secrets the exist unbeknownst to the skies that reside on the dark side of the moon.

And I know that I know that I feel my imagination traversing the unexplored drawing a map of the secret rhythm and sacred geometry that lies beneath the illusion of an oasis and I feel symbol and significance escape with every exhalation and I am an intentional being and my life is bountiful and rich with meaning and it is true because I have faith that I believe it is so.


Hint: Invisible Quotient

4 Apr

Adam Lives in Theory

Stitch. Pink. Seam. Prick.
Hole. Chrome. Harvest. Nourish. 
Cyclic. Elliptic. Spiral. Sound. 
Rise. Balance. Beam. Yellow.  
Up. Reveal. Rebel. Revel. 
Autumn. Change. Rain. Bridge. 
Build. Bricks. Cement. Source. 
Helium. Return. Loom. Fiber.  
Weave. Courage. Strength. Grow. 
Grains. Memory. Silent. Past. 
Before. Beyond. Sing. Dance. 
Old. Blue. Croon. Shift. Wheel. 
High. Duck. Revolve. Sow. 
Round. Deep. Slow. Lost. Blue. 
Truth. Honor. Awe. Hum. 
Explore. Temple. Quick. Sand. 
Pure. Clean. Stainless. Ring. 
Eye. One. Bell. Wind. 
Chime. Arise. Vibe. Ring. 
Hurricane. Curves. Gust. Vector.
Dynamo. Breath. Family. Funeral. 
Infinity. Relax. Tenses. Divide. 
Slip. Sound. Memory. Crack. 
Gaps. Blur. Unite. Heal. 
Story. Inhale. Past. Exhale. 
Future. Breathe. Grain. Wind. 
Lost. Found. Present. Now:
Stitch. Stance. Space. Appear.

Lost and Found Language (free write)

1 Apr

Syllabic leaks in the circus drain, turning rightly to tight and left lost and losing listeners to the volumes spoken in the simple echos marry morphing morphemes chain-link phoneme, a ringing wagging chasing its tail, rounding the rosy sinuous fluency spoken before word warped into blades of black magic.

Listen to the state of the sound. Sepia city signature dismal label Los Angeles, profoundly deaf and numb and plastic pillows billow in the atmosphere, over the eyes and ears and hearts of listeners chasing a diluted vision for  fulfillment.

Sounds are under water, sounds are an undercurrent of sub-conscious grenades. Manipulation of epic defense, mankind the great storyteller, mankind the wrangler of rhetoric, mankind who creates noise grinding gears grinding gears postulating answers sans questioning the question the quest is lost tossed to the wind, where are we now?

Found in a familiar place, afraid of being lost, clinging to comfort in fear of adventure, coating the lush oasis of land with grey hard cold cement to tentative to march, together, to tentative to step into unknown territory without a finger pointed to the institution who owns the deeds.

Where is truth now? What worth remains in the word? Granular metallic and granite, emerald and limestone gems founded in the meaning of sound, a sing-song system of semantic symbolism: would you recognize if you heard?

One universal language sounds like sound sounds like sound sounds like sound: would you recognize if you heard? One universal language resounds within us, what are the vibrations of consciousness if not sound, would you realize your reflection if it passed through you invisible and true?

Break form, allow and follow rhythm within and what could be is the way is intuitive, the internal compass rose knows and glows like love in warm light like a soliloquy  within and between one and one and zero sums one in forever, a recycling sound.

What’s in a word?


What’s in a Sound?

The conscience realization of reverberation.


Aesop Rock Float, Free Album Download

30 Mar

BeMused Music: Aesop Rock, Float, Free Album Download!

(Note: Lyrics written in bold purple emphasize my amplified resonation with the song)

Lyrics: “No Splash” by Aesop Rock, Float

January, I fell to the cobblestone
In April, I cut little paper flowers
In August, I drank cold tea all my lonesome
In October, I was introduced as coward
I love New York Saturdays
But Mondays last longer
And since I plan to live a long life
Maybe I’ll serve a thousand Mondays and swallow the burn
To merge the week for all its got
To get my shoddy rotten ribs stick, forgot my ribs
I got a lil’ something called a spirit crisis on my skull
And it’s nothing short of ferocious but I swallowed the dosage
I got a mantle, and the mantle is a candle
And my candle is a flame that burns to symbolize the day Gretel met Hansel
Then I settle in a stand still
I live forever reaching for the sun
Hoping some lucky day I’ll clutch and get a hand full
Rope ladder, I’ma swing in ample
And I wanna turn scullies and summings with pretty lullabye, bye
The way my gypsy dances makes a monster retreat to fetal
I never felt so damn young
But you don’t look a day over zero
And you don’t look a day in the times cuz it’ll make you realize
The night is near so
Well then go, dream, I clean around the edges
I tidy up the tabletop, and lectured all the pledges
I never really knew the true definition of precious
Till my angel wit the beautiful red locks gave it a message
I’m a fully animated life tree
See the root of the mute button was dug up bug up on a song
Of I’m a fully animated life tree
With branches for the heavens to admire actually
Chorus (Woman speaking)
Fame, war, love, honor, crime, innocence, tragedy, sunshine
Cringe, death, passion, heroism, God, suffering, joy, fate
Destiny, treasure, stars, gall, hunger, murder, silence, mayhem
Health, pain, suspense, breath, sound, guilt, pride, time
We all know what a halo is
But we all don’t know the horrors if your halo tips

I be theandnbsp;?manadome? making your pretty little heels click
I be the Sword in the Stone of the contemporary eclipse
I’m incredibly exhausted
You can’t imagine, got my warm spirit stuck in my teeth, I’m obsolete
Freedom freedom freedom fighter beginning
Better stay competitive, meter in such to bust, fuckin fantastic
Every little steps you take breaks the chamber
In the chest, developed in the abomidable trouble
Settle for a cruel second, loud for an hour
Screamin to the beats to leave until my whole weekend turns sour
I ain’t been around the world but I been around the block
I ain’t seen everything but I seen enough to talk
I ain’t a prophet, I ain’t the Second Coming of Christ
I’m just a mason with a will to build and a little advice
I wanna weeble well, I wanna set of knitting needles
Villain with a theme dream silent
Paddle in the hole divy to where the portraits astonish
You won’t regret a single solitary step, I promise
Look, in a situation where a dragon guards the gate
I make a true spur of the moment grown decision
Which in turn allows me to be something normal
With the prefix of the abbot
I can kill every monster if I got it, that’s that
Rockin it, rockin it, clippership rockin it
Be the little guinea pig, dig?
I’m tryin to make an exit with no ripples in the water
No splash, let the poison slide down down the hatch

It’s Like That.


Hole in the Wall

28 Mar

Over the summer, I found a box in the basement: “Emily’s Old Art Box”.

Here is a sample spliced from the my fountain of youth, expressed, resurrected. The poems and pictures range over the span of my elementary school aged badass early years




Tagging the Production of Culture

15 Mar

Quick–divert your eyes. Look up.

Do you see  the vice gripping the voice you express? Freedom of speech arguments assert the freedom for content and unadulterated, unregulated word choice–the content.

Open content is one form of freedom. There is no denying the importance of freedom of speech so far as content is concerned. However, the structure and function surrounding the content defines and determines how loudly and lasting expression of content, free as free can achieve, will ring.

Mediated Horizontal Mode of Communication.

Familiarize yourself with the term because this concept creates the carvernous walls insulating the free expression with inward echos: ringing, rung, hung in the air, faint and fading, whispering, stagnant, silent, feeble, falling and flattened intonation, dead. Fin.

One must know the limitation to cross the limitation into the new frontier. What is beyond the horizon is dependent upon our consciousness as one mind. Branch out, dance and sing: today is only as free as the conscious inertia we enacted yesterday.

The following list are the global tags, conglomerates of topics relevant the present as the present passes and future finds itself here once again:

Music News Life Politics Photography Art Travel Food EventsPoetry Fashion Family Personal Writing Movies Entertainment Books Video Videos LoveThoughts Random Religion Culture Media Photos Technology Reviews Education Recipes Health SportsRogers park Blog Film Inspiration History Humor Business Friends Design People Social Media Home ChristianityPhilosophy Faith Articles Science Economy Nature Relationships Work 60626 School Review Marketing BloggingGovernment 49th Ward Updates Musings Television Journal Misc Announcements Reflections Miscellaneous Cooking EnvironmentSpirituality TV Fine Art Current Events Photo Quotes Women God Poems Russian Fun Fiction Community Opinion 2010 Internet AllRogers Park Chamber of Commerce Research Other Economics Health Care Pictures] Human Rights Rants Commentary IslamArchitecture Random Thoughts Animals Beauty Lifestyle Leadership Games Stories USA Ramblings Comedy Parenting Literature Diary IndiaMy Life Style Corruption China Photo Galleries Europe Quest Network Services Society Church Children Shopping Theology Israel RunningAmerica Nutrition Book Reviews Spiritual Real Estate Me Projects Links Funny Obama Sex Kids Linux Journalism Event Sport Interviews JapanJustice Software Training Daily life Celebrities English



13 Mar


In broadest terms, syzygy (pronounced /ˈsɪzɨdʒi/ ) is a kind of unity, especially through coordination or alignment, most commonly used in the astronomical and/or astrological sense. Syzygy is derived from the Late Latin syzygia, “conjunction,” from the Greek σύζυγος (syzygos). Syzygial , adjective of syzygy, describes the alignment of three or more celestial bodies in the same gravitational system along a line.

  • Astronomy: a syzygy is the alignment of three or more celestial bodies in the same gravitational system along a straight line. The word is usually used in context with the Sun , Earth , and the Moon or a planet, where the latter is in conjunction or opposition . Solar and lunar eclipses occur at times of syzygy, as do transits and occultations . The term is also applied to each instance of new moon or full moon when Sun and Moon are in conjunction or opposition, even though they are not precisely on one line with the Earth.

  • The word ‘syzygy’ is often loosely used to describe interesting configurations of planets in general. For example, one such case occurred on March 21, 1894 at around 23:00 GMT , when Mercury transited the Sun as seen from Venus , and Mercury and Venus both simultaneously transited the Sun as seen from Saturn . It is also used to describe situations when all the planets are on the same side of the Sun although they are not necessarily found along a straight line, such as on March 10, 1982.

  • Gnosticism: a syzygy is a divine active-passive, male-female pair of aeons , complementary to one another rather than oppositional; in their totality they comprise the divine realm of the Pleroma , and in themselves characterise aspects of the Gnostic (known) God . The term is most common in Valentinianism . In some gnostic schools, the counterpart to Christ was Sophia .

  • Mathematics: a syzygy is a relation between the generators of a module M. The set of all such relations is called the “first syzygy module of M”. A relation between generators of the first syzygy module is called a “second syzygy” of M, and the set of all such relations is called the “second syzygy module of M”. Continuing in this way, we get the n-th syzygy module of M by taking the set of all relations between generators of the (n-1)th syzygy module of M. If M is finitely generated over a polynomial ring over a field , this process terminates after a finite number of steps; i.e., eventually there will be no more syzygies (see Hilbert’s syzygy theorem ). The syzygy modules of M are not unique, for they depend on the choice of generators at each step.
  • Philosophy: The Russian theologian/philosopher Vladimir Solovyov (1853–1900) used the word “syzygy” to signify “unity-friendship-community,” used as either an adjective or a noun, meaning: a pair of connected or correlative things, or; a couple or pair of opposites.

  • Poetry: syzygy is the combination of two metrical feet into a single unit, similar to an elision. Consonantal or phonetic syzygy is also similar to the effect of alliteration , where one consonant is used repeatedly throughout a passage, but not necessarily at the beginning of each word.

  • Psychology: Carl Jung used the term “syzygy” to denote an archetypal pairing of contrasexual opposites, which symbolized the communication of the conscious and unconscious minds : the conjunction of two organisms without the loss of identity. Examples include Dieties of Life and Death or of Sun and Moon, which are frequently depicted as male and female, and having a mutually opposing and mutually dependent relationship.

  • Zoology: The association of two protozoa end-to-end or laterally for the purpose of asexual exchange of genetic material; the pairing of chromosomes in meiosis


Dendritic Poetics

9 Mar

Communication of ideas exchanged, a tale as old as time
birthed from the earth at the sound of the first symbolic phoneme
flung wild from tounge frozen spit slides down canvas air
static interception of perceiving conception
and so the word marries minds to meaning.
Remember Ulyses: vines of woven and spoken,
written and forgotten, seize the memory
remember memory
remembering memories
fleeting fragments
thoughts blowing
with ashes and dust
in the calico tabby wool
of forested night.

The above was a device of procrastination, a free write. And now i really have to write for an english class dramatic monologue due tomorrow. My favorite dramatic monologue is the same song that inspired lyric from T.S. Eliot to Milton, all of whom hailed to Dante and Homer, a true tale as old as time. Time is erroneous for true tales. Within the embedded aforementioned poem lies lines that wake me up more startling than sunrise bemused:

I am a part of all that I have met;

Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’

Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fades

For ever and for ever when I move.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,

To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!

As tho’ to breathe were life! Life piled on life

Were all too little, and of one to me

Little remains; but every hour is saved

From that eternal silence, something more,

A bringer of new things; and vile it were

For some three suns to store and hoard myself,

And this gray spirit yearning in desire

To follow knowledge like a sinking star,

Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.


Night, street, lamp, pharmacy

15 Feb

Night, street, lamp, pharmacy

– Alexander Blok (1880-1921)

Night, street, lamp, pharmacy,

A dull and meaningless light.

Go on and live another quarter


Nothing will change. There’s no

way out.

You’ll die, then start from the


It will repeat, just like before;

Night, icy ripples on a canal,

Pharmacy, street, lamp.

10 October 1912

Apotheosis of War



Mercurian Mole Hole: Streaming Consciousness

5 Feb

Removing One Rule: Falling through the One Reflexive Exception

Stream of Consciousness Unravel~Unraveling God from Within

Benign lifestyle, malignant emptiness,

Synthetic buzzing, hiding somewhere inside away from

jibber-jabber static, jargon and lexicons, canonical  flowing

of cliche liturgy and invested surface  value, shiny lives

wrapped in plastic, impermeable save toxic transmission

where those who communicate carelessly  put into the air

recycled pollution: pity, jealousy, vengeance, prejudice and exploitation.

One is Who I Am.

One is Where  Am I?

One resides in calm clarity, stripped of defensive creature fear and desperation,

One haunts attics and basement and cemeteries, rising from ashes and dust,

the mortar sealing and obscuring boxes of boxed memories and sedimentary heirlooms.

One is Where I Am.

One For All.

Who is the only true constant,

mylination like mercury blurring of velocity and vectors,

distance in space and distance in time, and integrating interconnected network, threading existence into a self-fulfilling spinning consciousness ,

expanding and self-sustaining spherical ball of yarn, one.

All For One.

One Pregnancy, One Prototype?

One is everywhere at once and nowhere at all.

One is misunderstood, never hiding & rarely found like

marred treasure buried in the attic,  oxymoron in a paradox,

neither counter-intuitive nor intuitive.

One Lost Looks to Find One and Soon Is One Found.

Believing is Seeing.

Memorabilia masked in dusted mothballs

stuffed in spaces below and spaces above everyday living.

Once upon an eye sore resurfaces to meet a new cast of family with wide open surprise: tears like change in time and space and surpass sore eyes wide shut,

hypervigilant yet never aware.

One Perpetual Pregnancy, One Birthing Life Cycles,

One Within One, One Within Each  One.

Where Does One Begin and End?

One Shape and Form?

One Matter and Mass?

One Materializing Movement in One Direction?

Invisible One, Intangible One, Undefinable, Unclassified, One:

Formless Shape: too small to sense, too big to fathom;

Massless Matter: The effervescent relief of weight and evaopation of volume.

Moving Material  In All Direction: Spiraling Ellipses of past, present and future,

tapestry of timeless space.

Infinite like figure eight, there is no escape:

One Begins Where One Ends.

One is revealed from above collapsed hallow bodies and concave bowls,

sounding  ominous and who stirs synergy into vacuous air,.

One inclination of umbilical union between sentient and being

before the  synaptic severing cut similarities into mosaic differences,

dead weight: dendrite branches decay as material  without crystal consciousness.

Dead  like fragile , fallen leaves crunching under careless click clack crushing heels.

One presence can never be compared through sensory observation,

Omnipresence: eternal existence within and between one feeling.

One lovely, lovely feeling.


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