Voss Felvarg - Fourteen G's

1
No? No Ay E. No Ayour. No Ay-Ay. No Ie-Ie.

Sincere conscious desperate question 
in moving of storms
To delightness of ill literated and diplomed

Simply got mattered in answer divinest 
Coining the passages
From the patterns to the samples

The core is forgiving

No? No Ay E. No Ayour. No Ay-Ay. No Ie-Ie.

2
I would be good
If in the wood 
Will be concluded -
with the laughing gas-light and the lighter

I will be good
If all the rolls 
Around in roar of temption
Are all the others 
as in the hot place spot is going up to the sun 

I should be good
If tearing is the verb of honour
For the greater Pluck of heavens ground and feet
And something really under and inside
Which spills for animals and spoils for the hole
From it to bring another one

I shall be good
If romance of the cadaverous 
Will be stratal in every way
And honest by hands will be rolling the line 
After coming
In the spontaneous 
riddle and tease - puzzle knot ease

3
C L A S P - tch...
Tight the screw - Loose the screw
Turning Right Up - Turning Left down 
On the back - On the chest 
Jerking - the motion is so
Water incoming out of 
And opened for bigger of air that there is

Aloof Luan Luau

Only the Lubb-Dubb Important

4
Give and Take 
Take and Give
Dance

Little whistle at the right side 
- doodlin'
Little whisper at the left side 
- jammin'
Hand Shake - Scatting

Chick of the knee
Flick of the wrist
Dance

Eye-swing at the right side
- Allurement
Lip-Eat at the left side
- Enticement
Ruptile Rupture - The Eruption

Voss Felvarg - The Whorl

PREFACE

I picture the nocturne

As forest-bizarre

With the trees

Which are child-like

And a dove as a hiker

There is man and a craft

In the fly over field

Which opens for hand

To carry in corner

Some mud.

ROAM

"The ride

On a bell

On the way

Of the flow...

The hang

As hundred

Of one

on the side

of the moth..."

   Mouth stops.

At the very close

   To the night:

In the hoary -

The Carnage -

Shake to the hanging! 

Walk to the Face - the picture - figure -

Turn to the way

under voice of ever -

Drowning the top

Killing the criers.

Clouds come

By the fire

As a Wish -

As trap-trea-sure.

Cul-De-Sac

Tuning the voice

While freezing

Wide circles dance -

Mirage

Echo of the stepping...

...Water -

And in the dream -

The wire

Moves to oblivion

To fight the sweet

By the wave:

Picture moves

And longing

Night -

Glass

Floats in the rhythms:

...

SWUNG

Up there to come down -

The colour to the air -

Blue Painful body

Which can look like the sun.

Tremb-ling on two legs

Before the wall of the he-ads tsss.

Up there - come down

Sharply - coiling

Into - Body

From the

Scree

From the scree

The grey face is watching

And watching.

From the scree...from the scree...

The grey face is watching-

-Watching-Watching -

Flavour -

Clowning -

Pitching -

In the wave

Of the body

With help

Sheer clay -

Empty-ness

Enter the-

Enter the face - with One down.

So Time is sur-faced by the logs

And it's crazy

Watch skies - and sun...

MONO NO AWARE

Higher - in the eyes

There's love

Walking - behind the wheel

And condemning

With mercy:

Feeling the rush

From the down.

Delecto the silence

And f-ly inside

Fair with the wind

In the Rupture

Counting the doors

With the halos

PILGRIMAGE

Something high

Is in the eyes -

Desire to walk there

With the legs

That covered by the shoes

To put them near the wheel,

May-be behind,

And judge it by the way

To make it feel

The mercy

Of the rolling down

WOBBLE

Dancers cast the paint

And so they draw

The street

Where figure stands

In chains of smoke

With the Vivaldi-sound

They dance

And so they sleep

They laddle out

And try to pull

Up from the brink

Something exhausted -

In the rave

Their bodies in the eerie

Go flirt with angels

Finding names for them

Pinching their backs

While they're punching their chests

In severe attack

Try stride and walk

To stay and rest

Exhausted - making antics

From the flows and strings

With something

Always lit and frolic

Paltry-paltry:

The read and Play

Of the Big Come in

And sucking corollas

Decide to pack up

Like all the matter

Insuring and orienting

Making body open

For the meddle

And juxtaposing it

Like way

Where all collect the money

From the ground

And bring the mad

In dazzle

To Stage the bed

And in the bed -

The unpredictable

And Imminent

And unconquerable

Attacking glitter

In anger and denial

In bargain and depress

Accepting standing in the Just

And closing in on monument

Comparing fantasies

And their veils

Handling the rough

And singing

More or less itself

RUMBLE

Blue burns

'cause white

is on the riot.

It's bored

And it can stab.

While calling

Brand new jazz,

So hateful,

It can't fail as a bomb,

It clamps

And clamps like rock,

It's hatelull,

And it can't fail

As a tune -

Not down

Like death or glory -

Walking in jazz,

Walking on sidewalk,

Working and waiting,

By hear-t and min-d.

Calling the rocks

To lead the waltz

Of the rebels.

The beat is crooked

And the lightnings strikes into the corner:

They talk so crazy -

And this talk sounds like sin

Of back

In the calling of the skin

To come and surf and slip

As a parade

To Jam delights.

And later,

With the rock

In the hand,

Going to the red

And Listening

How door

Can sound like guitar:

A drop with groove

Stopping this world

In the magnificent dance -

Confused and cool.

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Pash

In Pash
The lips
Are making shapes
And tongue is
ground of the back
Immense
So vast

"Yo Yo
Bum Bum Bum
Dum Tha-dum"

And voice
Is humming wildly deep
And roaring
Gloriously

With gloria
Behind
And halo
Above

A storm
The Blizzard
Tempest
Gale

Oh, has blown
And Rest
Is falling as the snow

It's hurls
it tosses
Chucks
And throws
Itself
To Borehole
Stripped and
To prospect

What will be there?


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Example of the film imagined by the music of Link Wray

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Example of the film made of edited parts of the film found on Youtube

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Scene Twenty

Voss Felvarg - Ceremony

Slumber and reverie
Never end - in truth
The senses
Choose the time
Like person
With doubts and denial

The ceremony
With the Temptation
For the place
Where everything is going to green
With hurt
And cries and whispers meshed
- - -
In Consent
All Stand
Silent faces
Ecstasy leaves them alone
Blue with some sand
Confused like thieves
And lonesome for the kill
- - -
Vigilantes
In love - kissing
Watching time at night
Sunrise make the elegy
And faces up
The shellshock - shame
That let the hike
To the salvation
Between vultures
- - -
The victim
More, more, more
Goes

Ain't born again
But singing thrill
And humming sweet
- excited

The chain
And silver string
At night
Are singing with the Guitar
- - -
It is like paradise
And As it is
When it was
Like paradise
Breaking the way bizzarely
By dust
Then counting
Touched by the hand
Their faith
- - -
Time to make the way
Of rounds of love and guilt
Where all will run and vanish
To lines - in marsh - in motion
Regretting
About the price
The ruined and offended
Lying to time
And changing it
By avanlanche.
The crystal
Running wildly
To turn
In vicious streak and notion
- - -

To celebrate the time
The Flies come to the fruits
To en-joy them.

The Wheel is on the way -
And setting free the water
For the eyes
And the heart calls it "sea"
With the wave
Which is throbbing in swamp

With
Caressing -
Condemning -
Glad

Feeling the rush -
How It strips the wheel:
Bizarrely,
With the pleasure,
Taken from the razor
The revolves like the door
In opening of the secret

Be-hold

-

Now hear
How rocks fall
On the horses
How they fall down
With love
In knowing everything
And Travelling like a gypsies -
Catching the beat
And making the music -

...
Rain comes
Within it
The sound of gospel
And rain turns to the smoke

It's yelling, so contrary
Making the lock for the door
In the tango
Turning out the light
And leaving it
In the deserted deep
Where sky would bring the rain
Which will fall down
Like paper on the plants
Like drink
And piching
Singing like a swan
At night and shaking
Dizzy La
Landing in chains
In waltz
Laughing and crying at smoke
That flow
Then fly from wave
Of sunchine

Voss Felvarg - ":C:"

1

One hundred years
Of hanging the figure
Of head in the cold
And in break
In demise and temptation

Reflection play the sound
Of a forest
At journeys night
And Grind the eerie thing to the hook
And then fire imagines
Face of the hero on tail
in cry, fading smiles
Jumping
In passion
Accurate - halt
Reflection digs

Opens the high
Green edge
For the trust of the cut

2

Dog shakes the bird
Wall wails
And dressing up like pillar
Pig is in the mirror
With fruits, fish and bones

Between them - blood
Pushes in six different ways
The scream - The screw - the sink

In kiss catches torture
Then warms the snake sleeping
Making picture on a plain
As dance for lullaby
As pray for fascination
The water deepens

4

Shadow
In fear
Of too much
Of the magnificence
Of the citizen

5

Hearse the night
Seduce the scape
Rock to the body
Blob to the Mask

Predator in the dream
Is judging the blow
In the darkness

Erasing the blessed
With the scorpions

6

The visit
From the clouds.

The Conversation
Of three colours.

...
Not Reconciled:
Ooze-Trickle outrage -
...
A throw of dice.

Hear -  the wind
It sparkles.
Cry and Silence.

Look closer -
Blood.
In the rounds
of Red and White

The bells are going
To the tree
To ring cantata
...
Then Rhapsody at dawn
And walking backwards
At waltz of blue.
It will be grey stone.

Omega-Omega

7

To earth with heart
And water on a plate.

With wings -
Evasive and elusive -
The mask
On edge
- the black.

That black Admires The Red

And light consents - the splash
The restless colours - radiant
Pain-tss the eyes
And storming silently
Unquiet point
The light - their love and silence
Then spells
Black-white-and-gray
The line of grace
...
The edge
Now in the mirror -
as a pearl.

8

Blank rides
To orbit
Which is bed
For the unmade
Who rests
As vortex

9

In Antedate -
Give me the peril-
And Reverie...

In still mirth and
In precious grope
To strip
And walk...
and walk...
and walk...

Becoming island
Where stars blow
With wish to die
As puppets in procession

The dreamy Voices
Fabulously Shouting
Muff-and-Muff
At sun and rainfall

15

The heart and the glass
The heat is between them -
Parallel lines
Congest the gorge -
And the Tide
Goes through it.

Rapture -
Faces
Walk and follow
All that dark...

16

A man walks down
The staircase,
Passing a window
And looking in:

Woman is standing,
drying her hair
And a towel
Covers her face.

The door opens
Bringing the emptiness
And the jar.

17

Like the lightning and the rope
The heart
Can Hold
Can hold the lake on the side
And give the sweets
Together with the time

To ascend
With the will
In play of grounds
- blue murder and smear,
The Fits
-ent and terse
In chant
To teach the beauty
To the bodies
Loosen into air

Like blossoms
They hear the kick
And think about the flood
The water on the border - talk
And captivate the blood by shame
While getting closer
To be the burden

19

Dawn
Covered
Turns to red
And apostates
To sun

It comes to be the storm
Of fire and wrath

In twilight
Incursion

uprising

20

Out
Bliss Rising
Sun at Night
Red and Blue
As Heart

11

The tune survives - in mean and broken
Happened the shake - and lost the telling
Got Some Outside - in G Ain't Quit It

Every day - the sight gets sight
And still it hums so sweet
Boogie and thrilling with chains

Beware, beware - just like the woman boogie
Buzz and Choo-Choo
Knock and kiss and roll
Down and out - riding
Long long long - to key
And worried
Beating like a hammers
Holding the shine and the rain

And making love and laughter - To leave the Fall
And know the peace - and making no
The action - speaking loud - and bet on top
Reflecting honour - by the word
And wishing the string - for sentiment
And crossing the wonderful

12

The Burning
Makes a hit
Pricking the ears
And get laid
Grifting and snapping

22

Wonder!
Fa Fa Fa!
La La Lee!
Fledging high so simple
Like a Ballet - In a boat

Moon comes
As nothing sacred
Flows slowly
By the desire
Of whip and apology

78

Pouring ashes
Spending frug
Seeing hustle
In the rhythm
On the nice face
Sweet and in cry
Going Going Going

Voss Felvarg - long-three-poem with the big spliff

The Dreams

Stop
For a minute -
The dream rushes...
- - -
1.
The string
Is hidden
In the mountains

2.
The puppet
Swims
To wild and brave

3.
Book turns
Before the night falls

Tongue falls
Into the smoke rings

4.
Red dress
Made from the wings.

Birds are blue -
They are observing lily white
And talk
Because it keeps them.

5.
One voice...

...
11.
The Countenance -
Rabble and Punch -
Heads
Of man and woman
Have a banquet.

Like animals
They bloom on it.

12.
Time
On walls - on table -
And on arms

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SC 1

1.
Razed stone
Is free to bleed
In vale

2.
Unwind -
Rotates and spinning -
Advent of Sunshine

3.
The ship
Is passing fire
And crying blue.

4.
The Errand
Jams the drone -
The midnight lightning

5.
Stars play
With laughing one
Earth full of mirrors
That drift
With the night birds

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SC2

In cert
The Taste
Sails

Happy and glorious
- pulls down the curtain
On the box

People know what they are
They should be happened as dogs

Apollo is absent
As present
For rivalry
-
The gambler -
Looking back
In anger
Of the enter-tainted-ment
Scandal and concern
Of the sanctuary
- Taste
Lonely Loved One
Sails
As red and blue
Charge and laught - delicate
- In balance

Hill like elephant
Penalty
Shadow of the sun
The phantom and the blue sky

Set the ladder
For the thief -
Protect him
From the slippiest

And send a message to him
On the fiddle

Lone taste
Stretches
Like and on the green-eye

Sound of still - still sound
And box becomes curtain

Do not allow
To be what you are
As it should happen to the dog
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The Big Spliff

Love the way
To fool yourself
And broke the heart
By way to escape
To the black from swamp
With feel of Jump
Oh Blue!
It Runs and Crying
Ones more and more
With tears on teeth

It's Warm
The fire in the mercy
Jumps
It is his signals

As Silence
Comes into the garden
Out of ice
Like the scorpion
Dark eyed
With the ruby instead of heart

Saint steals the serpent
And paints the rock by it
And takes water from the leafs
And touches flowers
By light

- she tells the story
With the hazy shade
She cries the name
And points what to kiss -
The wave,
Lost in the saying.

She cries:
"Look like green
Is humming!"

Surfing-flying
On the spiral
With the bubbles
The fire
Colours the sky
The sounds of harp
Hiding the white
And stealing water
Spotlights drift
In gold by bong
The light reflects.
The sounds of harp
Hiding the bubbles
in a white
While spotlights drifting
To the gold
The light reflects in reverie
And skips to
The birds that rest on lake