Hocus Pocus

You and I

flows
between the two streams
of breathe
which in reality
unify
by simultaneity
at an absolution
of
🙂

…. four letters for you
….. five letters for me
….. five letters for you
…. four letters for me

says the hangman concurrently!

but in truth
this shall be
a place
without a search
of such futile words

right?

we are not perfect if are perfectionists
and yet we still are what we shall just be
such is all letter equaling to one sound

so
there is this gap
made of flowing lines
which we call

‘imagine’

‘imagine’ is a space
of compassion
that we allow to be
that we let ourselves in
and surrender
take shelter
for a while

consciously
yeah?

for a while
maybe

of lifetime…?

then that
‘maybe a while’
lingers again – no?

foolishly
until

until
it dissolves

at some …

its’ cause
to its effect

not too bad
it’s all acceptable
of course

so
let us sing
in Flashy letters
a
‘Who Cares!’

‘Who Cares’ …is the man!
🙂

do we have a choice?

Don’t we?

A black hole
is a time gap
that manifests itself
as space

it happens while
we –
the two lovers
the gatekeepers
of endless cycles-
-between
the full moon
and
the new moon

– peel inversely
the skin of an orange ~as if~
in equally opposite directions

two right circular cones
balance each other
apex to apex
and turn uni/verse/s
and ~as if~ coming from a different source
while the orange has always been the same

but
so
for now
I throw my magic ball just
to the web of games
collect mind litter
which I filter
in the lab of dreams
discriminately!
to distill glittery
fairy powder

and what that does?

hehe
imagine just
you have all the time
don’t you?

but OK!
we shall meet ‘someday’
‘someday’ in your terms of course
yeah someday
we shall meet ‘somewhere’
‘somewhere’ in your terms of course
only for the rhyme
yeah only for the rhyme
cause there really is neither a day nor a where

when locus equals focus

😀

 

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20 cents! a poem by L’alin

FOR L’alin POEMS PLEASE VISIT L’ALIN ET AL

20cents

as the long coated tall man digressed
a spinning coin became her translucent globe
permitting a time stretch
until a decision was made

the rhythm of spinning
arched her doubts
to a half smiling one armed body
that could pick it up remotely but promptly
in public space

an alluring method of an actress knowing the stage
unhearing unseeing her spectators
while permeating the act
through their matter

this last adorably nonchalant grin
hanging the mouth half up and half down
spilled the words: ‘so this one is for me then!’

when the long coated man loomed
she was already holding it firm in her right palm
extraneous blushing thoughts with a long narrative
of giving it back
raised thousand  rehearsals as polluted air
in shorter than a minute of turning the head to fixate

and dissipated

before the  trash could handle the reforming flush
I reached out for her help
with my puppet headedness
come on I said what is 20 cents
preserve it to recycle for my lucky star at least
she, relieved  nodded
and placed the coin in a front section of her whistling memory
which finally today tinkled and jingled a street musician’s ultroneous hat

One Day I will be His Sweetheart


video, chords and lyrics by Alin
performed by the puppet

One Day I will be His Sweetheart 

I know a man (G)
in my heart (D)
Oh so near (C)
Oh so far (G)
There lives a man (G)
in my heart (D)
Oh so near (C)
Oh so far (G)

I pray (by) all the vowels (Em)
that I am (E)
he sheds light on (E7)

I pray (by) all the vowels (Em)
that I am (E)
he sheds light on (E7)

to illuminate (F)
this narrow path (Emadd9)

made of (A7)
made of (A7sus4)
breath (F#)

Oneday I will find my way (D)
and be his (A)
sweetheart (E)

Oneday I will be the (D)
play and (A)
fly (E)

as one Light (C)
as one Sound (D)
as one Heart (G)

I love a man (G)
in my heart (D)
Oh so near (C)
Oh so far (G)
There lives a man (G)
in my heart (D)
Oh so near (C)
Oh so far (G)

A Tale of I

written, spoken, images, video, sound, edits and performed  by Alin Diraduryan

full text as written and sound recording is below:

Because I am

there is no
what is
where I am
when I am

because I am.

but
I am
is not
because …of

when
where
what
I cannot be questioned
I cannot bear a gap
between I and I

Love

true love
only love
just love

love love

when love is
love love

he and she

living on
distinct time
are entangled

their feel
of
perpetuity
is mutual

but once
there was
a story
about a  s/he

when s/he –

once
desire -s
for
-he and she-

a separation occurs

designing
-light years away from each other-
twin particles
of opposite charges

each living on another star
she conceives
much after
she gives birth

she gives birth
long before
they make love

to he
he : her true love
and she : the daughter of he

face
the accusation
that
loops the
fears
of the mundane
of conditionings
of the hidden
and stolen
human powers

not about them
becoming
half of one
but
the faulty was prescribed
for the sake of faultiness

to point at death
or of cycle creation

triggered by
the ejaculated shape
to become one matter
within the object of gravity

a living particle
they desired for

without knowing
what they desired for

it reshaped only while they desired
and they desired only while it reshaped

through the illusion of the visualized
through the precipitation of the finite
within the visualized

and yet
something escaped
as predicted

it was saved within the pure memory of the universe

to make more of its delusive particles
as nature goes

limiting eternal awareness
of the feminine and masculine oneness
dividing holiness into two
detaching mortal from the eternal awareness
dividing the divine into two

the method of nature’s flow
the method is pure
the method of nature’s flow
the method actions by their call
to make them one again
turning the cycle of
he got born from her
or she from his love
she remained immaculate
by the time
nobody knew only the moment of the birth
brought the godessness and the godliness to one

Newton’s apple fell on someone’s head
before the stumbled hit the ground
he saw the shooting star
it was there only because of the moment’s observation
not because of him
not because of the apple
not because the start really was there
nobody knew
he didn’t know
only we know

your memory makes the object of subject for him
for his romance
or tragedy of fall

He
does not exist until you build
him
through the object of these words

beware oh
before naively putting words on universe
creating temporary images
on pure memory
little films living in a puff
to come and go at a place that does not exist even

beware oh
before creating bars of our cage by thought born words
beware for ourselves
see until when you want be on exile as such
in the deserts of an ant’s abdominal heart
see until there is nothing to see

then be
because that’s all you can
because that’s all you are
because I is free

spoken version:

Le Pain D’Amour

Video by Alin
Written by Alin
Performed by the Mockingbird

Le Pain D’Amour as written:

Le pain d’amour
… …
Love pain
is an analyte
always
with an unknown
concentration:
HEAVY or BIG!

We
however
after testing it
on voluntary and involuntary
conscious and unconscious
sick and healthy
real subjects
(some of which have sadly been eliminated )
developed a unique method
to precisely identify that unknown

Simple and Intuitive
Poetic and Soul Retrieving
Integrates a volumetric technique
Comes in with a manual
and reads like a song!:
a unique 5 step program
take it or leave it

1.Dilute first
using teardrops
drip drip
2.Titrate then with
daily small doses of halo
-emotionally chromatic-
until
an etheric
flees (like a bird)
so the eye sees
the color
of phlegmatic

3.Yes! That’s it! That’s it!
(you should shout like that)

because it has an important function
of adding a spirit :
an excited state of matter
bearing a thrill of a child
is essential
especially in this healing program

4.At the same time (while shouting)
you should jump and catch it of course

This adds the curve of action to the program
and punctuate it
this is also the arrival of an end point

5.Place then your Analyte in an Alembic
Allow some acidic from the mourner
to receive love/ness’ basic
(this acidic is often dangerously pathogenic
so be very precise with the amount per time)

This shall cancel out and almost equate
(in ideal conditions equally) to a
Swain’s Long Wished Twain of a Mystic Grain

So that’s it – that’s the manual! 🙂

You can even brand and sell it as ‘l’amour du pain’ !
and earn your bread with it 🙂 isn’t it nice?

Moreover it hurts no one and you gotta start
from somewhere practical right?

Afterall you are the weary survivor
of an invisible battle inside from which
some die to die some die to be born again

Yeah its your choice
Yeah even that
yeah huh so wow try and you will see
it’s no rocket science really
can be distilled on site easily.

Hey Stranger!

a poetic jamming / improvisation / live created on site
poetry and music created on site
by guitarist Robbert van Nispen and Alin
video mix by Alin

Lyrics:

Hey Stranger

Hey Stranger
Where do I know you from?

You just open the door
and come in
Or you have always been there
without my knowing?

Hey Stranger
Where are you from?
Hey Stranger
Where do I know you from?
Sitting by my side
When I think I am just alone

Hey Stranger
Where did you come from?
To share
The campfire

You are just a sparkle
Appearing
that may
bring the Sunlight
just before the moon is disappearing
to make me
Awake
from this
Nicest dream
or am I
Awake
with you sitting here?

hey Stranger
Where are you from?
Where did you come from?
Are you real?
or just a dream?
and Stay with me
before
…..
…..

Singing
Swimming
Dancing
or making
Loooveee
It’s Loooveee
until
you go

Go on just
It’s the highway
we’re crossing
Highway
horizonless
until we make
one
Home
beyond
the sinking
Sun

will rise somewhere
Again
where might be
a dream
or real
Same
as long
as
you’re here

Hey Stranger!
Make me Real
Hey Stranger
You’re me
Sitting just
beside
my campfire

Me is Campfire
You is Me is Stranger
Hey Stranger
Stranger
Stranger
Stranger
Stranger