Fragile resolve aspiring
to capture the remnants of rainbow,
weave the lattice of life
with spectral ribbons of rapture,
turns into a self-destructive
psychosis syndrome
that fails to fling
the insane illusion
in the cloud of dreams,
for it has hypnotic leverage
on the mind,
mangled by sensual storm.
Wedged by the splitting bevel
of the slashing time,
the frail fragments of failure
get lacerated from life,
scatter on the pensive path
to the realm of rainbow,
yet untraveled,
meanders marooned
in the debris of derelict dreams,
disappear down the deep sinkhole
of dusky oblivion.
In the lucent mystique mind,
transmuting thoughts
flicker on
ebony emotions.
Absolved of self-qualm
psychic crystal sparkles
in sagacity stars’ aurora flare,
traces the prime trajectory
from the cosmic soul’s
nebulous abyss within.
In the mesmeric meadow
of the inner topography,
seraphic shadows dance mystified
with gorgeous sequined glitter
of the sensuous stardust
in the tune of
buoyant bliss.
The discernment mindscape
makes the montage
of the existential rainbow.
MEMORY PAGEANT-:-
kaleidoscopic
montage
ephemeral
chromatic
fresco
of COGNITIVE FECUNDITY
mystique
panorama
metaphoric
derelict
mindscape
in ILLUSIVE TWILIGHT SWATHE
evanescent
euphoric
abstraction
reflective
extravaganza
CONTENTMENT CORRIDOR-:-
extant
sensitivity
navigator
convoluted
contours
of SCRAMBLED DREAMS
mindscape
ambiguity
sculpted
anonymity
enshrined
in THE LAST MILEPOST
reflective
remembrance
expectant
perpetuity
virtual
last mile
latticed anonymity
framed ordained
within
fading fresco
of
enigmatic obscurity
unfurled tapestry
of
twilight zone
seeks definition
in
mystique metaphor
of
panorama penumbra
outside
kaleidoscopic window
metamorphosed
momentary montage
of
ephemeral exuberance
of
euphoric tableau
psychic design
of
soaring essence
on
en echelon flight
through
sunset spectrum
of
chromatic emotion
configures
endearing images
on
desolate mindscape
pulsating
with
cadenced memory
of
life’s pageant
beautiful
in delicate domain
of latticed life
at esoteric edge
of sinking sky
sanguine
hermit horizon
shimmers sensibility
in paled passion
incited perception
dawned
illumines insight
radiant
on convoluted contours
of dismantled dream
adrift
whirlpool of pining
swivels in intrinsic stream
arcane mindscape
marooned
recedes unperceived
into twilight obscurity
ordained
final flow
of terminal notion
through insipid channel
on platitude plateau
obscure
constructs conduit
for contemplation current
destined for
integral fusion
with supreme sea
absolute
the end embraces
sublime serenity
reflective
psyche suffused
with sunset spectrum
fading
designs desire
derelict
entrenched in
perpetuity illusion
innate
embeds eternal efflux
in enlightened soul
sailing implicitly
to bay of bliss
buoyantly
In delicate dale
of latticed life,
at esoteric edge
of sinking sky,
hermit horizon
shimmers sensuous,
paled passion
glows.
On convolute contours
of scrambled dream,
whirlpool desire
swivels in inert stream,
arcane mindscape
usurped unsculpted
in twilight obscurity,
destined
In platitude plateau,
the final flow
originates inspired,
ordained for
integral fusion
with supreme sea,
the end embraces
sublime silence,
reflective.
Suffused engulfed
by sunrise shades,
longing designs,
perpetuity illusion
embeds eternal efflux,
carries vibrant soul
to the bay of bliss,
virtually.
There’s a boy who’s face hasn’t even found its shape
His mindscape is a landscape falling in and out of place
He hasn’t quite learned how to grasp and hold his space
He’s foreign to the maze of learning from mistakes
There’s a man with a guitar and a sparrow of a voice
His fingerbones made slender for flipping golden coins
He opens up his mouth and opens up a void
He opens up his mouth, and that’s a lovely noise
There’s flowers in her hair and it’s raining on venus
Mosquitos landing on her legs and sucking out her sweetness
The sparrow man sings quietly in an attempt to reach us
The boy sticks to the tune, though his notes aren’t the cleanest
The tiny houses quiet down, the church is bathed in snow
The boy looks up at the green sky to catch a UFO
The man points bony fingers, the saucer is his home
A giant beam hones in on them, and they’re gone in the glow
Framed moments zoom, a night of review
as vignettes glide on frazzled woodland
of her mindscape like leaves brushed
in violet before moonlight’s pause.
Every motion, every image bursts
into tints of life- stages...
Embers within her flash: a peachy tot
screaming for jelly ; eighth birthday flops,
escaping from the party clown—
How the mirrors of light enter the marrow
and gracefully recite the stories and poems
from parental death, aborted friendships
to love’s waning kiln. The hum inside her
becomes quiet, awake and fearless...
she inhales dusky breath when musings
fall like twigs and brambles on her bosom.
Yet, the air’s chill hugs her shadow,
moistening her thoughts,
eyes reflecting time's montage...
glassy though amiably refreshed.
A deep pit with a crumbling edge.
Far below,
is a muddy pool swarming with crocodilians.
There is someone with me, a boy.
I shouldn't have taken the child here.
I am slipping, taking him with me,
he won't let go of my hand.
We are sliding on pebbly scree.
A gun drags at my hip,
its weight pulls us down
to where green-scaled
and armored reptiles
thrash in a melee.
One mindscape devolves into another.
I’m a visitor to strange
and as yet unmapped streets.
I've lost my parked car
somewhere between many unfamiliar
city blocks.
Home is a door in the back of my mind,
I suspect that behind it
is a child who knows the way back.
A small boy appears,
he is holding a tin wind-up crocodile,
one his dad once bought him.
At his side a long-barreled revolver,
the same type of weapon
I purchased in Florida
in the event of an alligator attack.
Mystique mist shrouds the penultimate path
to the future, fading away in obscurity.
In twilight hour the sunset swansong resonates
the echoless tune of forlorn somber life,
silhouetted against the faint skyline of longing.
The threads of turmoil weave
the blue motif with sadness mold
in craving satiation, riding the sensuous storm
to the blank mindscape of frustrated desire,
once embedding the fervent fascination for repletion.
The shards of splintered hope adrift on buoyant flow
of cascading memories of the lively times
bring back the flavor of the old spices of life.
The remnant vibe of rejuvenation returns
within the sanguinity sphere of listless life.
The turning wheel of time
stirs up the dust of disarray,
that settles in the crumbling cauldron
of disordered life of illusion.
In the maiming moments
of disdained dejection,
truth tumbles in the mélange
of disorientation chaos.
Under the fantasy firmament
psyche in desertic isolation,
embedded in mindscape imagery,
suffering desiccated and lonely,
searches for a novel niche
in self-constructed reverie
to get a spellbound shelter
of captivating hope in frustration.
Dormant notion then invents dream,
steers mind into domain of delusion.
A thing made is destined to break,
but not by the will of the creator,
for whom the sense of time collapses,
making the frame of timeless trance,
where the dreamer assembles relentless
the shifting scenes of desire dreams.
The montage etched by the trail of mirage,
migrating in dunes of desolation,
makes collage of dream in deluded mind
against backdrop of nocturnal oasis.
The dreamer doesn’t see the dawn,
for the soul sleeps entranced deep within,
can’t escape self-built illusory maze,
until divine consciousness makes wake-up call.
In the meadow of innate topography,
memory shadows dance to the melody of bliss
with the sequined flashes of psychic stardust.
The meticulous mindscape of discernment
makes the mesmeric montage
of the existential rainbow of sanguinity.
Mind dancing,
missing steps, not much leaping.
Even so, good enough.
Long time backwards
'Brown Sugar' hip jerking stuff,
white bellbottoms flaring like Day lilies.
We were a floor for others to adore,
microcosms in a single frame universe,
eyes whirring, pinned to the air
with a none-stick-glue.
It was not true dancing,
you have to enter your mind
like a matador
to really step out of yourself
and into the boot clogging
beat of a singular stillness.
Still, even now
at the doorstep of all my unknowing,
I can dance across a mindscape
with a heel-clicking, tightly laced ego.
Good enough, and
better than just
rolling around
like a stone.
In the desert of my forlorn life,
I wandered across desiccating dunes you made.
Enticed by your impulsive mindscape,
I sauntered in the sandstorm of dismal time.
Yearning lost in the debris of broken heart,
I ambled with silent sorrow,
emotions swirled like dislodged sands
in the tide of remote time when you were mine.
The transient trajectory of devoured desire
furrowed a blazing track of craving,
I wished I could trail the shooting star,
even if it faded away like the flicker of your love.
In the mesmeric firmament of fervor
you blazed the trail of passion in my heart.
In the configured horizon of longing
I desired to fly as a beguiled bird,
for in my idyll thoughts I wished
you were my dream sky.
Written: April 08, 2024
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Morphing into an appealing landscape,
gathered around a table embrace.
In the connection of family mindscape.
We find sanctuary in this precious place.
It engulfs you and completes its task,
a ghostly husk that is waxy and pale.
Dreams that last, a disturbing mask.
A table decorated with a phantom tale
Heirloom, the pink hearts flap,
In rhythm, they dance a poetic trap.
A heart, still beating, with metronomic grace,
twitching forks, dancing in the space.
Melodies in the air, a symphony's prism.
Their metallic bodies, alive with grace,
In utopian harmony, they find their place.
Never shall your children hear such schism
In whispers gentle and voices clear,
a secret kept, forever near,
Hidden in the depths, so dear.
Trusting even amid fear.
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