In avoidance of pain & turmoil
I free myself from stubborn resistance
if Zeno of Citium were my guide
I’d fly, I’d glide, I’d know,
the natural order of the universe
instead I tumble where perception
lacks & tiers collide, I ride its waves
through chambers of vibrance,
scaled up or down, heaping hues,
strapping shapes & piercing patterns
of visual vignettes, graffiti graphics
toward tangency, I roam
rows of layered loops sorted
clarity rings forward, there is
a center piece lotus flower,
its wafting pollen stands still
as its petals protect me from falling
Electrolytes spark spasmodically
oscillate, bursting braincells
designs designate higher plains
I thirst for more euphoric phantasmagoria
& chase this balm through twisted tangles
& wiry webs of rebirth, a new existence calms
where soul separate from flesh explore
near death’s domain, a non-existence
free from outside influence
from stubborn resistance
fatigue & fallacy is painless
& in this immortal matrix,
I am faceless
Frozen Fantasy
By: Inking Al'Kallio
Loud noise and chattering voices, isn't distracting me like you.
I am frozen as ice and like medusa, your glance has turn me to stone.
Adorable and angelic like oshun grace bestowed. Your lip are sitting invitingly than athromedia's apples.
If cupid shot an arrow tonight and I fall into ecstasy, cover me with your body,
yeah, let it be my canopy.
If I'm lucky to have you,I won't push horizontal, I promise you tangency,oh with rhapsody of realities; Because you, my darling are my greatest fantasy.
Naught but a maze shall carry this
bound in cloud
through the tunnels of twigs
shall freedom range to the applause of leaves
Tangency poised on the ballet of grass
such hurricane stanzas embrace
these burnished strings of delicate harp
or sigh replete in the arms of love
And spire to crest
on foamed peaks
the howling storm on heart beat, beats
tempo to damselfly wings of gossamer threads
Be thee spoken of a breathing spell
and owe all to plumed spires
and so conjure such a vaunted splendour
lest it be a riddle spoken in a breeze
Ah but first breath
incantation weaves
let the spirit run to forever
and carry aloft the perfume of free
You sense it not
nor ponder the flight of miracles
in the commonwealth of angles
shall freedom range to the applause of leaves
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