Beside the white oaks of the king's ferry
the heavenly princess resists control,
swatting sand flies off of her acacia crown
Night eyes will not hide a spotted sun
its oenomel translating
Tira's blessings in thorn mimosas,
vistas of aphotic and alabaster stripes,
fingerprints of virtue and violence;
—
Opposites attract
I can't look away
suddenly a flicker
in the aphotic depth
of her ailing eyes ~
another rare moment
when she recalls my face
Carousel and life are somewhat alike,
Aphotic at times, then awash with light.
Resplendent memories they both create,
Obsidian energies they set in play.
Unbounded they make you feel,
Solace in little truths revealed.
Essence of life, so one may tell,
Liminal realm — where life and carousel meld.
In last clear winter night
I saw red light like a phoenix
a light careening downward
against the canvas of aphotic sky.
Present were the planets
which aligned among constellations,
passenger planes embarking with clarity
out on their own ways.
Had they seen it too?
or was it a figment of an exhausting mind
combined with my unreliable eyes,
projecting a spectacle
to shake me from malaise,
return my sight to players
peeking behind the curtain,
the world’s stage I put to writing
exuberant in image and voice.
The comet of some past poet perhaps
showing off their place in eternity
as if the words were not already enough.
There is a darkness in my life,
a forecast of torrential rain that drowns my heart with sorrow,
and its gloom clouds my mind,
washing away any hope for tomorrow,
This darkness overshadows me,
eclipsing whatever light that remains within my soul,
and the more I try to fight it,
the less I feel in control,
Tears spill onto my cheeks,
tracing the outlines of a smile seldom shown,
as I sit alone in this cave of a home,
hidden from the world and hardening like stone,
It's as if I'm dying inside,
trapped within the confines of an epidermis tomb,
while my cries for help echo through the barrenness of my existence,
resonating with apprise of my impending doom,
But in this aphotic zone in the depths of my core,
my words are a sconce on the walls of my heart,
illuminating the halls of my soul,
so that others may navigate their way through the dark.
Life is a song,
incomplete, yet soothing—
lullabies lulling the world to sleep
with its balladic lilt, gently swaying
to the depths of its nomadic
syncopation.
Where I can subdue archaic
hieroglyphics in hues of
rose gold notes, invading my
tentative aura, glistening upon
tragic horizons,
for the wandering seekers,
freely waltzing to arias of the moon,
escaping unsung passages to
desolate wastelands,
where fiends roam in spite;
surviving the clusters of
rain drenched clouds,
draining the life out of
sunken nocturnes,
lost in cataclysmic paradoxes
overshadowed by waves of
monotonous soliloquy.
Yet I crave the aphotic harmonies of
its flesh and bones,
cocooned in the stillness of
shadows that align,
stonewalling the
world so bent on exposing me—
finding my true element,
inhabiting where life meets its end credits,
resuscitating sentiments long forgotten,
enabling me to breathe.
There's an aphotic place; found within my percipience
Endeavoring; I will face it past, present, future-tense
My hope is that its destination; is evanescence
Support in overcoming it, you; will my persistence
As everything is rising to a convergence
May that one percent; never find its resurgence
Shipping mountains of expanse it gains the above,
a smooth sheen of aphotic immensity
gate-crashes the sky.
We watch as a vast inclination to be enormous
break free of the tenebrous deep.
It has now a ribbed and scalloped identity,
it is the depth made manifest.
I can no longer calibrate my mind, as the booming whale
surges past my physical insignificance.
That night
I could feel my fingernails growing in my sleep,
my thickening backbone stretching to crane upward
into an arching leviathan flight,
while my own shriveled and shed skin
sinks downwards to become mere morsels
for soft-mouthed bottom feeders.
Zoned out in the darkness
Time devours my vitality
Trying to swim; I sink to the bottom
Meet me here in aphotic darkness
Our devilish souls can create a tsunami on the surface
And obliterate all other love
Light hearts, ripples
As we drink their shallow cries
Unite with me as I swim your depths
Wave after wave of divine pleasure
Designed to realign my spine
Chew my insides as a piranha
Our love is worth the death of earth
I'll chance obliteration,
In my blinded sight just to
drown in the depths as you destruct my soul
where there is darkness....
there too shall be light
i stand amidst
the tide's rise
watching
aphotic folds
of night
diminish
beneath
day's canvas
in hues
of crimson
with tangerine
splashes
atop the restless
waves
thoughts
lose themselves
in the depths
of churning sea
as i walk along
making footsteps
of life's paths
watching
memories fade
....past
behind me
(inspired by a conversation with a friend)
I am not meant to be a speaker of truth
I am not meant to be the bearer of knowledge
in my words you will find no wisdom of the ages
nor the conscience of my generation
I cannot offer you transcendental enlightenment
the afterlife yet alludes me
Nirvana, Valhalla, Heaven
mere abstraction while I walk this earth
my insights
but meaningless sardonic rambling
no epiphanies
no sage advice
only a searching wanderer
destined to quest
for that elusive word
which someday may illuminate this aphotic life
and bring peace to my weary soul
01/16/2018
Haywire ghetto, lingering corpses, malingering sunshine,
Malignant malediction, staccato with disseminating stench,
Portending: ichor, insipid blood and wenches.
Juxtaposition of aphotic with aphotic; incognizant iniquity.
Noxious oxygen, attenuated jasper, jejune jardiniere:
Zion.
Smoke: implicative cornice,
Sherry or vitriol?
Ours, a world, that feigns polo in alcohol!!
-Pin Dew (30/04/2017)
golden sunshine rays
promise better summer days
far from aphotic
Example For Summer Sight Contest
5-11-2016
Light
Illumination, enlightenment
Gleaming, brighting, shining
Spiritual, sacred, ominous, aphotic
Deceiving, misleading, glooming
Heinous, obscure
Dark
Nayda Ivette
12-20-2015
I whisper into the silence to see if anyone is there
While the moon casts a calm reflection I wonder what I will hear
The voices of timid strangers roaming through the night
Invited by the darkness convincing them that its alright
And not to fear the sleeping giants nor their deep aphotic dreams
Embrace your somber phantoms they will help you find the light you seek
Then I stared far beyond the horizon into the great abyss of emptiness
At that moment all of my hell stood still and I know why I exist
Although my body is bound by gravity my soul is a billion light years away
Im still no closer to forever, but heaven is on my way
~JJF ~
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