Greetings all and first up let me thank Anna, Shilpa and Jo for reading my last post. It's much appreciated and rewarding for me to see others read and share my thoughts. You are all superstars
Ah today, not much is coming into my neural networks in the realms of observation but I'm feeling the vibe to write something creative and fresh, so shall I cut to the chase and craft the following piece that is currently residing in the outer suburbs of my creative flow. Dear muse, please allow these thoughts to transcend into substance...ooh first person perspective ok, fair enough, let's do this...hmm a deep dive into the who knows what.
Sun weeps an obsequious play
I endure each night
For shark memories come
Of what was joyous
The past haunts
With brittle jar phantoms
Shatter at the merest touch
Don't look, leave them
They cannot endure
In my frayed tapestry
Through blindfolded years
When existence sufficed
I pray amnesia's call
In this fractal moment
An axiom brands me
Ugh, understanding comes
Of what should have passed
Yet slipped through
Cardboard soul veins
I cannot repair
One schism within
Torn from my infancy
Chambers of ennui
Somehow keep structure
Of lamented chaos
Maybe go there
Explore hidden chambers
Where I never call
In those demented halls
lies the true self
Chained, subdued, yet defiant
He is a scary enigma
With rose mantis wings
strapped to bone flesh
I dare to touch him
Feel his sick light
Poisoning with optimism
Radiance and scallions of hope
Nay, I say nay to thee
You've never delivered
All those long lines
Of corporeal existence
Have yielded to me
Nothing at all
I seal this vault
Take your memory skulls
To dire dances
Where I'm not invited
Sit, just let me sit
In mind fool meditations
Where I will simply just
Fade and forget
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