temperature rising
fire storm raging inside
her soul skin is scalded
blisters sizzle her mind
parsimony lost in translation
thoughts on autopilot and overdrive
emotions opposing each other
and her restless Self
seek and she will find
pot of gold
charcoal incinerator
catatonic cauldron
roasted synapses
or heavenly peace
a rainbow melts into oblivion
the void teases resolve
agony waits in patience
for resilience to scorch
when the past lingers on
with future uncertain
all she has is the present moment
short lived and eternally feverish
a pyretic meltdown knows no limits
and yet she is a survivor
and not a victim
Categories:
pyretic, abuse,
Form: Free verse
if tears of the sun were the metaphorical keys
to unlock twisted trinkets of the searing sky
would you feel the festering forest~
homing arctic orchids within these veins?
or am I to remain detached and numb;
caged in a cursed collision
like an evanescent epiphany
of a misled marionette ~
screaming for a cathartic elixir….
tonight my intuition is a passive-aggressive gaslighter
manipulating the inner voice ~ like a pathological liar
freezing the floral clairvoyance…
while curiosity keeps crawling
amidst crestfallen opium
I ponder: do frost and flame, as I breathe in bleakness~
transcribe how the echo
within the fog filters reality
curated in the midst of melted angst
fluctuating like stone-blind blackness~
a drop-dead delirium kissed by the darkness
of a silent sepulcher?
I’m a prisoner of splitting supernovae
caught in polarized pyretic disruptions
for everything feels like exaggerated deceit
when truth seems like a mere dot above~
a hyphen of irrational ratios
carved from calculated confusions,
betrayed by the violent strings
of my violin heart…
Categories:
pyretic, angst, anxiety, emotions, mental
Form: Free verse
A BIT OF WISDOM
Why censure the pig for muddy pleasures?
Think you of the dark, cool soil so impure.
That a nip on your saintly white robe shrinks
Empty pyretic hall of blushing ego magnified.
Why shoo the insects from burning to their joys?
And label them fool to the crematory they crawl
When all the while a requiem for your soul
Stifles your astral song in Mammon’s hypnotic lair.
Clean first your eyes before venturing far
For a crooked line maybe a straight golden line
And for you to tarry come’s truth whipping rod
To clean it for you with by your own precious tears.
Categories:
pyretic, life
Form: Free verse
Forsakenly barren,
the world burns around me,
pyretic tears freefall from sore eyes,
turning to dust on cold shoulders,
hysterical lament in screams, I can't bear...
Perpetual darkness reaping cruel devastation,
grey skies cover the earth in ash,
forever consuming, it never sleeps,
time abandons the traditional hourglass.
In resonance, the rocks call out their creator,
mountains crumble as if made of sand,
heaven has fallen and with it came light,
and, behold.... the promise land.
Categories:
pyretic, death, hope, religion
Form: Free verse