LifeInAbMinor's New Writeups

Everything Under The Sun (idea)

2005-03-09T20:47:18Z

My skin is buzzing.
It echoes a sound of impetuous bloom
It feels as if its bubbling
In warm space within a digital bath of fumes
Im filled with some stomach rumbles
Followed by diabolical laughs splashing
electric suds of thumps and dirty upright beats...

IN bunches
my love succumbs to continuous lumps
Cluttered in the front
smothered in the back with evil treble
I cant help that I jolt with hate
against all acoustic waste of profound pleasures.

Get on my Level...

I drained my pool of renders
And at the bottom my melodies escaped
for the intake Of colorful boom
Can I switch back to analog
dry myself a new tune?
I doubt that mood
no song can match my audio cannons
I am a recording too loose for the common dude
Approaching expectations of ambient doom
I relocate my position
react with…

At Sea The Gods Have No Names (idea)

2005-03-07T17:12:23Z

Peach shades obscure the coastline's electric silhouette
as a moon-spoored night folds between the landfalls.
The island, only a retina sundown image,
rides my eye like a ghost's shadow on spent film.
The ship's bow scallops intricate Edinburgh cut-work,
edging a pillowcase for final slumber.
Skimming the bronze-shimmered horizon, the Big Dipper
scoops up the castaways of eternity.

In our impudence we try to splinter the cosmos
into fragments we can analyze, control.
With each moon-swept tide, this folly surges over me,
releases me from the snares of space and time.
My spirit commingles in a timeless boundlessness
with all that has been, is and ever will be.
Secure in the gentle rocking of the universe,
a new-born child cradled in infinity,
I float, a molecule encompassed in the vastness,
unified within the…

Lose Your Senses (idea)

2005-03-06T21:31:37Z

My sight has left me, everything has withered to lightlessness. The world, once emblazoned with colors, from the shimmering shades of white and coral in the moonlight, to the spectacle of citrus and rouge that began each day, has burnt out.

But I remember, the contour of my loved oneâs face, his eyes, his smile, his artful hands. And I remember blossoming violets, swaying white willows, and the ocean. I envision the cascading leaves of autumn, the glistening white snow, the fires crackling in the hearth, and the gleaming dew glosses over the grass. And I cherish these more now that I will never again see their beauty.

My taste is gone, everything and nothing tastes the same. The sweetness of chocolate, the bitterness of a lemon, are nothing but words to me now. The tear will never spill on my lips with the watery saltiness again. A kiss may never be tinted with the last morsel savored in his mouth. A toast will have no need to be swirling around, to savor the flavor…

The Beginning (idea)

2005-03-06T15:53:41Z

You remembered it felt like the breath was stolen from your lungs. You fell to your knees and squeezed your eyes tightly, but the pain was still unbearable and you thought you might split from the inside. You felt it first, and heard it later, the feeling of the flesh tearing and your back ripping in two. The scream caught in your throat and the stars appeared vibrant and bright before your eyes and the last thing you remember was the fade to black.

You woke up slowly, as you always do, but instead of your bed you were on the floor. And something was different, something your brain took into account immediately. You stood slowly and saw your reflection in the bedroom mirror. Wings. You had wings. Hey, what the ? Wings? You reached back and felt them, soft and smooth and white and perfect, and you tried to shift them, as you would your arms, but it seemed unnatural. Complicated. You finally noticed the pain then, after the initial shock. You could feel the blood running down…