EXTERNAL ILLUSIONS
images
assigned
&
occupying
the
sensual
phantasmagoria
perceived
feeling
for
form
in
aesthetic
reality
or
pseudo
transcendance
reproduced
& receptive
contemplation
of
fortuitious
transparent
phenomena
analogies
&allegories
of
activities
in
blossoming
perspective
re emerge
impersonal
inorganic
changeless
manifestations
when moonbeams intrude
on edge of a graphite night—
my pulse feels a rush
External Storms
Listen close, the winds whisper low,
A symphony of sorrow's ebb and glow.
Thunder rumbles, a beast awakening,
Heaven's own heartbeat, in warning speaking.
Pressure builds, unseen forces stir,
An invisible tempest, nature's curse.
Silhouettes dance on lightning's flash,
Echoes of laughter turn to ash.
As shadows lengthen and tempests rage outside,
Within these walls, another battle wages.
A heart laid bare, its defenses torn apart,
Yearns for embrace yet trembles at a new start.
Through sheets of rain and tears untold,
A silhouette emerges, a ghost story retold.
Familiar features, both blessing and banded,
Approach with caution, yet still drawn again.
Hope rises like the tide, threatening to engulf,
Dragging secrets from the depths, forcing confessions cruel.
Lightning flashes, illuminating scars,
Reflections of shattered lives, jagged edges sharp.
I should walk away, flee this maelstrom of doubt,
Yet I remain rooted, paralyzed by your pout.
One touch ignites a firestorm within,
Reason abandoned, surrendering to sin.
Your beauty isn't just external,
Like a diamond, it shines eternal.
Once again the silvery moon has pilfered the golden sun
Total eclipse is upon me, time has elapsed suspending orange
Twilight’s begun on the orb’s descending softer glow
Veiled in twilight…
Placid and limitless, I’ve glimpsed into the frontier in tranquil rapture
Moon aligns sans sun’s bright face
Jolted by twilight…
I coast along a sea of stars juddered wildly
Waves spanning the sky avec abandon
Embraced by star-strewn externals
I leave behind a familiar harbor
Anchored are my temporal remnants down in the terrestrial realm
My spirit soaring, a mirthful lodger I be,
swimming in twilight’s radiance
Its celestial smile shall be the death of me...
embracing star-strewn
crowned external forevers~
we soar the tides dance
More recently, l’ve romanticized the idea of falling in love through silence.
Maybe it's because my mother pushes love on me through her tongue.
Maybe it's because I prefer the inner monologue of myself rather than what I think others perceive me as.
I don't want to faze the mind of whom
I desire by saying I do not wish to be loved by my exterior at all (in both appearance and demeanor). Although I find that,
according to my standards,
consciousness is more amusingly complex, and therefore more significant.
My dilemma: submission to another mind.
To truly know someone, do I have to force
my mind's sermon out of its cocoon?
If my comfort only ranges to falling in love
in silence, how important can my words be?
The easy answer may be to ignore the statement made about either account,
although my soul does not let me.
Tragic.
It may be impossible to find
another to be happily desolate with.
Note: Falling in love does not equal the concepts of marriage, sex, or romance.
In my version of equality, a blink of an eye
might cast the same spell.
A view, looking brand new
On the outside, clean and surprisingly
Inside scene
Covered up
In disguise
Internal scars
Wounds, hurtful past
Beginnings, the last.
External to internal
Unseen
Unreal
Feelings
A great fake outside view
For all to see
A terrible horrible internal cause
Lost for words
A huge pause.
Time has come
Out from bondage
The cover is pulled off
Aired disposed of laundry.
Setbacks, obstacles moved away
A brighter future
Much more enjoyable and better days.
Peace within
External.
Come what may in November
Important to remember
Even if spoken in jest
Please do not ingest!
5/2/2020
This poem was inspired by Jan Allison’s comment today on one of my poems. Thank you, Jan, for the inspiration!
Shh...they speak as I drift into an unwaking sleep.
The slowly whispers a lullaby.
As spiders crawl down my body they bed for me to go into an unforgotten sleep.
My veins fill with the longing dark poison.
I do not weep nor prosper with despair.
Each one putting a black dagger through my heart.
Blood by blood, my unforgiving sins unravel.
-Kallie Mason
Blood by blood, my unforgiving sins unravel. Each one putting a black dagger
through my heart. I do not weep nor prosper with despair. My veins fill with the
longing dark poison. As spiders crawl down my body they beg for me to go into an
unforgotten sleep. They slowly whispers a lullaby. Shh...they speak as I drift into an
unwaking sleep.
-Kallie Mason
External desires
Long veiled lashes, obscure thoughts
Blink, but do not see.
(January 24, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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