Poetry
Labyrinthine
The mind unravels.
The thread that travels through Time...
Arrows shrapnel in my heart.
Aching breaking taking me back.
To the Start...
Sur-render...
Re-member...
The points of pain.
Their blades they love,
In sacred torture-union...
Drawn
Heedless but exalted.
I hear a voice in the desert
thrown like an arrow at Dawn...
D r o n e ...
On until your soul fades.
S e e e e e e ping
D o w n
the layers of
f o s s i l i s a t i o n...
If I was born brave.
How could I generate
this power of becoming
... One...
The hands, the lips, the voice I loved.
The skin, the step, the song I knew...
My scream - Your scream...
The one that joined our soul-streams...
Boney feet hanging over
the souls of those that ate
Voraciously their fleshy bodies...
The searing flight
to the yawning crack of dawning
chasm, of bursting horizon...
A monument to Singularity.
A promise of Ascension.
Its structure looming and enormous
in the collective Dream...
The inevitability
of this moment...
Its movement
a sharpened blade...
Stalks
as Light-surrounded Darkness.
Transluscent and sinuous
extends dendritic tentacled horns
to feel into the next world...
From the ashes of a ruined nest that was set ablaze time and time again...
Burning, throbbing,
ever-reaching roots of Fire.
Flowing, icing, yearning,
rivers of Forgetful Memory...
The full force of this life
this feeling.
Fuelling the core of this moving fire of mine...
Serpent-healer, Serpent-stealer
Whisper-sings.
Split the tongue between the teeth.
Tearing the seams...
The voices told you LISTEN.
There will be signs upon your way - omens - warnings
- one among them am I - ...
You thought you'd won
and that the fight was over....
But far removed from truth
- it was only a moment
of respite...
Speaking in monochrome
tones.
The drones dragging into
the distant expanses...
Let it come slow let it out gently.
Send it to bend and fork the road.
Steer us away from straight-line safety...
Something has to give you
back to yourself, Alone
and only
Alone and lonely here, Remotely
clear you hear the call of tongues
the fall of songs eerie
and familiar...
Crawling again under the wrong skin,
wrong texture, wrong smell,
again and again...
You are...
the most beautiful
gift,
never believed deserved
yet dared to asked for...
Nature reclaims her way.
New life yet the same as always
grows over the ruins of a love that built castles from the sands of time...
I never write of what I don’t experience first-hand.
Living on such barren land there is often not much to write about
of what happens W i t h o u t .
But W i t h i n...
Water is Home when the Earth is Hostile.
Floating free and beyond harm...
Delusory twisting on the side of Illusion.
Illusory churning, upturning Delusion...
Its bicameral depths still unexplored.
The maze that haunts the memory...
Tearing ragged soul-deaths from the back of the throat.
Hold onto the scaffolding ...
I have run out the lot of language.
The last lost shudders of a tongue pierced
by bone where the blood goes
cold, where the atom splits...