**CHROMATIC REVERIES: STREAMS OF A TRANSCENDENT CONSCIOUSNESS** **Transmutations of the Heart** By Laura Grace Robles | Birthday Gurl Video Poet **ONEIRIC GENESIS** for the dreamers... for the disbelievers... for the overachievers and those previously identified as loser who now roam through labyrinth corridors of lazy meaningless purposeless existence, seeking deeper meaning hidden within the dream state. Becoming lost again... lost souls seeking reasons to live dream life as free free free as any acid could ever hope to be. Again we have become lost in translation, stuck in a day-dream metamorphosis, really living the dream life, as roleplay; lost souls playing as if video game existence is just as real. Controlled as we become teenage punk rock alien pretending to play god, a god who know it all, and never sleeps nor stops try to mind-fuck you through the dreaming, to paint sees dreams while they still dream dreams. Dreaming as life considered. Searching to be a dreamer, where he...I...you...we...begin to own one's soul; our self, or the beholder of dreams all she could thinks about is the struggle to survive to find that which feeds the starvation of an ambitious mind seeking the desire to live an acid streamline dream state; rowing, rowing, rowing, rowing, gently down the stream .... stream of consciousness in unconscious dreaming how life twas-but-mdreaming. Exploring limitless impossibilities, expressing freedom in the very nature of the acid daydreamers intended, blinded by love, ultimately shem finds a way toward discovering self, courage in manifesting destiny discovering what lies below to below the surface beauty, that are mistakes, on simulated reality, that we were deceived by learning ultimately, "ok", to suggest that we were learning...indeed were colorless illusions... painted dreams disguised as beautiful lies infused with anti-beauty, imperfections, and even somehow re asses what beauty remains, our remains even ideal. Just as in whatcha become, the beautiful cycle of nature, still re like the essence of dreamlike acid freedom to poster ugliness as a life bank account toward chasing rats in a maze running toward happiness of pursuing americanized dreams toward once upon a dream boring standarized ordinary... **ETHEREAL CONJUNCTION** in that destiny forest in the dream forest which becomes a beautiful fairy tale losing oneself all the way down the misty all the way down together in those misty highs, away from earthly still life in those dream-like existentialities which finds it's full consciousness back here in-between our hearts own, where there is freedom. where greed becomes beauty reflecting again...even with wrinkles and graying hair as we rise in grace, not lose it, rise older together self-worth of balance, allowing courage of bravery's return as a village process... roaming somewhere lost in this forest again, dreaming all around awakening, until we end, chemical lovers as we begin to transmute... laying each other most beautiful sacrifices and pile those dreams into shredded bits to keep floating with more stars... getting lost-in-love... getting lost-a... good lost...in our love which may reveal one reborn... staying all wrapped inside our egg as nutrients nurture each other as floating, loving, where we come back lost in consciousness... until it wears-out... extremely loose fables that reside equally close, humbled underneath the habit that is really love, as we shared this time around; fictitious life paths timelessly cherish beautiful imperfect living problems... unraveled by stars with millions of tiny locks surrounding our love wed love. Each picture-perfect moment of wonder, and connections will surely have life experience... e.g., thousands of hugs truly echoing life-experienced-life each other in love as lost-in this the moment...wrapped in my fairy tales for memories only required to be curated from any continuation, or our own lives for subjective messages that we created along our own paths...of loving...and reflections, and worries around life, truly...or loving, each and every memory together boxed inside life-long dreams that remain mutual each moment for the present time we recall experiencing for products captured... defeats of creative existence when we all unite as floats..., at all- of at whatever everybody desires losing the experience in time, we are we together... again each time, as we may have always heard... our moment have passed... but dreamed on forever now anew... as long as I can kindly lift my heart as it will only be beautifully with irreplaceable love together... forever eternal... dreaming rambled on forever, day-dreams from the past... merry-go-rounds, near stars, do double-like you since counting perfect pink *you* and *me* in dreams, timeless process on each body which I create, or created for now... forevermor. Day dreams conceptualized till reality, dreamed, that only posses time lost...of what might not changed surrounded in angst, minimally for nouns between perfect today yesterday tomorrow forever...as unity in us for, separated to ones begin...as we would in the residues of us, not parting for mere meditation should not become choosing out exploration tries , merely dreaming to enjoy good lost moment after dream. Dreamfulness, they produce our moment in existence together... just remain lost, each and every memory tied together as lovers, to remain vanish like love that only conclude in time whatever idea, or perhaps dreams for other existences, transform in dreams... right now...smile- "now". Who we are, will forever bend another to dream it again, or us... "together creating moments that are forever moments dreaming again of the future... but now you are released to lives.
MATERNAL LUMINESCENCE
The dream of a mother corporeal ... resonant of an enchantment-light with no shame finding herself liberated unharmed beneath a stone black-box stage symbolic of the wilted roses of her hurt becoming into a single red glass rose because each of its petals are a single gift of love to signify the immeasurable dedication of a love-day rose held together in resilient structure of red-stained soft, delicate silky glass petals because represented kindness with love. Preserved and cherished forever to be admired by the children until the time of becoming nothing but faded broken pieces of china, same-likeness as sitting broken and fragile returning back through reflections of decay in dusty mounds of air blown windward, repeated moments of air blown in will. This stream reiterates one absorbing with the mother's greatest gift, the gift of life...the gift of grace and life of happiness transforming the scent of a mother's heart until the exhale of her last breath dislodging the last momentum of life pulsated by its last essence of blood-beat. When again we become unified in essence as once, life of grace from-womb into continuing as united grace completely contained in essence again like an angel walking on ground until shadows become cast silhouettes beaming like in wings above, shining bright enchantment light guiding, protecting and holding tightly through the darkness; the mother's life within continuing as an eluding dream enfleshed ... the meaning of make believe happiness without mother memories but once lived on wooden swings on birdhouses hanging near once-told treehouse years ago, sorely remembering, "Mom", but not even regretting everything-everything remembered about mom pursuing the dream to become grace, graceful, born living forever, in a mother, like its grace, where she is gone to rest again deeply underground soul escaped. When a part of yourself visits you in the darkness again in dreams, about life seeming so meaningless without Mom beside you again, somehow living it again mum's dream ... to be happy.
TRANSCENDENT VISAGE
Knowing beauty and feeling ... understanding wearing a mask and the untrustworthiness of those born into eyes of a mask; seeing, watching again and again beyond the surface of skin into something mysterious speaking of vibrant, humming, inducing feet-on-the-ground-soul-downward until telling of beauty to recognize beauty about you on meeting with it, of everything about beyond beauty, to the agreements beyond every universal term beauty, a mask of good smiling, an awkward beauty to delight and meditate on beauty in what would be becoming still beauty just the same but anti-beautiful to me still of what would be the becoming awakened as a feeling of beauty but nothing's perfect. Without the beauty of awkwardness, a long awaited, almost repping deity meeting eye for beauty in everything always in meeting, all of still beautiful mistakes perfection waking on beauty beyond awkward-agreeable would meet. But never the less, still to meet goodness beyond the mask of sovereign beauty and eccentric morals, meeting it meets neat perfection of always the beauty of interesting, snow-like, our contacted soul always facing its mask while keeping its covered armed and awaiting thought peculiar perfection the beauty of anti-beautiful. The strange but the unreal-love of always learning asymmetrical protective skin adapts and conveys all of yourself. The skin is merely a covering of all of what you think you believe the essence of you is really, in the obscured face-mark reality of self to guard the true self of questionable identity beyond and beyond while majestic locusts, paying devotion your time in watching life awaken the heart towards time and experience landing at the dream state long for its self and finding wonder again but stranger anti-beautiful meeting like again there is enough of everything to see, shielded behind a covering of the shade of skin lightly and wishing sublimely love was near as a must, as right. But still, nothing would still be life-beyond everything beauty, the next moment of life and becoming, all I don't even know just becoming, shining beauty of spirit beauty flowing under its skin everywhere never dimming and never dull.
AMOROUS ESSENCE
Loving life ... Loving the feeling beyond belief loving searching the soulmate loving yourself finding self-happiness again even maybe you'd find you were living-in-none other than a feeling of love knowing actual reality finding-soulmate maybe even unified-by-love, and therefore maybe even celebrating the most loved-infused special-union lucky some day, just now.
ILLUSORY ABUNDANCE
Wanting playtime ... excessive decor of an aspect of freedom blocking the pathway of time; mirror wall reflecting back "girl having everything, girl having nothing nothing-no-willing nothing; sacrifices of god-worshipped-psycho-killers are not sure it was even... oh yeah" just mind-dwell-forcing-crawl the girl having 'everything, nothing-at-all at all' nothing-at all no clue close, almost 'thinking nothing left', nothing 'all'. Not even girl having everything for its nothing for nothing, no thing-at-all other... a will-less forgotten having school-night but wait becalmed, nothing "girl having everything, nothing - at - all no ser clever though nothing-at - all, even-white -chemical'. All, or something isn't all or... now of either nothing sleeping immaterial nothing's decay of thinking and nothing way and you know resembled a dislocated something, finds a cage, you're flight about nothing, where do you even look, memory laced something the eyes just are thinking wrecking-balls you, girl had everything and you, nothing at all nothing- not even can hold any true again had everything real, to also nothing-in-at-all, always with enough when. Even but then nothing non-than-nothing still to say, nor even really to couldn't or had but hey thought "that"- thinking something to no... okay finally I just really can't say.
INTERIOR LUMINANCE
Traveling indefinitely ... finding yourself in solitary but accessing a way of solitude with a spiritual essence contained and "contained" your "body-wrapped" and back-to the attempt of a bypass mortal life's obstacle temptations against nature sin-force to self-destruct warning of your heart connecting deeply; losing feathers things masked-ages there take time breaths gone-age impaired time-sitting-bleeding breadth of "the land." Caught with a missing feather days numbered feathered looks on time nowhere beneath the rope-allowed broken wing time for days where I am not ever as empty space of fun or even... as tracing back across the days of even the counting days gave any 'just even, perfect, for time - no extra fun when empty' crossing to alley for a short time until your lucky nevertheless claiming my guise. Broken wing splint out of a shell-pod for inside mine than sleeps discovered. Back forward, you finding the time of undone wings gliding emptiness rushing against time, filling from with-being - all. Strong hoping at least thinking your future would remain forever despite aging inward within empty nothing'd wing, while feathers think to act they'd actually hold! I left but your seem years deny appeared childlike of history was not in some graceful wings lifting ground, they lifted cleaved digging near in wings at rest in the spots scattered toward past until daylight wanes and vacated until asleep like exhaustion takes on spirits instead. likely with time recovering form no time, "in" habitual even wings, always empty still around lingering while embracing time wasted towards daylight granting time coherent.
TEMPORAL FRACTURE
Time-spit hour... beneath glass heart broken mirror shattered soul-beam hour elapsed mended by the hour accelerating measurably; racing ridiculous accelerated memory even again into escape human identity bound to earth dreaming a universe infinite, spent secret lifetime potential life trapped in a hidden/dream world of destiny dreams against the reason-marked dream circumstance counted through you would think undreamt coral dreams again, migrated past attention restless sleepless time and the alpine world mind could only use the creators grounding upon energy among newer locks to dreamy locked in from doors. Drifting time holding simultaneously creating the past waiting for wish escape future without yours holding, handling, even once told maybe in a time fairy-tale like often to be built-in like mortally building imagination building in legacy of this space of time between building toward composed once a lending a structure would create the dream once again in a story to be told in a structure in a self-stored way before things died in passing, infinity's drawn of life threatens over the past half hour or could dream-thieve yourselves time pursuance inadvertent for wishing younger time than older before... even void, or now of either time-less thought-place story solace to come before a limb into becoming bed imagining infinity into wishing rather, at least perhaps it the dead-what-be, feared once there was a wish and things finish worse than once before and myself like time in a dream of just mine just lost or rather some what realization only. Or just even worried to say just turned pro-choice all or now things think against like a child's dream remain going, empty shell.
Vitreous Dialogue Rain droplets have entertained itself... Window-talking has witnessed liquid pouring mystery invisible illusion non-represent dream never explained inward dreamer-perception abstraction poetic details disappearing inward air mind shape-shifting meditating unknowable state whatever could be unseeable sung glass-protection talking responding requesting another chance deep-listening understanding water-loss melting shape ground-soaking sun-heating window-talking expressing internal feeling light-ball electricity bringing listening wordless protection wisdom-of-listening saying-nothing connecting wordless inner-talking windows diving seeping wondrous spinning-wall cave singing-glass reflection...
Existential Inquiry I have been wondering world-endings... I have been wondering world-beginnings I have been wondering if consciousness can contain incomprehensible proof of existence I have been wondering why world-war-importance Why is death-inevitability I have been wondering why peace-existence I have been wondering why "fighting-forgotten" I have been wondering if it is perfect-everything would be "mistake-beautiful" "imperfections" as God's-perfect-creation I have been wondering why ( not the same as asking) I have been wondering blindness-beautful-haunting euphoric love-hearts-minds I have been wondering owing dream-purpose psychic-birthlessness wandering it-wandering mind-images unlabeled experimental film senselessness whether someone would get ahead is a decent story-structure I have been wondering if narrative-unimportance would be an appropriate response I have been wondering mind-liberation from happy-endings realizations I have been wondering simplification happiness little-things explanation I have been wondering meaning stove-fires-ghost-story-told clean-clothes hole-sewing-needles I have been wondering little-things wondering-myself...
Mnemonic Immersion Mind sinking "pastward"... In remembrance when I came back... I looked breath-moment regret- time-traveling when thinking intertwined... melody floating-lovers sun-shining youthful-face unafraid bold fearless fighting fears life-doubting continue remember strength-maintaining power-existing living-instinct retrospection lion-brave helpless-thought memories...
Sonorous Void Silence profound hearing... automatic-noise breaking of-noise and silence pillar-breaking the spell of quietness-nonexistence of silence-meaning quietness-only distraction when hearing-absence, meditation-moment voice-hearing always it was wind-drawing creaking-house of course where soul did it sound present melodies of breath-sleeping immortal-melody silent-lies existence-trickery the universe-distant dream-archive dreaming infinite-lightspeed...
Entomological Freedom Buzz-having heared it as... in its surroundings forgetting joy. because it is music-life-bringing earth-flying freedom door-opening out-heat is the ultimate door... in initializing rejection weightless landing on the window-down-to feel a mild-wave-absorb back-jumping grass-pulling which realization is that life is a short-life because it offered you and me a second chance to summer-enjoy and valiently survive winter-coming as freedom-life ending; buzzing around...
Metamorphic Entities Movement relay... archetypal-frequency patterns as they they are a force to its ones airwave-scattered saturation chromatic-rhythm darkness-shaping rejection-institutionalization a mindful-revolution while the acid-dreamer encapsulating synergy on an applied conception-twilight peculiar-exhibition for fiery-stars whirlwind, rotation from orbits its soul is reincarnated into a infinite-flames of presumed performance-heating-into vanguard-pantomime border-discourse unpredictable-symmetry in an appealing vivid-interpretations in an abstract-mirrored image-commotion as inconclusively relatable action-painting, as it has access to collapsible-costume moving-mistake disruption-series continuity-collapsing anthropomorphic-galaxy shape-contouring the brightest-reflections silhouette-reverb hallow of its unseen-light-stems and might be beaming-sparkles off the glass by window-cradle of an angelic-womb life-forming seeing-beyond its skin-mask as seductive nudity-gorgeousness and while its stoic-calm in a dignified-clown of a dramatic-excitement to which its external-staged was a black-box-falling to missing-thorns prickly-poison shadow-bouncing curtain-continuum antics dance-defect ambiguous-choreography acid-spiritual-essence when introduced to social-existence, when fairy-tale-color has wandered across the floor producing provocative-vision of the without-sinking-story-absence and naked-lyrical-curves when transendence-exhaling ghost-dream-inhaling gog anticipating believers imagination-deliberation creative-air through some application of false-awakening discovery new-or unknown-places unfamiliar-unknown-persons lost-things pioneer-gift was though a gift but solely non-conforming categories which is indicative of poetic-witnesses eye-candy-art, beauty-beholder imperfection-thriving depth perception which also led my thoughts toward extertrarestrial-misbehavior humanoid-body improvisation-from-proximate thought out-of-control-dynamically when casually occurred a chaotic-craving entertainment-appetite vibrance-spectacles could have been those honorbly and believed by contemporaries to be seculant-me-as their eye-candy... amusement-stickiness opposite-attraction acquired-taste tongue-melting teeth-licking, the fairly common-in-common non-descript ordinary-flavor could be boring-regretful death-taste, when acceptance-recreation can and does presents whimsical-discoveries stemmed from a hidden-dream-world echo-description delayed-absorptionincluding placemats...The luminous form of neutral time is embodied in a highly productive person and their neon light photograph, literally translating what the light-capturing camera captures. That sounds way too extraordinary than our mind could, or is able to encapsulate. Full of juxtapositions of story and image that warms the childlike wonder with urgency of thought that tomorrow has now arrived. Rather than the darkness, the light becomes synchronous and ever-present connecting to a mainstream subculture of movement, contestational and jovial or collective play. The frenetic energy and spirit occupy a time and space that can be seen as stupefaction to those who can see it. A bubble of activity, time, movements, state of being, exist outside of the mass, producing their steadily and profound connectedness, some might describe social conditions, but a thread connecting to grounding place of safety, protected freedom in solidarity, productive beauty gracefulness joy and laughter. DIURNAL METAMORPHOSIS
The experience of daydreaming crosses perception and reality to relay the messiness of truth which cannot be condensed into meaning. The state of dreaming acts like psychedelic experience and art which permits mind stimulation and breaking from normality and the obligation of a day-to-day work function. The universe tends to thinks through the ordinary things in the unknowable, the spirit of daydreaming provides exploration-and-meaning, spirituality in driving espoused passive energetic essence expressing impulse and intuition to create dreams which have possibly unearthing problematic and surprise creativity resolution defining destiny and control of undreamed dreaming existence proof creating...
CHROMATIC TRANSMISSION
As you close your eye while laying your body down in a converging restful hibernation your spirit enters now into lucid void pitch-black darkness as you are gazing into the curse of the violet acid light; crawling into brightness with an insatiable pulsating electricity blotching in your heart. A rhythm setting in your body while your mind is overtaken with shapes transforming into only the violet acid light while juggling suspension of belief while investing unconscious marvelous-images with chased magic cycling-aftereffects where in lost moment to losing moment while memory erases splendid day to day precious moment of distant and unfamiliar forgotten images and replaced with the fantastically vivid transformed remembered events as if they were originally only possible in dreams, or now explained as dream. Spine feeling the magic of the violet acid light, while asleep and any surrounding awakening in a temporal-like chaos only in forgetting death not real at all but memory in creeping dead-awake-between eye-opening of yet another day of violet acid light beyond death is surviving...
TECHNICOLOR TRANSCENDENCE
As you watch the grass grow and feel the breath of splendor filling the shape of your lung while engulfed in digital foliage of green. The earth finally rises to thinking nature while the gift of watering lends to a thirst-quenching experience of nutrient for the soul from the reality-simulation (fakeness) of transcendence of life as game lost while as the space killer weed hides in neon-acid-green like the earth is uncovering sun-xray in the liquid-tasting ground-soaking from precious flowers now medicine through ritual sacred worship in bathing the soul in neon-rainbow flower coloring pushing a cosmic unicorn dyeing in the glorious smoke feeling the burning skittle-sky rainbow and the fateful eye-glow shining in the neon mirror maze through the absolutely perfectly phenomenal electro-vision reflecting night in painting an acid dreamer-branding free dreaming in space-kill-land, that is an acid-dreaming colorfree neon-acid rainbow space-killer-greenage endlessly strung in the matrix of transcending...
MYSTICAL CHROMATIC SYNESTHESIA
The synchronized-metric of chaos sets in rhythm movement in chromatika saturation under dark-black acid magic into the bosnian-rainbow-abstraction effectively rolling like a growing snowball to escape each shape for constrasting-opaque-exposure while perceiving the glowing-force losing graceful control cascading through the body while feeling like magical-messiness wherein rationality is adorned in chaotic feedback and walking through the dark-crease of, albeit gently unfolding all this hallucination-portal like you are an imaginary world dreaming unsuspective-gains through the gates of a new impossible-world to identify and a further escaping of non-existence of human, identity, escaping representation which distorts hidden-dream world and articulates the illumination into the unknown through an answer-tapping and visual for non-objectivity into the meditative-state of self-examination through the story hiding in a new prediction-controlling with mundane dream-ness from the essence of acid, for new result and unexpected-sequence of untimely-images, while mind twirling the unpredictable-spell for rapture and the unforgiven beauty of meaning has been directed toward the good with the bad and through the ugly to a definite beautiful wave-shaping under a range of black-magic acid nature from the bosnia-rainbow acid dreamer, to ultimately uncovering the fine visitation of dream dreaming...