Collection of thoughts and free verse poetry.
With a heavy heart, the third eye weeps from the sight
of dual pyres.
The vision isn't granted the reverence it so justly
While chasing fireflies, divine's luminescence flickers
then dies... But I guess I'll be blamed for the outage.
...Or whatever. Life's dumb.
Leap Before You Look
Murmurs on the wind nudge me towards destiny.
Inert with doubt, or perhaps fear, I remain suspended,
resigned to fate.
The murmurs, they grow in repetition and sound.
The nudges, more forceful, sending me crashing
towards the ground.
I witness death, with its scraggly wisps of hair,
milky eyes, and skin, taut and gray with decay.
Death has claimed dominion of this plane, and so it's
time to move on.
I've spent far too much time peering into the mirror,
waiting for my reflection to recognize me.
I'm in stasis, much like the twelfth iteration of the
major arcana, blood rushes to my head.
Does my reflection avert its eyes because I frighten
them? Not in the sense one fears bodily harm, but the
way one fears realized potential.
My reflection continues to ignore me to avoid its
deepest fear: Intimacy
Ironically enough, said action only perpetuates
my own crippling fear: Isolation.
New light casts looming shadows from my past...
Engulfed, the cloak of familiarity offers a false sense of comfort.
I'm not meant to dwell in the shadows but to bask in the light. One foot in front
of the other until my skin is kissed by the sun.
I do work with the Magnus's hand,
I perceive the world through the Seer's eye.
Physical self turns his back,
Higher self pleads for me to stay
Spirit is bountiful but the flesh is in need.
Released; circulation flows.
Tight fists turned to cupped palms
No Use Crying
Two to the north, upright,
filled to the brim with ambrosia
To the south, three toppled;
sweet milk soaks into soil...
Do you anoint your lips with tears
dedicated to yesterday, or with
Divinity's distilled brew?
Thirty revolutions around the Sun.
Not where I want to be, probably won't be there until I
fulfill certain obligations.
Doesn't feel fair, though.
Mortality only agitated my fears, but it's best not to act
out of fear... So what do we base our actions on?
If you're only meant to act when certain, then the only
certainty you're granted is stagnation...