AND THE WINNER IS

My remake of Man Ray’s Noire et blanche (1926)  wins the Valentine’s Treat at CaDance 2015 Festival!

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Heyy I have a Superman Suit You Know?

Since a while really
couple of decades
leading a double life
characters same and
synopsis almost the same
as in the movie
even the kryptonite!

Chain along my neck
a quality service you said
but Yo even computer programs ask
before devouring systems

have you ever read about
righteous wars?
mythical tales?
are these
tales you think?

ask your enemy
how shall I beat you
before the war starts
is the way goes for me

but then again
‘for me’ does not matter

It would happen anyway
I was waiting for
I’ve seen it coming
before you

a child’s scary dream
a choice of live or die
at a deliberate point
gifted by love

t’was the face of my karmic debt
born to observe to reinvent the
‘take me as a learning’ sanctuary
and a variable you were

i.e. if not this then that
fitting to libido
non-personal i.e. remains
pronouncing loud
what I had in mind

sweet sounding innocence
momentaryly recognizes
a tricentennial promise to
commemorate friendship
pointedly hints to sieze trust
of both of their ‘BUT’s in mind
of who used who in reality’

Yeah
you’re right
Shit Happens
sometimes
and when it happens
at least
build shit
a nest
cause it’s a test
for a while it remains or possibly converts

It may even goose and attain skies
skies of one of your realms
Shit
as long as it lasts

anyway think about it -and contact me if you think I can help – and maybe I really can
because

I am called Grace
I sew shapeshifter clothes
in an antique store
in an alley of your dreams
like the Superman one
made of finest yarn
you see me only in the mirror
of the window
with always
a CLOSED sign

in truth I live in cavities
on top of the mountain
accessable from your heart
which you still need to climb
I weave from there a golden universe
in which sometimes
I put spells made of black holes
some of these
resembling your rrrrrrrrrssss
sucking crudely designed sound waves
discharged by peanut size eggheads

or should your ringing-bell
better be associated as a walnut?
AhA of course A pecan nut!
Yummier of course
for SLUGS
where shape matters but also taste

Teaching the destined to be received

always delivered by someone
as if you need that someone

but what a Bunk when
me is not there or me is not it
or that someone not of my creation

PITY PITY
oh AGONY
let me be your non-judgmental nature

It’s no choice really
when I fly high and see you Lie
I have an Alibi

Not because of what I learned from you about:
“How To Remove Your Goddamn Eye Outta My Emerald”

YEAH OF COURSE!

I saw you looking once
as much as I saw your TAIL

I know that you heard me saying
‘You have a tail’
Just an innocent thought in my head
seeing your obvious behind your back

but that Suit! MAN!
changes me instantaneously
from outside – physics of me
from inside – spirits of me

I had this before I met you
you know?
Nah – you don’t know!
because you don’t wanna know
because you were too Kooky to see
Anyway
‘t was a Bluff!
I have already undone the tie
(after seeing you had a tie) so
make it your gift now for your PEACE
and HOODs

AHAHAHA

Silly Bee! Don’t you know you cannot grant a prick to a Rose?

n Anyway when you still have some gameness
and a bow left
Let’s give it a try one more time – If you like
Let’s meet at skies this time
not as enemies but as neutrals
to see if you can see me Fly
because
I remain invisible now
to eyes that know no-LOVE.

written by Alin Diraduryan
lyrics/poetry/performance piece/ avant-garde/ theatrical / experimental/ post-modern/ dnalumuland

Everloving

Hey! What a cool man you are!
I sit here and realize for the first time.
Looking at the red horizon of the sunset
Tunes of red flights in my ears
make me flow along its fumes
Peace in my heart and  yes I realize
only now where I finally am
Fully one with my red panties
sitting cross-legged on a red carpet
noticing the red sleeves of my shirt covering my wrists
expressing the redness of the nail-polished finger ends
stretched playfully
above the blue green octagons
holding a physics of the invisible
as if a ball made of color
pushes blissfully towards the interiors of my palms
contrasting the red squares of my long colorful winter dress
I see the red almond heart on top of the last heart shaped dark-chocolate
left on the table just and wonder if I should eat but I leave it
as a memorial piece of my flowing composition
while I polish the red of my favorite pot with my thoughts
accommodating a gloomy weed before the fractured rays
As if I see the reds that she once saw
before her eyes got blurry somehow
As if these reds haven’t been red for ages but now
where I fully am – as I now – can see again
So I take a mirror and put on a blood red lipstick
wiping hopelessly the gush off the irregular contours of my lips
till it fits perfect
somethings never change I say relieved
I still don’t know how to put on a lipstick
and hurriedly grin back to check
if all sits okay so that I can start looking at me now
with your eyes and lip
Hey ! What a cool woman you are!
I sit here and realize for the first time after sunset now.

inspired by a Moby song – Everloving
I wrote this poem while listening to Everloving –  a Moby song .

The Blurry Flake

Have you also smelled the snow today?

I reckon!

It came to me eyes shut
A little summer breeze outside

Carried by an undeceive December rain
Waiting for a rainbow sunshine
But it never happens!

And I know it is unlikely
here the snow  inside
or meteorologically outside

except maybe it’s on your sight light-years away
I should be smelling a living joy as what is lost of me

and so I become a snowflake
to connect
hang just
above a mountain lake

a bit nonchalant
as I like to be sometimes
by my temperance the wind balanced
so that I stay upright
above an exact measurable point
become the fairest of fairies
a fairy-bride feathery white

for fun

but also to pass on spirits of me properly
as I stretch myself from dust  to my wholest parts
I become the matter of the flake’s material
and I don’t care but know only by being
the duped me infinitesimally

either the one above this lake or another
slowly descending one
to touch the tip of your nose or lip or forehead
And I know then you will recognize me at once
when I tickle you softly
as you know so well by now
how it thrills and hurts in one breath
cold or hot spot
that’s what our game is about right?

Which one is of you or of me
haha I DON’T KNOW really THE DIFFERENCE it seems
is getting a little blurry
AND that not only for me but also for you
or thee
and that very last one for fun or for the sake of the rhyme ONLY!

The Thief

He was a thief
and he did it ‘all the time’
that stealing
he used to call
enlightening
for the others in loss
so they spiritually grow

he was not only a thief
but also a liar
–towards himself-
what’s worse?

always another
chic – trendy –
authentic – to go –
oriental –  family
fast – arty –
road – five-star
four-calendar
cheap an deli
and so many
with branded words
dictionaries fall futile to describe
types of restaurants where
he ate from
without a check
a humble gift from my guru
for my accomplishments
he said –
his guru to whom he in percentages fed back
otherwise he would be for good dead
more dead than the dead
because it is beyond the scope
of this story but just know that
he already was dead –
my delicious soul food
he cunningly said.

he was not only a thief and a liar
but also stupid
what’s worse?

blinded by his tall victory
planning the future only
a robot army
that shall kill humanity
for he could be the only one on earth
the one who was made of human wanted that!
unable to comprehend
with his victorious- photoshopped head
always looking forward
as if more ahead
than anyone ahead
far  far beyond clouds of
oil stick slime and dirt
so that the
impure material would
fill his brainless head
for a temporary while
oh my that pretty skull
implanted with sunny hair and glowing starry eye
had all the luxurious capacity of space
a palace for the richest he says
I live in
on the last floor of the highest building
ever made on the planet
always busy baptizing
with cosmetics
branded as pure mountain water and Angelica White herb
he switches off his room size TV and looks down affectionately
(where in reality he overlooks) and self adoringly shakes in triumph
‘I see all humanity
they bug and harvest their own Ignis Fatuus
No I need no TV
this is my true warranty
I am the preacher
I am reborn’.

He was not only a thief and a liar and stupid
but also ignorant
what’s worse?

as he continued to praise his ‘what could have been’s
he forgot the ‘what is’
having numbed the essence he
was unable to feel the growing green grass
under his foot soles

nature as compassionate as always
tries to nurture his lost soul
even for him,
by building a shelter
where he could also grow a brain
in meditation
long term
may/could/would he also have then
a true home
built on the mountain of truth

Oh the nature so pure, beautiful  and naive
continued to plan hand in hand
with a hard-working bumblebee
so he could learn to be free
without  depending on a guru
or on casual vampiric activity

so
what nature does?

she builds a home for him
even adds a pretty angel in
that could be an ever after
sweetheart for him.

he was not only a thief and a liar and stupid and ignorant
but also blind
what’s worse?

so blind that
upon seeing the angel
(his twin of opposite nature)
he did not recognize her
and one night he broke in his own house
plundered everything that has been gifted for him
and dropped the key  as always but
this time inside
where she lived
in the hearts of the hearts
on top of the mountains of truth
on a clearing
beyond the clouds of love
where their house was built

and as usual he escaped
far far away
until he consumed
all that he had
politely jerked and laughed
ejaculate his fantasies in the lands beyond the oily custard
custard distilled by seedless smoke clouds  made of evil he knew so well
until he was left with one
white flower with living roots

Who are you !
What are you !
he whined and cried in terror and fear
hearing his own true voice for the first time
after ages and after sucking generations’ gifts

here is the flower’s reply:

I am you
so
be me
plant me
so
you can see
break the blasphemy
and
if you can
become
you again
and grow
truthfully
you will
reach to
where
she leaves
lifetimes long
lifetimes after
when
she sees
you or of you
she will recognize
you
as she truly will kiss
by her kiss
you shall at once
be blessed
freed
convert
to a prince
of her
dreams
and
always
remember
to keep
her
dream alive
as
she
is
made
of
love
otherwise
you
and all
of you
shall
eternally
die.

‘What? Becoming a flower! That’s the worst’ he replied
and dropped his only living copy of the key.