Beauty in a Bucket

Mental static fractal connection blessing all those who touch it always trying to change and confused of direction like beauty in a bucket
In the center of my belief there lives a thief my eyes are to be so f*****g dilated for I can see all be engaged either horizon and the urban sprawl spontaneous like a little boy playing a decorative piano in a local mall observe the synchronistic pin pointed geometric like Gary busey and his metaphysics like tesla and mark twain with elemental symbolism electrifying gimmicks the closet philosopher filled with magic tones of Tupac illimunating ghosts of Shakespeare like a single string being plucked for the love of slaves space and Jules delpy and her psychotic mental foreplay like drama troops kabuki plays heavenly pain on clownish faces moonwalk like mj a moonlight mile with flies in my face attracting to me like magnets gravitational pull and poetic forces that sweat out all natural like the French like Matthew maconaughey and his bongo drums like incubus succubus Barton fink funk Jazz and reggae all this come my way this way every way clearing out all the fog through the confusion comes clarity so just bear with me as thunder let shine as rain washes you clean and let's you breathe new air to help grow the corns like the dead reawaken in us a new heart and tears cure the mourns not enough time in this rotating earth so let's feel it's shifts and movements together we are one forgetting the stress that feels us worn temperature of spirits rising like the warmth of your tongue and your breasts the cool breeze and the stories that give you goosebumps the little joys of fist bumps the softening of your face as you stare at adorable grace the young lady playing at the symphony hearing her melody steadily the nuance of the pace the guy next you commenting on the vain the of selling your soul to the devil for talent so you can make some pape the circuitry of dismay the circus act of the hero with a thousand faces like a Campbell soup label that isn't true with its nutritional value because words and rhyme can deposit morale too but the merged energies of song dance romance and sprightly spring awakens this impulse this urge yearly in my very very earthly being.

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Navidsandon't,

I've read a few of your pieces, now, to get some idea of your writing and I'm ready to make some comments. First, you write some very interesting stuff. This poem is no exception. It is a collision of ideas and emotions that pour from your "very very earthly being". It's very nice stuff, though a bit exhausting when it is as long as this. That, however, is how it can be with life.

Very interesting and high marks!

Rick