“Bah, love-bug”

February 15, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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Call me Ebenezer, or hey, just call me! I am not a big fan of V-Day, the premise is fine, albeit contrived, but I think we should strive to celebrate life spontaneously (when the muse reminds your eye), especially us creative types, the masses (maybe not so much)? I get it, but some of us follow blogs less traveled and thoughts quite more unraveled, maybe I am the problem ? sure enough, guilty as shot by that uber bachelor cupid.

cupid’s bow
so quaint and narrow
chubby little fellow
seeks hearts o fallow
with one swipe
one strike
this unassuming cherubim
wink’s his eye
and with that
strikes down all of them

notes: just some simple thing I wrote just now in the moment, the point? love conquers all (even cupid the seemingly ever-bachelor had psyche after all). I have a more “cupid” oriented poem that I wrote a while ago (seems like ages but I still like it, so sue me, well, don’t sue me, we don’t need that, let’s not do that, thanks)

music… one of the most seductive songs I have ever heard, pump up the volume, the bass lends weight to the lines… listen to the lyrics, oh the damn lyrics.. man alive this makes me feel alive (and want to pick up one of my guitars and just get better expressing myself that way)

>>>>Minus the Bear – White Mystery

some short takes for the weekend…

February 9, 2019February 9, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

a couple of simpler works (or even unfinished), they can’t all be war and peace people!

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arriving home
end of day
i cast off
my belt, like a snake
slithers off the bed corner
onto the floor
with a clang
i kick off my shoes
and my heels exhale
free of their tombs
shed the daily shell
(12.2.18)

road in between grass field under grey sky — Photo by Johannes Plenio on Pexels.com

riders on the storm
charged with electrical force
we feel their downpour cries
we hear their voices roar
for chariots on fire
masters of our sky
so onward must they ride
riders on the storm

(12.2.18) – and yes I was listening to the Doors @ the time (duh! lol)

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the long morning shadows
raise majesty in the mundane
winter sun reveals
as the world begs for more
unfulfilled
(12.29.18) total writer comment, I loved second line when I wrote it, it felt like revelation

music ? going with a classic, timeless in my mind

House of the Rising Sun – the Animals (sure, it is not their song but I think this is the definitive version for most people, I am always reminded of Casino every time I hear this as well)

another cold spell here, if I just hold my breath the vernal equinox will come, I’m quite sure, I’m quite sure, I think I can, I think I can, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, ruby red click – toto out!

Frankenstein (closer to the mark?)

February 8, 2019February 8, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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I was pondering some things (as I am known to do) and I never really thought of Frankenstein as a direct comment on our actual literal being, our actual existence, meaning we are basically these masses of flesh imbued with an electrical driving mechanism/nervous system (I am leaving out the metaphysical soul conversation, that is another topic entirely), but in essence we are frankenstein (or franniestein, or fran-stein, don’t want to be gender myopic these days as I might be carried off into the night to never be heard from again), we are this mass of cells co-opting a host from two separate organisms ///THEN… something jolts us into the life we are now (engaged in blogging, not sure if the the big G had this in mind but I guess omniscience would have anticipated this endeavor), so that is thrust of this piece (which I wrote yesterday), or at least that is my claim, the flag I am planting willfully…

miracle monster

dr frankenstein.
was more right than I would like to know
electrical charge
transferred to this vessel
catching lightning in a birth canal

I imagine I see the pitchforks and torches
the rages – glowing in the distance
inevitably they will come
the outcome has been written
and surely will not be undone

music? I couldn’t resist… (click here, just a corny song, cmon...)

note: for those unfamiliar with my blog (um, most of the planet…) I post things as they are, I do not torture myself over things and rewrite stuff, these are almost always first takes (I am just horrid about working on things and write in the moment – just my way, not a comment on other (awesome) writers, it is just not me). perfection is not my thing, because I am so far from it and life is way to short to obsess, maybe I am wrong, probably, but hey, I can only do my thing and steer this ship (even if into rocks).

hey! thoughts, comments and super hot chili recipes are all appreciated !!! thanks for the eyes.

writing a tune, or thinking about it. (with you)

February 4, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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“song”

might I write a ballad
within the frame of these words
to sing up from this page
and encompass all in song

might I manage to transform
the flight of written word
into another form
tapping of the toes

and let the letters ring out
in joy on the face of babes
upon hearing these words
in musical masquerade

notes… I was wondering if I could transfer words to song, I was pondering that and wrote … this.

Does the cold affect creativity ? and the commercialization of weather…

February 3, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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I wonder. I am not in the artic, nor do I pretend to compare myself to people who live in such climates (hello my canadian friends!), but I found myself creatively lethargic during this recent POLAR VORTEX!!!! (sorry had to give it the due such a rad name implies), when did all this happen ? When did every storm need… a name? When did “wind chill” become the official temperature (for dire effect over the actual temperature) ? Well, much like news weather is now a monetized football and there is an arms race to the top of the mountain (with a social media kicker). We have tons more information than we have ever had but yet… we still get it horribly wrong sometimes (but things just move on and no one notices), like the last snowstorm we had here in New Jersey, it was a complete breakdown, I have never seen anything like that in my life here (and we have had plenty of blizzards), and also notice that there is no more official predictions about the amount/intensity of hurricanes (dr gray made this famous) because they were so wrong, so often, good life lesson here, as advanced as we think we are we still don’t have all the answers, apply that locally (I mean to yourself, you know, the local – you, and I will do the same)

the only sound the hollow scrape
the husk of a dried-out leaf
working across the way and the walk
the cold has clamped and tightened wound
life relents to hunker down
days of hibernation pass
just a lone streak of sunlight
some singular hope of warmth
suspended animation wakes the fore
a rustle, a chirp
life still is bound

notes… happy weekend folks! be well, be true, be you !

Mirages of the mind.

January 29, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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wandering

in the fog of my existence

in the distance

I think, I think I see you

making out your form

tracing you with my eyes

standing there

are you watching?

waiting?

for me to finally kill my soul

the singular formality

of all that is left of it all

so to be that sacrifice

for a moment

to give

just to be sure

that it is you

standing there

sometimes it is your heart that plays tricks, which is truly the vessel with which you see things ? or is it a symposium of the mind, heart and eyes… or a want for that perfect grail, that simple carpenter’s cup that can heal all? (I wrote this poem originally 6.18.18)

Holding on, sometimes.

January 28, 2019January 28, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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“reunion”

only for you

I forever hold

a reservation

in my heart

always a vacancy

at my door

regardless of season

or the passing years

I long for our reunion, my love

I wait for the time to come

by life or tomb

I will wait for you, my love.

notes… how do you re-wire yourself? Or fix your own wiring? Is it even possible? I know the love I speak of I destroyed by my own hands but have always felt it was still there, even if nascent, am I right that she was the “one” (probably not), so many things had to happen for us to meet, so many variables, different lifestyles (me moving 1000 miles from home), my soul feels instructed but my mind feels obstructed by the same thoughts, logic is a great thing but is by definition counter-intuitive and I remain (here). If you are looking for answers from me, don’t, I can only provide my experience for you to process. If that is what you are looking for to inform your world, than, welcome, and take a chair, can I offer you a drink? sit back, enjoy. (I wrote this poem 8.31.2018 but it only hit me now to post it).

music – Tori Amos – Winter

nuff said…

a few quick items…

January 26, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

not even sure if these are complete, but admittedly I have an awful track record of going back and finishing things (I write in the moment best), so I consider these my orphans as it were, just thoughts, a capture in time, a brief idea (maybe the ideas will catch fire in someone else’s sphere), so without further blathering fanfare here they are… (cue curtain pulling back, lights fading)

struggling to describe the scene
a man of words hides in verse

the past is written in stone
engraved upon my soul

I close my eyes to see
the dawn of my dreams
as I drift to sleep
I walk upon the gate

team picks
in a pitch of reeds
taller domain

notes… this last one was a play on how back in the day we were picked for teams in games (ahem on a pitch) almost by height, and also had to line up by height when we were kids in school (does this still happen? I don’t know.) I was looking at the bay of reeds at the end of the street of my office which is now a construction site building a personal cube storage place… (these were written a few months ago, specifically 12.2 for the first one and 11.20 for the rest… out of my journals, man my handwriting still sucks, you think I would learn to write a little smoother, you would think…)

music – Tycho’s set from burning man 2018 (with visuals)

I totally dig it from a visual and aural sense, this is not all his stuff, plenty of call backs in there, but just relaxing (well, at least to me, for what it is worth), but check him out if he comes to your town, man I love his music.

and speaking of worth! thanks for reading, I ramble, I type, even if one person reads this all is cool but honestly I am just sharing, so if the art hits a heart I was not aiming, so… thanks. all likes, follows, comments, rhubarb pies, capezios, z-cavariccis are appreciated. feel free to quote me, just credit me, if you don’t well.. ah, maybe you will get a fungus on one of your toes or something… (wink, but seriously thanks to all who stumble upon my little corner of the world) I am off to replay Rygar…

The universes of scale…

January 25, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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the scale of ponds

as I look out beyond
just my reach of site, this pond
for this is all I may ever see
of the oceans and seven told of seas
even this common ground
upon a leaf that has found
upon my gaze in scales not bound
a body of water clear as glass
in the palm of a leafy frond
turned tan by age
and gravity down
for within this earthly confine
waves and a shore all but mine
the life and eternal in this space
a moment of infinity to embrace
volume means nothing to scale of meaning
atoms are the fabric of all things
from a galaxy down
in my hands I do hold
all and nothing of all ever told

notes… written 1.7, I was thinking about how things are perceived through the perception of our scale, meaning how we process things because we are a certain size (and exist in a certain space), if we were atoms surely a little water in a fallen leaf would be an ocean, if we were a galaxy our planetary oceans would be a tear drop by comparison, all about scale, so to me there is universes within universes in everything but we experience what we do because of where we are by sheer chance (or destiny depending on your belief), but either way the universe , all of time, conspired for you to read this at this moment in the time of all things, of all existence as we can perceive it, my head hurts… but contemplate that for a moment (pausing, waiting for you to contemplate, c’mon, I don’t have all day, well, ok, maybe I do, but that is none of your business)

music ? I have been into binaural beats lately for all sorts of things:

Sleep, Focus, Calm

Hat tip to Rarebear for reminding me about these things and to post this.

the moon you know, the moon you don’t…

January 24, 2019January 25, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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“We ran as if to meet the moon.”
― Robert Frost

Do we take the moon for granted? Our little companion in perfect orbit (synced so close to ours that one side faces us all the time). Other planets have tons of moons (Saturn has 62!) but our little friend is out just in the right place where we can have full eclipses (that is actually super rare in our little solar system – but not here on water world!) So my last post was all about musings on the moon (in poem form), so for those with a little nerdy science streak l ask… did you get all the little references? granted some are obvious, I mean we have known this moon our whole lives right? just curious… so, if you don’t want spoilers read no further, here is all the little tidbits I was thinking about writing that poem…

seven seas ? OK, obvious… Pangea ? OK, not brilliant… master of all seasons ? I was trying to invoke how we take for granted our place in a hemisphere, so the moon could care less, it is the same when the southern hemisphere is in winter or the northern hemisphere is in winter… dead eye’s watch? the moon is quite dead, nothing there… blinks as slow ? I needed some vehicle to explain the phases, so I chose sound witch travels way slower than light, and we see moonlight… born of earthly rock ? I am referencing the theory that the moon is born of a cosmic collision (one of many but I think it makes the most sense, not 100% proven obviously – this is also referenced in the line “twin composition“)… millennia of collision ? pretty obvious, the moon has been bombed by asteroids or other bodies, the evidence is there of a violent past, there was all sorts of stuff flying around the solar system when it was forming, there is still tons of stuff out in the kuiper belt and the oort cloud waiting to make impact at some point… I think the rest of the piece is pretty clear

so anyway, if you made it this far? damn.. thanks for riding down the rabbit hole with me, I appreciate all reads and eyes, and any comments are gladly taken even if you think I am a dumb stump stuck in the mud, I am probably not, but how would I know if I was ?

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