Poetry is everywhere!

Poetry is one of the ultimate forms of expression. I enjoy writing poems because I get to be creative, spontaneous, and mysterious. I also have a chance to forage through my deepest thoughts, my dreams and nightmares and my sub-consciousness. In one sense poetry is a stew of words, and feelings; it is a reflection of our physical worlds, the facades we put up, our fears and triumphs, our desires, fantasies, and tragedies.

However, poetry is not restricted to a sonnet or a love poem or a bunch of rhyming couplets; poetry is everything around us: it is music, lyrics, it is the humming of a car engine, it is a cook that chops up vegetables in a kitchen; it’s a wrongly convicted person trying to clear his name; it is a single mother trying to make ends meet; it’s a janitor cleaning out bathroom stalls; it’s an entrepreneur making a new business; it’s a bear eating a salmon; it’s a fight between two men vying for the attention of an uninterested woman. Poetry is all around us.

Poetry is what we do and how we express ourselves. Writing a poem is one facet of poetry. Poetry should not be restricted to the act of writing but should be released like a butterfly and be allowed to be interpreted in the way an ‘artist’ (all of us) sees fit!

The collaboration of two minds...

A while a ago my friend and I collaborated on a cool poem via email. He wrote a few lines and then I wrote a few lines. We have a similar style, so it meshed nicely! Check it out....

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the grinding mouth of time,
the night, a quiet word that is broken
and nothingness sets in oblivious of every
corpse that has come and gone
An entity of silence is whispering
the secrets of an unborn prophet,
belated dreams, an exodus of deceased
is already heading to a place beyond reality
and the tears of unborn angels urinate
their dreams and ambitions through
the wild agonies of unrelated pasts-
unforgiven, and left, to become abortions
dried by the bitter winds under the wounded
moon of a lost winter's night
which merciless spreads its rage
against the impious that are running away
with their naked dreams
towards the precipice of truth,
the ultimate truth, fugitives of the Pandemonium
in search of the forbidden wisdom,
harsh and sordid as the last dance of a gypsy
on a puddle of blood and tears

Brian Trota / Fermin Gonzalez

A poem I would like to share with you....

A couple of years ago I won a Valentine’s Day writing contest. I enjoyed writing the piece and not to mention the trip to Cuba that I got as first place winner! The poem below was originally published in the Tantem/Corriere Canadese here in Toronto back in 2005. I hope you enjoy it!

ENDLESS

Sensual expectations
enthralled in cosmic lucidities,
enraptured hopes caught in the moon’s
dribbling spells
drifting along the moon-laced streets
dreaming of unexpected love
beyond tragic nights—

In a transfixed gaze holding beating
bodies exasperated for eternity in ecstasy
through the emaciated signs of time
and brooding years—

Soothing flesh of heaving thoughts
confronting the morning sun
with unquestioned love;
the roots that appear in open doorways
never come adjust on the lenses
of eternal sanctuaries left to pray
beyond the horizon abyss,
the sleeping embers of the dying night—

Now come creep through
the labyrinth of unabashed
ecstasy and leave no questions asked—
the hours have come to hold
the flesh of time silent and calm
until the breathing of the sycamores
melt towards the infinite drive
of time and becomes
one with the fading stars
within the endless night

Brian Trota

The Abyss and Poetry

I think the world is a dark, chaotic and sometimes evil place, but there is beauty. Beauty is found by constantly wading through the trash heaps of our minds and our consciousnesses. There is so much to live for, so much to learn and understand, yet us as humans sometimes try to block this type of important progress. And that is the garbage we must way through.

In my writing, I try to find slivers and pieces of different worlds and dreams and nightmares. I stick them together by using unusual word combinations and sentence fragments and off-rhymes. Poetry is a lightning bolt of passion, emotion, and sub-consciousness vomiting from the brain at a hundred miles an hour. Poetry is an expression of a moment and time that can never be duplicated. It is of that moment and that is why I dislike editing with the poem after it has been created (aside from cleaning up spelling or at odd times grammar.)

I also love to bombard the reader with a deluge of thoughts, expressions, words, feelings, emotions, ideas, and images. In a few sentences, I want to jam-pack it and fill it with many emotional-bombs so that when the reader picks it up and reads it, they hopefully feel over-whelmed and exhausted. It’s supposed to explode into their face, body, and mind. Oh no, I don't want to sound like another writer that tells you how to think when reading his/her work. That's how I feel and want to accomplish.

However, it is up to the reader to find what they want in the work. It is upon to the reader to throw away what they want and keep what they find as truth or beautiful or useful in the text. It is upon to the reader to become the new writer of the text that has been given to them! So welcome to the abyss. Please chime in whenever you desire to!

Thanks for dropping by and favourite this page! You'll always find some new, wonderful, strange, and exciting!

Brian

Introduction to the Abyss

Thanks for dropping in!

I created this blog for several reasons. To blog some of my thoughts and feelings about writing. I have been negligent for several months now and intend to use this blog to get the ball rolling in regards to writing. I really enjoy writing both poetry and fiction, especially horror. I don't know how to really characterize my poetry-style, but I would say it is a mix of surrealist and impressionistic. My poetry is heavily influenced by artists especially from the surrealist and German impressionist school. My favourite artists include Egon Schiele, Edvard Munch, and Gustav Klimt. As for my favourite writers, well that is a very, very long list. However, they include Hermann Hesse, Henry Miller, Fydor Dostoyovsky, Knut Hamsun and as for contemporary writers they run the gamut of Stephan King, Richard Laymon, Shaun Hutson--mostly authors in the horror genre. Now for poetry! I don't read too much poetry but some of my favourites are John Keats, Edmund Spenser, Leonard Cohen, and in my humble opinion one of the best of all time, the great Rumi.

Thanks for visiting!
Brian