Do I want to write a bookbefore I go away?for that bookwill die inside me…but who cares reallyfor what I have to say? It’s the map ofmy brain synapsesof what was framedin those spacesbefore responseafter stimulus-somewhere in betweenincoherenceand actionto make sense of lifeit just had to be done I know nowthere’s no going backto reframe … Continue reading Die Empty
golden yellow orbinspires aweunfailinglyunquestioninglyAlways, always What leaves me spellboundis the level of comfortin moving out of sightgently, graciouslygiving in to night No ego battles hereNo desire to winI know what I amAlways, always…
connected by birthexistenceon differentpages of timeHow does oneReconcile? -methodologiesof continuity-missed detailsof gently breakingchords at some point-to let the futuredevelopat its own free will Parenting-delusions ofperpetuatingone’s self-worththrough anotherdeprivinga child ofits own worth Here comes newsof another birthhalf-heartedcongratulationsfrom a mindthat sees futurediscombobulation. https://dversepoets.com/2022/06/02/meet-the-bar-with-dissonance/ https://dversepoets.com/2022/06/09/open-link-night-318-june-live-edition/
being the musefeeding imaginationimmortalized in paintartists’ inspiration dressed in evening clothesstanding by the seais not what both of usset out to be I love frolickingwith my furry friendwithout a caresalty waves and frothrefreshing mindsmessing up hair We wait for an era, wherevideo cameras aboundcapturing us in motionexpressions and soundwaving to meet the skynot glued to … Continue reading Jumping out of the canvas
what keeps me awayfrom the ensuing dayblocking vision with a translucent veilmorning haze holds sway holding breath in anticipationI fail to noticeMoon's quiet exitto life's next station I tear through the fogattack life with zestIt's a reward for waking upleaving behind a night's rest Now is the time to ink dreamson consciousness, till they makeme … Continue reading Morning glory
it's pure, it's a call of the soula wish to see myself as wholeI scan depths of oceans and climb dizzy heights I walk through forests brown and greensplashed with yellows and caroteneI see all shades of rainbows, but yet no white chosen invisibilityintrigues my sensibilitiesit colors skies with vibrant rainbows, but hides black emerges … Continue reading Black and white
flutteringeyelashes remind mebutterflies made of gossamer dreams I touch youcheck if you are realor will float away like wispy breeze teardrops onpetal-like rosy cheeksgive me a glimpse of eternity emotionsjust make you more humanto place trust-like in the depth of seas https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/05/21/lucky-dip-saturday-mix-21-may-2022/
whatever slips awaylike grains of sandas I hold it tightbetween fingersbecomes a storm It returns to tormentto remind everythingleaves an echoin the universe sounds I hearlong after they diepictures I seelong after they fadestashed away somewherein crevices of the mind I stretch the fabric,iron the creases,dust the specks awayyet not sure, ifthey mingle with the … Continue reading Emotions
Paula Light stopped at the house today, and dropped a few wonderful lines in response to RXC#233. I stopped at the house today Couldn’t stay Once a dream Now a nightmare Chaos everywhere Shards of broken promises The click-clack of claws Graffiti-covered walls Vows buried under sand Topped with cigarette butts Read more at https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2022/06/03/promises-end/
I exhume stories buried premature before they could show courage or silent torture Before the world acknowledged the author but they come loaded with perspectives to kill truth - repaint victims on social channels in courts of law till they lose identity originality a society that rewrites history to suit the ruler arrests evolution lessons … Continue reading Excavation
