Ebony eyes eclipse ripping away sun
Moon blooms of golden gloom
Lips lacking limerick’s lift
Onyx mood swings back and forth
Like grey grandfather clock
Time ticking as a blues bomb
Raining purple passionate pain
clouded by lemon lyrical labyrinth
Of love lacking it’s sweet liquor
The bittersweet longing embraced
Tastes like red regrets sifted through time
Straining to be reinvented not lamented
In black bird’s somber death song
Sacred and solemn in honor of loss
Mourning is important inked in green
Like poison ivy uncomfortable
But never worthless as it is digested
And creates cranberry calling to
Remember the fallen angels
With soft tears laid like roses
On the cold creamy colored casket
Harley’s favorite life began at Arkham
She reinvented herself
no longer a mere psychiatrist
now Joker’s lovesick groupie
she flashed from tame to wild
from mild to violent
a murderer now but still likeable
she pretends to be naïve; but she retains kindness
craving affirmation, she latches onto people she likes
selfish? Yes
Unstable? sure
An unstoppable force
Harley Quinn, with her faux innocence
highly suggestive, easily manipulated
an anti-hero villain you grow to love
The secret to having fun
At any age,
Is mostly found in those who have,
spent time under the sun,
Enough to fire up their imagination,
So, their creative juices can start flowing again.
Fun can be reimagined at any age,
Fun can be reinvented at any age,
So, what are you waiting for . . . !
For the contrived inducement
of the fixated being,
an aligned identity personified,
changes in self-devised palette
of metamorphosed color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon,
slyly cocooned,
paints surreptitiously
shape-shifted deception portrait.
In ostensible enactment
of life’s incredible drama,
performance perfected in one-act play
with obsessed passion parodied,
gilds the corollary crafted by alchemy,
an axiomatic designed drive
induces the wily shift
from one actor to another.
Out of the limelight,
the covert colors fade
on virtually made-up visage,
the pallid original face
morphs mystically into
veracity mirror of actuality,
reflects the real identity depiction,
painted in primal persona hues
of distinctive disposition,
epitomized once.
The spasm of pragmatic perception
splits the mirror,
shards of shattered pretence
willfully abandoned as discarded debris.
Transformation creates the eluding entity,
an alien in its own reinvented realm,
completes the illusory pattern,
designed by the paradigm of contrast.
Dual Rainbows ?? across my skies
A demon screams an angels cries.
Satans soldiers have surrounded the kingdom in the sky.
A spirit is eternal. A spirit can never die
I frequently tune into the universal frequency.
My Eyes closed my mind open I can see things no one else can comprehend or see i am Astro traveling into alternate realms and dimensions to escape my distorted reality.
I now know the worth of my own existence
I now know why I am here.
I won’t stop believing until i stop
Breathing.
I will never give up.
I will never quit.
I will never give in.
Reincarnated, Reimagined,re written, re wired,reinvented, redesigned.
I have worked hard to understand the inner workings of my own mind.
You will never see inside of me you will never hear the voices inside my head.
You keep on walking with the living
I’ll keep on walking with the dead
Written by Adrian Bogdal 18/4/2025
Opportunities come in varying
disguises
Chances missed always causes
disgusts
Nevertheless, time always is
evolving.
The wheel can't be reinvented but requires
improving
For many it is already too late.
Time and chance has passed.
The next generation will seize
the moment that is paused.
(Written 12th March, 2025)
I have lived,
so many lives,
I have passed through,
my many deaths...
I have lived from seagull to dove,
from canary to hawk...
A visionary of so many visions...
I have changed my entrails and viscera
I have reinvented myself so many times...
Today I am here... a man!
Mounted on two legs
with so many other paths,
crossroads to travel...
I have left behind many things in my life...
but I have always tried to preserve
my wings... because I was an angel...!
and I know I still am an angel...!
a word, a hymn
a symbol, an idol,
a scripture, a guru
held in the vibrant void
cognised by our awareness
felt in heart, distorted by mind
embraced, released, reinvented
as we leave our footprints behind
subtlest of heart tremors preserved
in the mind of universal consciousness
both within and beyond cage of space-time
to which shimmery illusion should we then cling
FREE VERSE
words
framed
in
white space
phrasal lines
enjambed
with
a line break
in a fluid
left margin
so flexible
continually
discovered then
discarded
later rediscovered &
reinvented
'twas ever thus
Puddles of rainbows drag across the floor
becoming a perfect shade of pitch black;
Much stronger than anything seen before
a firestorm is now more than a comeback;
Knock out punch ideology can pack
has left the past severely brain damaged;
Nothing is left here that can be bandaged,
repurpose antiquated for brand new;
Reinvented pools can now be restaged;
Bright choppy waters to jump right in to.
INTENTION
transcendent
dynamic
turbulent
consolation
overlooking
tonal
varitions&
possibilities
a
disjunctive
predictions
in a
discrete
prescence
to
diminish
&
completely
eliminate
the
infinite
though
charming
&
original
stay
unappreciated
surreal
feelings
exposed
in
wing words
of
replicated
writing
reinvented
&
configured
then
liberated
"Bodies of Work"
Wings lift us up
on the old works
reinvented
beauty
is what we want,
beauty in the mind
we invoke
a new world,
continuum in harmony
it sings
in the strange,
beautiful things
in the heart
to mind
quantum
phenomenon
magnetised
Wings lift us up
away from the old
bodies of work
Venus rising
luminescent
via lucis
Elysium
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
lux vitae
Inhabit me,
my vertebrae are bond in worms
and my eyes on the inside,
you could discover that much light
And the colours seem to have been reinvented.
Inhabit me,
In my ear drum,
will feel a tingling almost from the soul.
Inhabit me,
lose oneself in the drunkenness of flavors,
You may desire the ingredients,
When you slide jerky
Into my fine veins.
Call me when you run out of breath,
My blood has infinite powers.
When there are guests.
Touch the doors of my heart
Hide in no matter what room you're in,
I love to seek you out,
Wherever that is.
Susan had been abused and misused when I met her
She was not attempting to unleash herself at that point
I did not suggest it, it I something she had to decide to do
a few years later she had reinvented herself, she had confidence.
She had released herself from her captor and his negativity
he had isolated her, but she was now again with her family
surrounded by people who nurtured and cared for her
She told me nature and meditation had shown her the way
Success
Short notice, but nevertheless focused.
Discouraged from all parts that reinvented me
Threw it away due to the detrimental pain and torture of the brain.
Here I was faced with a challenge couldn’t believe in myself.
Picked at the parts that create me
The parts that ate at me
Due to guilt left behind as I’m reminded back to the time, that moment
June 3rd, just wanted the success but yet holding onto discouragement
Wanting to be my best
Forgetting the rest
Using downplays and praises as my way through this phase.
God help me, bringing me to my knees 1 night before my biggest plead..
There and now I succeed.
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