http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/65340-rumi-the-book-of-love-poems-of-ecstasy-and-longing

"Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry, I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all."

Other excerpts also used from same book, Tales of Ecstasy and Longing 

find more original work at;
(twtter.com/mindlessmumbles)
or, more original work at (www.soundcloud.com/briefencounters)

2. ECSTACY AND LONGING. Who Says Words With My Mouth.

For They Are No Good! - An Original.
Perch. Water Moccasin Sunrise. MMC2017.
Original Poetry. Stoneface.

-
"a perch too high, thought this little bird
and so i took the lower. 
it was a sunrise after all, and i being the earliest,
awoke before even the hunt had.

“oh boy!” said a small moth to his mother, 
i recall excitement for past times. 
i recall a small tint in the window of my mother’s household, 
i recall the bedside and
how so many glass-crystal horses could have kept a glass woman so busy

quick! 
there’s a dew drop! 
and a whisper.
---

and for a while there i forget to breathe."

find more original work at;
(twtter.com/mindlessmumbles)
or, more original work at (www.soundcloud.com/briefencounters)

FTANG!

3. TO BE A FOREST.  Perch // BRIEF ENCOUNTERS

"I create time
I cannot create time
I’m frozen in place
I cannot be frozen
I’m moving but don’t notice
I notice me moving, I pay attention
To the small yet immense yet
Small movements that guide
My limbs, my hair growth, my joint oils
I don’t think about it
I don’t feel it either
I don’t have emotions right now
I see films of divine quality
I don’t see any films
This black
This not black
To me I am
I am not to me not
I walk with this hollowness
I walk with this blooming
I’m moving outward forever
Onward eternally inward
I create all objects like shampoos
And cats, I create nothing
Like space and antimatter
I resign to the clocks that keep time
I surrender to the clocks that don’t keep time
I’m sure about it, the color white
I’m not sure about it, what is word?
Oh, the loops and unloops
Destiny unfolds in my knees
I eat breakfast to begin the day"
- ZUBAIR AHMED


I was driving, somewhere, aimlessly, running out of gas and data on my cellphone, and i played some old memories. some birds sang, some chords were harmed or delivered wildly, and my voice was found on many. at the top, this rose. 
i found it here- 
Destiny unfolds in my KNEES.


find more original work at;
(twtter.com/mindlessmumbles)
or, more original work at (@briefencounters)

5. TO ME I AM TO ME I AM NOT TO ME NOT. i eat breakfast to begin the day

Root.AAF

inspired by a free-write by (instagram @curmodgeon);
music written in f; for the Woodpecker.
poetry written for healing, 
learning logic and layering and how to relate to anything else, again.

"may all i think and feel 
turn an enemies wheel

you’ll take what you have given
sadness, despair, loneliness sleeplessness-
take the emotion so nothing else compares

your career and motivation will burn
to light the path

like deviled locks of black
i will seize this day like the last
and take my problems where they root
to gift to you

the home we shared 
will always bear the dream of inferno

may the day     of my suffering surmise
to where your tension rests-
in my shattered dreams and in between

may you never again turn green  thinking of me
and all that we had seen 
of our kingdom."

- - - - - - - - - - - 
thinking of me, and all that we had seen in our kingdom

find more original work at;
(twtter.com/mindlessmumbles)
or, more original work at (@briefencounters)

6. THE ROOT. the dream of inferno

I’m your worst nightmare come to life
I’m a girl who you can’t shut up
There’s not a gag big enough can handle this mouth
I’m gonna tell everyone what you did to me
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
I was having this dream
Where there was this doctor
And I was on a conveyer belt
And I was going by really really slow
And I’m nine years old
And it’s really tiring
And I’m really sleepy
Sleepy
Sleepy
Sleepy
Sleepy tired
And I’m laying on the conveyor belt
And I’m going by really slow
And there’s this doctor
And he’s looking down at me
And I’m looking up at him
And he’s looking down at me
And I’m looking up at him
And he’s looking down at me
And he inspects
Every single girl as they go by
And we’re on this island
And so it’s not a part of the rest of the real world
It’s separate from the rest of the real world
And because it’s an island
And I’m nine years old
And the only things I’ve learned are off of TV
I think everybody else
Like all of the girls on the conveyor belt
Are gonna be brown
And I’m the only white one
And I’m going by
And I’m going by
And I’m going by
And he looks down
And he inspects them
He inspects them
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
And then finally he comes to me
And he stops
And he looks down
And I’m looking up at him


kathleen hanna , a found sound, something inspired by a painting i've been working on recently

The Middle Of The Night in My House//Experiment1//NOTHING ELSE FILLS

Project 1

I’m your worst nightmare come to life
I’m a girl who you can’t shut up
There’s not a gag big enough can handle this mouth
I’m gonna tell everyone what you did to me
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
I was having this dream
Where there was this doctor
And I was on a conveyer belt
And I was going by really really slow
And I’m nine years old
And it’s really tiring
And I’m really sleepy
Sleepy
Sleepy
Sleepy
Sleepy tired
And I’m laying on the conveyor belt
And I’m going by really slow
And there’s this doctor
And he’s looking down at me
And I’m looking up at him
And he’s looking down at me
And I’m looking up at him
And he’s looking down at me
And he inspects
Every single girl as they go by
And we’re on this island
And so it’s not a part of the rest of the real world
It’s separate from the rest of the real world
And because it’s an island
And I’m nine years old
And the only things I’ve learned are off of TV
I think everybody else
Like all of the girls on the conveyor belt
Are gonna be brown
And I’m the only white one
And I’m going by
And I’m going by
And I’m going by
And he looks down
And he inspects them
He inspects them
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
It was the middle of the night in my house
And then finally he comes to me
And he stops
And he looks down
And I’m looking up at him


kathleen hanna , a found sound, something inspired by a painting i've been working on recently

- - - - - - - - - - - 
I’m a girl who you can’t shut up


find more original work at;
(twtter.com/mindlessmumbles)
or, more original work at (@briefencounters)

7. The Middle Of The Night in My House//Experiment1//NOTHING ELSE FILLS

Found Sound Collection taken over the years 2015-2019. MP3's pulled from public domains, poetry by Melissa Lozada-Oliva (Filmed by Button Poetry) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=me4_QwmaNoQ 
A welcome to a visual landscape, presented in audible translation. 
    Adventure Films- Coming Soon

Stoneface - xx

8. walkin - 3:19:19, 5.51 PM [Adventure Films]

Blessed Are The Weak (For They Are No Good!)

"FTANG" is a project started in January of 2015 by Mindless Mumbles Creations. It is a project to celebrate poetry/prose that inspires artists by incorporating spoken word (chosen by the artists) into originally composed music. "Blessed are the Weak" is the equivalent of a "Vol. I". Volume 2, titled, "Adventure Films", is being actively produced starting in January 2019. 


For more information on the artist, please email:
mskarzinski@gmail.com

A Mindless Mumbles Creation
Collaborative Project
StoneFace2015

(For They Are No Good!)

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