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No. 3229.2

Levitate. By CpSingleton © 2016

Strip me naked,

Right down to the bone,

Until my tattered skin 

Feels lost to the sun;

Freeing my essence to 

Levitate above my 

Ambition:

Enticing it upwards

In a spectacular

Light of expression. 

Onwards I’ll go,

Through damp

Refreshing cloud streams,

With the tiny droplets 

Singing inspiration;

Replacing harsh screams 

And the worthless 

Need to seize and grab

Every small thing that we see,

Like land and other

People’s property,

Whilst being given special 

Names to fit their positions

Such as

Governmental politicians.

No nomenclature for

My newer higher eyes

Up here though:

I’ll have to throw my own in!

And at the same time

Pissing off our  

Linnaeus and Bauhin.

If they weren’t already 

Higher than me and

Giggling like girls at

My colourful metaphor.

On I’ll go, arms aloft,

As no molecule should

Restrict my 

Upward momentum.

No lack of atmosphere 

Should drag my

Imagination back

To arid, common ground.

Primitive coital explosions.

Dark soul disruptions.

Fractured laughing notions.

Spinning mental corruptions.

These all call me onward 

When round shoulders

Shrug like 

Crippled thoughts.

Tender ifs

Over precarious cliffs.

Set my juices flowing.

The language noose

Letting loose. Their 

Plastic realities showing.

These are the 

Centrefolds

That excite me.

Yet they have

No need for colour or

Social definition

And

No demanding 

Parent-like led ambition.

Because these 

Are my diamonds.

Can you feel it?

Can you hear 

The new train

Screeching in?

Can you?

I can.

Even from up here.

This is the 

Fresh force that

Drives us forth.

This is the bright light 

Spewing with salvation 

Into our shadowed tunnels.

This is the levitation

Of the Egos:

The opening of the doors.

We should allow them 

Through,

Dearest Athena:

Let them in

Whatever you do!

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About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

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