ganja god
Bluelighter
Raindrop hangs
Over dancing pool like
Quicksilver
Suspended in time fabric web
Globule nose to nose
In the reflection-destiny
Portal any, every second imploding.
Rapture wave. The child is born.
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The seconds bleed out into constant oblivion in the desert sun. I look out across the expanse through this leather mask. I squirm and flinch in the heat of it behind two comically cartoon round eye holes. Sweat sticks and unsticks me from the walls of this most inner of chambers. The walls are closing in, getting hotter and hotter in the belly of the devouring mouth. On the verge of its victory my knees buckle and I fall to the sun crevices Earth, feet away from a desert poppy. Reaching in spite of the dominating desolation to that great blue heaven-void above I submitted unto death.
In the frigidity of the desert night air I gasped alive. My face stung from the fiery cold nothingness. And there stood that poppy. Looking up at me like a child staring with innocent curiosity. It bore into me as if to address the company of it, the stars and I "And where shall we go next?"
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Prism
Light unsubstantiated caught
In this cold cage of mirrors.
Impressions, refractions, mere
echoes, distractions wrought with unclear fear.
This pure white light, mangled and
Tangled,
Rainbowed and rectified
To this human eye
Chained to the prism wall.
Shining little prism, shooting out
All colors spinning, twisting
In darkness, with light phantom echoes.
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Jealousy
Secret words hissed in my mind,
Secret soothing, rescuing reassuring-
"I'm right, I need, I'll fight, I'll fiend."
No good guys, no bad guys
Just who deserves what
No time for me?! I'll make you see,
My queen appeaser,
Jealousy.
Over dancing pool like
Quicksilver
Suspended in time fabric web
Globule nose to nose
In the reflection-destiny
Portal any, every second imploding.
Rapture wave. The child is born.
---------
The seconds bleed out into constant oblivion in the desert sun. I look out across the expanse through this leather mask. I squirm and flinch in the heat of it behind two comically cartoon round eye holes. Sweat sticks and unsticks me from the walls of this most inner of chambers. The walls are closing in, getting hotter and hotter in the belly of the devouring mouth. On the verge of its victory my knees buckle and I fall to the sun crevices Earth, feet away from a desert poppy. Reaching in spite of the dominating desolation to that great blue heaven-void above I submitted unto death.
In the frigidity of the desert night air I gasped alive. My face stung from the fiery cold nothingness. And there stood that poppy. Looking up at me like a child staring with innocent curiosity. It bore into me as if to address the company of it, the stars and I "And where shall we go next?"
----------------------
Prism
Light unsubstantiated caught
In this cold cage of mirrors.
Impressions, refractions, mere
echoes, distractions wrought with unclear fear.
This pure white light, mangled and
Tangled,
Rainbowed and rectified
To this human eye
Chained to the prism wall.
Shining little prism, shooting out
All colors spinning, twisting
In darkness, with light phantom echoes.
------------------------------------
Jealousy
Secret words hissed in my mind,
Secret soothing, rescuing reassuring-
"I'm right, I need, I'll fight, I'll fiend."
No good guys, no bad guys
Just who deserves what
No time for me?! I'll make you see,
My queen appeaser,
Jealousy.
