Momentary stormsEmbedded in human softwareMirrors with silver coatingObliterate authenticityReality is not the ingrained viewYou remember, not always the facts I am not real. I am the perception of your mind, the emotion that ran through your body, the impression on your soul. Dancing mirrorsEmulate perceivedMagic – convex, concave, flat or spheresOblique, grotesque reflectionsNot clear, instigate … Continue reading Simulated World
What could have been and what isstories that reverberate through my spineunstabbed back, but the dagger can striketo change my shape forever I look forward to some, but am terrified ofdrums; that invisible pen which writes my fatesprinkles ink on my budding bloomsgarden of hope; on the tentacles of a storm Anticipation - the monster … Continue reading Anticipation
I am a lighthouse-in search of darknessto obliterate-in search of shipsto seek direction the ocean laughs hystericallywaves slap my idle limbsmy forlorn face stares at the MoonIt dodges my wistful glanceand seeks the Sun I wonder if ships are anchoredto a safe harbour...Do I need to start walkingand find the sky that shelters them? only … Continue reading Vanity – a thing of the past
