I
king of the hostile quasar !
stelliferous beast without origin
anechoic void-crown usurper of the throne without end
upon a tundra in the cosmic septentrional :
fantastically obscure to the naked human eye
and shrouded in the asterism of shadows !
gatekeepers of the GN-z11 realm,
amethyst-fanged beasts of the farthest space
pursuing from beyond the ultimate meridian
to battle the flame-born basilisks of Alpha Scorpii
the star-beasts battle in constellatory theatre,
a timeless outing of the yet another
anniversary cosmic implosion
II
hostile whorls in the night-sky
spin into mass hypnotic effect
cruor of celestial bodies splatter
alizarin spasms across the death-black vista
which emanates across the heliosphere
as hallucination becomes reality becomes hallucination
lines between
cosmophobia and cosmonoia
are blurred
mystical systems of glyphic code
etched into bedrocks as star-maps
guide the madman into liminal states
between this and the great obscure other
Categories:
bedrocks, angst, dark, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Becoming
"Of Awareness aware.."
An often said goal
Of meditative paths..
But seemingly an
Assumptive separation
Bedrocks a story:
A separate individual
Achieving said goal..
However~
As a story it retains
Beautiful significance...
Categories:
bedrocks, appreciation, irony, words,
Form: Light Verse
A new day has been born
through the struggles of the pregnant night.
And as I sit in this serene environmen
To flip through the books of yesterday
What warms me up from the inside also try to tears me apart
It shows me where I fall and where I stand tall
It gives me the smiles just as it comes along with the frowns
So I sit here with this naked face
Soo confuse as to what to wear
Those smiles or the frowns
Then the joy became great,
As I flip to the next page
It started on a sunny day with some sunflowers
And ended on a half-full moon night,
With brighter stars
This is what everyone will hold so dear and never will let go
For the marks they created is indelible
Then tears rolled down my face
As I glance through the next the page
This is the list of missing people
Not for those twinkle stars that gradually faded and disappear
Leaving the naked skies
But for those who now dwell beneath the bedrocks
Leaving their souls in the heavens above the skies
And all of a sudden their voices started echoing in my ears
Like time didn't fold nights and spread days
Just like the elderly didn't turn old
And grow gray.
Categories:
bedrocks, beautiful, childhood, death of
Form: Abecedarian
Feet clamber the heights
Each pair of varied cadence
Eyes are on another’s feet.
Scaling the stairway
I focus on every step
Dead set on my arrival.
At the pinnacle
An old man sits on a throne –
He saw me and heaved his last.
Standing at the top
I feel old and the world turns -
Down, others enjoy the climb.
From the mountaintop
The waters rush to the ground
Seeping through bedrocks and plants.
Having reached the peak
I'll keep on the life cycle -
Seeking for the lower ground.
9.28.14
Categories:
bedrocks, imagery, inspiration, introspection, life,
Form: Sedoka