The Dual Divinity Reigns Supreme

In between the layers of an empty mind,
Flooded by a gush of crystal chaos,
Sat a devious hermit, who stopped everyone
From high atop an inclined ivory tower,
He simmered our dreams with his garish gaze.
And seven treacherous levels below... Neither forward not backward in time.
Deep within the tunnels of a rancid reality,
Withered by years of dungeon like decay
Stood the fairy white princess, with shiny wings
Trapped under mounds of Jade filled icicles,
She blew peals of mirthful laughter, up and above, towards our way.
And yet another scene unfurled,
around a poignant pillar,
Where shadows of the hermit and the princess dueled, underneath a mesquite altar.
In their orthogonal omnipotence, they battled for eons together,
Till they, one fine moment realized, that they are phases of each other.
Stopped and united, creating a complete yet eternally ephemeral entity
That threatened to destroy all of the above, in its powerful cosmic starlight.
Such a relative thought, thought the pacing brain...And it was constantly disturbed, when it tried to retain.If a rainbow were painted in reverse, would it's beauty still be adverse?

That's why it rains upwards

That’s why it rains upwards!

Feel my throat go dry in the middle of the night,

Feel my ears buzz with a rip-roaring might,

Feel my mind reduce into organic shards,

In my world, that’s why it rains upwards…

Smell that fuzzy wound, fiery and so deep within,

Rub against that enamel breath, my seething skin,

Twist and walk away, I hope it ain’t the Cotards’

In my world, I believe it rains upwards…

This bitter-sweet has faded into grainy cinema,

and my eyes half-gouged, enjoy delusional diorama,

Thus, I must only peer, fathoms deep, only inwards,

In my world, it ought to rain upwards…

Discover that in the dungeon of my black emotions,

There lies a shiny sword of freedom, awaiting instructions,

Feed it all that it knows, again and again, till it retards,

In that world, it could rain upwards…

Few will understand, and fewer will respond,

When the poet and his melancholy muse, end their song,

If it all was that simple, we would kneel and look skywards,

And in that world, it would no longer rain upwards… 

Amusing Eye Games

Soft Silky Smells that jumped over the stranger’s mind fence,

Lace Filled Dreams that swam through the lover’s blood – dense…

A gentle brush of your eyes over mine, only a union of bodies was nigh,

Lit those Candles across my face coz’ your smell made me high….

An orange flame that crept out of his deep blood red heart,

Drowned out her cold defense and pulsated her with warm defeat…

She held her gaze and met his eyes, which locked in and intertwined,

For that one moment, which seemed infinite in both our minds…

The flame froze, then died, but the warmth fraught on,

And to mundane tasks, I loaned myself, but then found myself alone…

I sat rapt in study, of that delicate frame, buried within my head,

Seven eons of feeling, that was pent up, on my face she read.

A fast but fluid friendship was building, and only time could tell its fate,

There was a desire to rush, but it always seemed wiser to wait…

And till, then they would know each other’s names,

And continue to play the amusing eye games…

The Lizard King

The lizard king, slimy but with a golden touch
Awaiting the minions who carry out his search
Sitting around in glum and glee, Is he really the king of misery?

He shouted out with clear notes of wisdom,
His voice rang with the thunder of freedom,
His voices of flavor became one another,
His Rising eruption, his doom’s creator…

With a genuinely charmed pulsating whine,

Feeding his tentacles, long and white,

Slimy and stubborn at the same time

Where choices are finite but they do not rhyme…

As he gazed over the mountain, with wisdom immense,

His eyebrows curled and his emotions were dense

He foresaw the horizon and knew he couldn’t miss

His pupils gazed into his slimy mind, with a silent hiss …

He shouted out with clear notes of wisdom,
His voice rang with the thunder of freedom,
His mercurial musings deepened his fever,
Buried in his putrid philosophies that stank forever… 

Till he turned back into that majestic king,

And as he spoke with that ever knowing ring,

In his voice that echoed afar, forever pale and deep

In a cage, his withered mind, knew how to sleep and weep…

Cherry Night wolf
 

A cheery night wolf that lives through others,

And docile humans, it always smothers

In puzzles of social patterns, it prowls and preys,

Through Jade chambers of jealousy, and stale grays…

On a light brown morning, as the street glowed red,

The storm wall loomed, and he raised his head,

Fielding the magic sword, he walked alone

Stepping through the darkened door, he found his own…

What a lapse of time and thought,

He waited still while he often forgot,

In this crystal blue dream, in his feathery cove

Broken first, but stronger still, his rusted and reticent love…

As he ran by the hills and saw the tribes,

Froze and puffed, and stroked those guttural vibes

The sea wrote its story, in a rocky blend

Thru its foggy cloak, summoned him to the farthest end…

Stood atop the valley, and heard the river songs

Bowed to the breeze which righted his wrongs

betwixt Golden Harmony and flawless domain,

He could breathe, think and feel again…

And even though he was lonely and gaunt,

A defiant candle of hope, in his heart burnt

Thru the smoky rings of a hundred peace pipes

He laid to rest, the night wolf, and his thousand lives…

I feel Alive

I feel so alive, and able, to touch these flamboyant feelings

Drink the waves of sweet music and swim in the dark velvet undertones,

Look at the clouds and feel their presence, transferred to me by the soft breeze

Content and fully aware, I feel so human, so vulnerable and exposed

My emotions raw and yet so thawed, but before like a freezer full of ice

I feel the sun and its fairy white light, feel grateful for the life I meander thru

The indulgent rays that are softly shining against the cobweb, which reflects in peace

For even though it traps and kills, it is still home to that solitary spider…

I feel I can read into words and understand their true meaning

Feel the profound passion of the writer, a foible inkling

Awakened thru a cosmic event, but at the scale of the human mind

A mind is but a universe, if you don’t see that you’re still blind

But there’s always time to change, for that path is long and you’re strong,

Just wake up…

Wake up before it’s too late,

Wake up before you miss the monumental and vanish into the mundane

Oh Solitary Soul and my Myriad mindful thoughts, come together and shine!