April’s Areal Arias

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April’s Areal Arias: Ellvassalo Pleasanstrand

“Novasum originus lusnam, iminam Beaulissimanlus”

I

April’s Areal Arias
Call on the sky to
Open up and flow
Downhill wetting
The kite in lights
Let it shine glisten
Photons be sonar
Notes vibrating
Knit away magic
Aralia laralia la la

II

And let it flow let it shoot out like oxygen
Flows through the airway into the lung into the heart
Into the oxygenation of bloods and the motional tide shooting outwards
The way the current flows of liquid fire living a red being an ocean-on-the-go
Towards the shores of mini island celleniums waiting to burn by tidal kisses
To light up life’s fires living and the motional fires light up an ocean
Beneath the physiognomy’s marquee in the darkness a nightbloom islands
A symphony of invisible light-fountains pulsating energies defining miracles
All be one one be all a union of fire-light-flows in a light-fountain-symphony
All one one all louisiana aralia laralia la la aralia laralia la la laralia aralia la la

III

From the Dictionary’s
Word-seed-house
You picked word-seeds
Like a blackbird picks seeds from a garden seed-feed set
You planted them onto your white paper-soil except they
Kept floating onto the wet tissues of my soul and I am the nursery of your words
I am now the keeper of all your germinated words abloomed an eternal spring
I am abloomed of your April’s Areal Arias and huts hats caps cups and gates are
All abandoned now for all now are afire in rhythm and pulses of growing windy
All one one all louisiana aralia laralia la la aralia laralia la la laralia aralia la la


IV

April’s Areal Arias
All now you and I
I and you all now
Motion and mind
Open-flow rising
Glisten and glow
A line of dynamics
Between our hearts
You the Aria Imsey
Aralia laralia la la

April’s Areal Arias: Ellvassalo Pleasanstrand

April: Sunday Poem: VII

The Day once was a Dawn
Opened up like an island
An occasion to jubilate on
The dawn dawned emerald

Out of aqua onto the hold
Of the space a wonder-olive
Green an orchard prospects
Radiance rose up ringing on

La sa ra na la sa la sa ra la
Sang the blue rang the lights
Footsteps run-abouts rising
Epic wonders ferned out silk

The sea the saw the serenade
Of wind and weather outer
And inner ice and snow all
All altered the altar of lights

The Dawn now is and is a
Pearl of a bloom a song of
A seek of soul’s pleasantine
I sing the Day the choral-rise

Yesterday the Day was doe
Today the Day is light-ocean
Tomorrow the Day is today
Sings eternity’s silver notes

Aralia laralia la la
For a resurrection luminous
For a resurrection laranskan
Aralia laralia la la
Immisian day immisiana day
Imsonium day imsiana day
Open and unwrap the presence
Rise like Woorboshie out of the ocean
Ocean I am all silver all sparkles your hold
Rise and open and unwrap the presence
Let the Universe loose and dance on my soul
Rise fall roll call flow and glow on my lights
Fall in the silver sheet of the night and stay still
Breathing like Venus Aphrodite you are the Earth
Aralia laralia la la
For a resurrection luminous
For a resurrection laranskan
Aralia laralia la la
Immisian day immisiana day
Imsonium day imsiana day
I imsimaiz yona yona yona
At all the imsidina hours
At all the minutes seconds moments
I am yours in the sun and rain and dry
In silence of the moon in the speech the solitude
I am the air the wind the weather the songs
For you and yours for you and yours

Immisian day immisiana day
Imsonium day imsiana day
Aralia laralia la la
For a resurrection luminous
For a resurrection laranskan
Aralia laralia la la

April’s Areal Arias: Ellvassalo Pleasanstrand

April: Saturday Poem: VI

From you I have only words of stamps
Make believe cars and impossible cold
Conundrums and Jacksonville in the US
Stayed far beyond the waters ice-stony

Almost an antic stove that does not work
Cold as the feet of Dolly the Sheep but I
Only tried to concrete out that what was
Unfathomable and drank no-water-dry

That what was made of a made up mirage
Filled in with only imagination-water that
Constantly kept on evaporating in the hot
Sands of mercury that doesn’t not rise but

Look in the eyes warning don’t look at my
Look at my silver attire for I am poison I
Can kill like the solid diamond like nitric
Acid-kiss on the thumb I still stood mute

Wonder-stoned by the flame quiet at the
Chemistry Lab silent frozen in time way
Beyond my reach way outside the frame
Or term of my understanding and sipped

That whitened blue a fluorescent light as
Cold as ice and an empty heart inside it
Staring at me where was hidden the seed
Of your prospect living and kicking on in

The areal me of areal you the Biology the
Botany the Genetics of Mandel or Statics
Or Dynamics of Newton all figured you
Out into my soul written you in my eyes

In their every expression in every year
In every sphere in every sheer in every
Near and far all I had years in folds and
Layers and strata you and you and you

You had become like a tattoo in my soul
Written in light in the dark depth of my
Being’s core and you fed the yellow bird
You watered words of the wind and sky

All I wanted to do was to be a lone Forest
Ranger not Police Officer or Tree Surgeon
Or Cricket Collector ticketing events that
Do not happen lights I’ve been in the dark

As for comedy blame Jean Paul Sartre for
I’d been closed to it since he spoke to me
And as though I made a promise to Jesus
Buddha or Moses or Mohammed I said it

That was comedy was not for me and I
Shall never made a joke of that what is
Sacred of that what is solemn and pure
And sublime and that of you and what

I did not know about and here I stand
Therefore I am who is no comediator
Nor do I do enterdrainment name me
What you may but I only sing words

The soul magic of words soul moons of
Only sacred words as I sing you and
I have made worlds full of words of
Of you and only of and for you and

You words that are the space around
You the Rose the Rhododendron the
Lily and here all are laid bare without
Pretence or prejudice I do not play but

Sing and I live run fall and flow for you
Without any hidden desire to make you
Laugh and in the process slaughter the
Bubbling beautiful symphonies of joys

Fishes silvered out in the monsoon rains
Catching my wonders and caught them
On serious fire and there were some with
Rainbows on their scales singing away in

Awesome fishety-silver flows of waters
Beautiful as micro-cosmic supernovas on
Display under transparent waters pierced
Through a mad mad sun smiling on white

All that takes flight only to a white page
Cold in the winter lit quiet in the night
I offer you all to show nothing is what
They ought to be unless you touch-taste

Once I drowned in pain and was at the
Emergency Department drowning in the
Dark unimaginable magnitude of it ready
I was to go but from there I was raised on

Again from the ocean of blue rained on in
Aralia light-blanco-paper like light and I
Woke up as though let go to carry on with
The watching of street contracts and waste

Of neighbours’ run around giving out titles
To people titles and lands all made up still
Walking on still a Forest Ranger in the head
Walking in the forest measuring the silent

Magnitude of grass-bend beneath my wet
Feet fed by the softening effect of the moon
Lights’ silk silentine expositions and working
To figure out the fragrance of soft wet earth

That rises through the canopy of milky grass
You are that fragrance of earth that I inhaled
I am the breathe of you for you have been the
Oxygen for me like the way the lake is in that

It does not know that it is being drunk by the
Quiet sky swimming away in its breast always
On all hours of days and all hours of night the
Sky drinks away the lake the lake the silent lake

What poem can I write for you of an April
Saturday the Saturn-ring-day the majestic
Ring day may I offer myself to be your ring
Royal silken like the Brandenburg concertos

Around your shape and shadow on always
Playing always on like the moon always in
The majesty of mercury silence always in the
Aralia spread holding you my breathe-note

Aralia laralia la la
For a resurrection luminous
For a resurrection laranskan
Aralia laralia la la

April’s Areal Arias: Ellvassalo Pleasanstrand

April: Friday Poem: V

One stands on in lights that write them
In shadow’s ink that forms a lack-light
Painting and between the shape and the
Shadow stands forty five degree an angle

Curving out one’s awareness-zone and
There goes one and there goes everyone
But I offer you three hundred and sixty
Degrees that I hold in my areal you see

Bellow the frontal awareness of now and
Behind the being all now inside me and
I walk to find you aewhere and bewhere
Ellwhere nowhere sowhere singing my

Speeches and speed and my scripts and
Scriptures and the weather changes and
Wind flows and the sun spells the days
And nights are sung in soft-moon-glows

And you still sing in my areal being that
Gives you more for the sphere of Earth is
Now shepered in my being the Universe
Has now sunk into the island of me which

Is stamped made shaded in by your name
I’m what you are only apart dysfunctional
In a powerful magnetic field the compass
Fails I long only only can I long loneliness

Away I sing but power does this have more
Than what is real for my soul only is when
It sings you only when reaching you it can
Bloom being the cause of your footfall-falls

Aralia laralia la la
For a resurrection luminous
For a resurrection laranskan
Aralia laralia la la

April’s Areal Arias: Ellvassalo Pleasanstrand
 

April: Thursday Poem: IV

In the hand of my brother in law
Socrates offered Hemlock early
I drank poison to riddle out pain
To live on to sing through dark

Found in lost corridors of cores
Of life Einstein’s nuclear fusions
Taking place naturally on oxygen
Things blooming on burning fire

Natural nuclear fusion is where
The ultimate becoming of energy
Nothingness touching a different
State of being of things beautifully

Fire light heat radiation people only
See the softer blooms yet fire brings
Pains burning but elemental it is for
Rising to sing and I have sung you

And here holding there like the lake
I offer you this spectrum of my home
From the cocoon of the night I will
Raise you the butterfly day at dusk

I will walk you home in scarlet sky
I will show you how you look when
Only you look in my eyes you-hold
And the night vigil of the moon and

The high tide of dark is yours to sip
Every day I will cocoon you at night
During day I will be wing-spread of
Your motional chores of being words

Of sounds and speech static electricity
Statics I will be around softly dynamics
I will in vibrations only and space will
Be the music singing your magnetism

I have both the hemlock and hyacinth
I have the ivy and ink I have the poison
And the nectar only of words whispers
I have the grid of being only prospects

All this and I am yours and all this and
Your are mine the spectrum of grass in
The meadow in the sun the kite flying
I am beneath your wings the air the sky

Aralia laralia la la
For a resurrection luminous
For a resurrection laranskan
Aralia laralia la la

April’s Areal Arias: Ellvassalo Pleasanstrand

April: Wednesday Poem: III

There are no Salisbury Clauses to be added
Here for this is no Balfour Agreement nor is
Proposed here a Social Contract of any kind
Or any colour put up for political twisting on

The matter is simply a serious one a concrete
Derivatives deriving from out of tune a heart
In pains illuminated on like the steam-flow of
The kettle boiling up a simple declaration it is

The simplest of thing is the hardest of parable
But here I propose the Wednesday Brief I am
Standing on wobbly log floating away on the
Current of the volatile river calling you on only

April is not Eliot’s month nor is it cruel in any
Form or shape but a space where rejuvenation
Takes a shape in your smile’s nothingness-form
April heard your voice held your light kicks up

April is where greening Eldorado comes to sing
What are golds pearls and emeralds and April is
Where Egyptian gold dusts darkens your eyes in
A light-essence of an elemental hyacinth spread

Here when I seek to soul out only sol and siesta
A fiesta of shapes and forms a symphony of all
Colours and norms and waving invisible oracles
That you house in your expressions and sounds

I thus name a place I thus form a shape I thus
Elaborate an impossible hold bubble-wrap of
A day around the cashmere skin of glistening
Waters over the ocean’s emerald drinking blue

And though I wonder why Coleridge set his
Ancient Mariner at a Wedding and why the
Speaker speaks to the wedding guest but can
Only call on guess works: it is the beginning

The test of the seed of the love of two to see
Whether they can fathom enough dark-moist
Enough rain-reach light-seek and all-care-core
To plant the seed and hold it grow and bloom

The April’s Brief not the Eliot plot but the soft
In between the cold and hot a temperate cell
Earth you are ready to be opened and sowed
Only lights only luminosity silk-songs seeds

Aralia laralia la la
For a resurrection luminous
For a resurrection laranskan
Aralia laralia la la

April’s Areal Arias: Ellvassalo Pleasanstrand

April: Tuesday Poem: II

Light rays pierce through
The swollen sieves
Of wounded space
Winding ringing
Open and calling

Can you hear the vibrating calls
Resounding in the air like
Incessant waves of wind
On your window
Open and see how
The earth is broken
Reshaped and remade

For a resurrection luminous
For a resurrection laranskan

A flowing down pour
Of screaming photons
A kite can barely rise
For all it is but a magnetic
Aqua light silver kiss

Infinite in abundance
Being now your clothing
Invisibly electrifying
Like your dreams
Where you flowed on
Like liquid butter
Honeyed-lights
Towards an open ocean
An aqua-sonnet of the port
You were elemental fluid jewels of motion

And it glistens now the way you do
In the sun lights broken in through
The awed window
After water sung your skin
Into a moist earth
That had received the lunar bites
In the full moon
Lunatic lingua franca
Parisian skyline my eyes
You beneath the soul-diamond night
My Niuley Pleasance speech
In only the letters of your name

And you tremble in scarlet whispers
You who know the knowledge of
Pains the causative effect of wounds
For all we do in life is managing pains
They will tell you that always they will

But I have always whispered in your ears
The ears that they never saw or acknowledge
That life is not just masterminding pains
Though I have sung it all always in every breath
But transposing them with expressions of joys

And thus here I call upon the wounds
Of my touch and yours to offer us magnitude
Of magnolias of roses and rhododendrons
And lilies and crocuses and words and silences
Of your smiles gestures touches fires and sounds
I shall call you a shoal of joys in quivering dark
A birth of impossible motional plentitude of being
And you are no longer word-rich and I am the word
And I am a word-poor but you are my word-world

But I will wound you like your fingers do mine
Like the way wind does a flower
Like the way the earth opens in a volcanic rise
Like your fragrance pierces my soul
Like you’re the monkey you keep on your eyes
I will wound you with only the explosions of rains
Of that what can not be bought or sold or found

I bring you piercing of a different magnitude
I open you to close so the us-house is where
The Universe is made on a smile on your face
And its metre is spread in the look on your eyes
Signify England in a nutshell by your breath
Multiply the Earth in just a single name name

Either way we elect to abandon the pain-polemic
That they try so hard to teach us so much
To break us to brick us to wreck to crack us

Pick up the violin of my body and soul
And heat the strings hit the notes of
All your silences of all these silent eternities
And play yourself a book in which I flow an eternal brook

I carry you drinking your space and sparks
All the way till I have played out all
The nine heavens of blue-diamond-white
In the floats of pure lights
On the boats of velvet dark
Till the time has learnt all the songs
Of you that I will have sung of you

Aralia laralia la la
For a resurrection luminous
For a resurrection laranskan
Aralia laralia la la

April’s Areal Arias: Ellvassalo Pleasanstrand

April: Monday Poem: I

In the dark when
An aeroplane
Flies past above
Leaving only resonance
Of weaving out sounds waning on

On the roof darkness
Blankets you and the sky
An ocean of lack of lights
You wish only to hold the moon
But the dark-curtain’s cruelty has claimed the lunar presence

Close your eyes
Eyes closed opens a window
Window fitting the moon
There where lights always
Call you silver sing you laurels
Of your heart beats keep your eyes closed and inhale the mercury of my longing

In the dark when
You are alone and
Silence creeps at you
Eyes water only garden of sorrows
Feel the dark around you a shawl of me

When the world and its business mean nothing
When only the emptiness fathoms you into a raw stare
When everything is all sand and sandy dry and dusty
When all taste tasteless touch rough reach hard and smell wrong
Close your eyes touch not but open your ears and listen to the air whispering
Like the sonar snowfalls of wishes to touch you silk motional you are within
Long arching ringing out an arcadia you are now in the water of me swimming

Aralia laralia la la
For a resurrection luminous
For a resurrection laranskan
Aralia laralia la la

April’s Areal Arias: Ellvassalo Pleasanstrand

A Statement of Arealism

Eileen from Longsight or Short

Dorothy Day

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