Curled as when unborn,
In amnionic ignorance,
Chaos drifts to outer vacuum,
Flown out to nothing lands.
Left in stillness are but blinks,
Flicks of twitches, nightmare flashes;
The molten shadows, upset ink,
Pouring out a realm of lies.
Eloi, Eloi, why do I forsake me?
The mind that playing God,
Pretends to be myself,
Perverse passions, dreaded fears,
Thrown at me as real.
I know not when the conjurations,
Are born but all internally,
Only then in hindsight seen,
I lived in pure deception.
There dwell I in mind’s invention,
Years that last but days,
And hours but mere moments.
Worlds that all a blur,
Conceal the coffin’s nail,
Purgerer’s conviction—
Of rat king imitation: serpent knots;
Thus seen—
Squeeze the throat — make glottal stop,
Force out the lizard head,
Still breathing—
Half digested, hydrochloric mess,
Alive on technicality,
Headless reptile forced,
Back out where it was consumed.
Categories:
conjurations, confusion, dream, fear,
Form: Free verse
In such a way where it's almost amusing, I get to sit here on achy feet, and a leaning flat pain like metal bars against my chest. I wasn't even allowed to exhale.
It's, like a circus attraction, unavoidable to stand here in a spotlight, and not feel the mockery from a crowd that only draws inhale in my mind. That they knew the knives I call my thoughts, the ones they flung at a spinning wheel I know as my heart, weren't random conjurations, but true sentiments in hopes of nothing but wasted time.
Why was it all wasted time? What do I learn? What do I gain but the soreness of discarded feelings, ones I've spent my whole existence pining for, to keep firing off like flares of a ship that didn't need saving but acknowledgement, and ones I needed to fortify because the universe knows there are too many cruelties that want to drown someone like me.
All for bruises, twinges, and someone to tell me I'm growing up,
because why wouldn't growing up mean more strain?
Categories:
conjurations, angst,
Form: Free verse
tapping
into the eternal
yearning
for
wholeness
without
boundaries
contemplations
in
a
quest for
synthesis
drawing
whispers
irregular
overlapping
participations
intermittent
tensions
fascination
with the insignificant
conjurations
of the lyrical
stains informel
abstracted
the calliagraphic
unformed
Categories:
conjurations, art, tribute,
Form: Ekphrasis
Neither Black Nor White
David J Walker
Neither chimeric nor recondite
The world remains the world
In either black or white
In neither phase of reds nor grays
Or esoteric plight
As one by one
The caprician conjurations
Take to flight
The world is neither
Black nor white
Categories:
conjurations, allegory, race,
Form: Rhyme
O thou affectionate mothers
Where you were slumbering tired in the mud houses
And the darkness, shining by your breath perfume.
You who were defeating the fear
by conjurations and soothing the pain by chanting.
The nightingales hearken to you
while Jasmine fall asleep in our dreams
Ah _ thou affectionate mothers
As if the death straightens up a stone above us!
So come! drive the shattered clouds where we sleep
Maybe if you were pouring continuously,a sweet rain from your breath,
Our dreams will grow greener in the freshness hills
Categories:
conjurations, mother,
Form: Prose Poetry
A Hush falls upon the night,
As conjurations take full flight,
Sashaying through the misty dew
My thoughts drift towards you
Silently asleep lips lightly apart
Rhythmic intakes keeping time with your heart
A sigh, a gasp, a frown,
What could thy dreams be as the rain thunders down?
A smile in the darkness, a tug upon the sheets,
Covering your face as the coldness nibbles at your feet,
Eyes flicker for a moment then the moment is gone,
Soon the spell of the moon shall be broken by chant of a new dawn.
Categories:
conjurations, dream, moon, romantic,
Form: Couplet