Welcome to Cerulean Nocturne, an experimental poetry blog. You will find manual writings of invented language here. Delve in and undergo a journey behind the oblique mask of formality. Discover brand new forms of poetry. Associate your own hidden meaning from these Rorschach texts. Dare to plumb the depths. (Awl poured seas sub decked to pain and coffee rights belong exhumed and free circa twenty fifteen to the Scribblenaught.) Winsome tale. Luzum mind.

December 8, 2013

REMONIC DEFLECTORS





An argument takes one single person.
Make no mistake about it, it takes two
to agree.  To communicate is to swim.

Beware of the domino effect when water
mills return solutions just as clear and yet.
More bitter than before.  It means some

one is about to be born via post patho 
logical caesarian and just the air between
us can be damaged forever so take care.   

Wear your Remonic Deflectors when 
stepping inside someone's parlor for tea.
Remember how at first you already agree.  



OVERSEEN SIGN LANGUAGE


"We entered corrosive identifiers until the normally
constructed wall's veneer was finished, yet take a look."

"Here it is despite this tired distance."

"The minutest of fissures appear dimmer than one could imagine."

"One of the turrets over this fortress falls apart even
as we fluent in rotting smiles continue securing it."


December 5, 2013

DREDGING FOR STANZAS

Abandon losing the act of no longer stopping 
to not pretend you don't mind and start to begin 
realizing that eventually you'll learn to discover 
that all you continue to do is care, so join up with 
the rest of the achievers and get with the program
primed to execute an array of exercises necessary 
to continue the process of keeping us mindful about 
prolonging our self-awareness toward behaving 
naturally after having lost everything we've known. 

Discover finding the dream of still starting to act 
like you care and stop to finish casually that which
you'll never forget to lose so nothing you cease doing 
becomes wary, just fall away down without the left 
over losers and escape from the grind to cancel one 
excuse possibly to stop the development of freeing 
their apathy in no way related to concluding their 
environmental awareness away from acting funny 
before not having found anything they've forsaken. 

Forget misplacing the reality of never ending to 
behave in earnest and start to begin apprehensive 
that you'll always remember to find everything you 
undertake is careful, so fly up and out with the 
proper under dogs and be trapped in the country 
to start another justification improbably to begin 
deteriorating the trapping of your own ambition 
in a manner similar to beginning that self-awareness 
toward behaving normal after possessing all that's lost. 

Remember to store fantasies of always beginning to
jokingly misbehave and finish ending oblivious to that 
which you'll seldom forget to misplace, for any thing you 
give up by acting careless will sink down and drown 
with the wrong hungover losers, so feel free in the city 
to end another personal bias in all likelihood stopping 
the construction of freeing that hopelessness in a way 
different from ending their ecological reverie from 
acting strangely before losing purely nothing found. 



July 1, 2013

GRAVITATIONAL
MICROTEXTING


In a single sticker shining
Flinthatledamnsteadering
She wooed twelve dudes that 
Didn't even suit her it was ludicrous
Because they weren't her suitors either
And I understand a blithering idiot
Couldn't comprehend the wind any more
Than a scientist really does because
Only the wind's wife understands him,
Sure, I get that, Sheiza won
Aftrygot allapin hoodwinked
Uvver coursewah stillwitched




April 26, 2013

SHOUT THROUGH AN IRIS

For another certain pea shot trounced
could the mother of another ounce
be stimulated on a pleasant scene
for the barren empty cakewalk dream
because a tiny person in day walks
couldn't richard their potential quarks.

In a manner of another do you
see the simple ins of grain furrowing
in slipping funnels of pulled down gravity
entrenched in love; what are any of us in the
trick of this pullet supposed to wanna bet if the sun
won't make it to the curb yet, and how are the shades
going to make themselves heard if they're outbid by a word?




MESHPASSER



"Frontier called, huh.

It yawned after it

swallowed, is all.

Try exploring it--

you will collide

off an absent wall

--a pixilnation bleached

in the noise matrix."


~


humax 

[husherring in a just provision 
with this introduction of a viral meme
set for self propagation with extreme
results to manifest in the far flung
future when we're long gone and sung]








INGVLIVUS ADDO

addandum encorum esta vlish menta
porcevido encontradus apparante durantienos
cholestorados debajo los cielos azules cambiandonse
en rapidamente encontrandose subrellens de colores
azul durante posiciones entimadas en addiccion
de lastimas durante suenos pasados nunca
olvidaron aun que cuanto tiempo paso
durante encontrando las mejores
memorias del mundo nuevo