An explosion of necessity No man is wise on words alone Come closer let me lick the essence of your soul and leave a trail of iridescent glitter through transcendence of thought so I may gently touch your lips on whispers of a dream Do you feel it? Within the frequency of beats curving through the array of numbers, right there, that haunting feeling of nearly a kiss… there flies pans shadow dancing through the ethereal, an astral dance of need vibrating through linear time, he searches for his Wendy. I’m sorry, am I the catalyst of sense that spills chaos, for every word learned I have a kiss that tastes like stars, a touch… Tell me please, what is that sparkle within your eye, even within the creation of a hybrid race, there is always a dominant gene that will prevail. Tell me again of how the world is formed through numbers and words, pliable existence, so I may slip between your fingers knowledge spilling through atoms of energy. Show me how the universe works and I shall capture its flavour upon my tongue and share with you its taste. For no man is wise on words alone and alone no man is wise…
Rot mutating at the very core churning entitlement disease an epidemic of waste, as eyes die and skin becomes mottled. Souls decaying between the silent beats of a ravaged war whilst ancient wisdom falls from the page one letter at a time. The conceptualisation of ideology lost in the sphere of thought. I am, I must, I therefore… We have become the beldam of humanity, with blind eyes, scarred hearts and jars of pickled morals aside our broken values left to soak in the bitter tincture of ego blessed in whispered incantations of pride. Yes. Humanity is this worlds Beldam.
Selene, do you catch the broken fragments of my thoughts, reminiscent echoes of ancient days frozen in the paths of time. My soul has aged in days gone past twilight has become my refuge. The ungodly hour of devils fun is scarred upon my wings in mottled greys of solitude. Shhh, do you hear the way my heart beats? A broken rhythm perhaps, or maybe just a forgotten hum…
…so it’s 6:00am, vodka knows your name and in the devils hour guilt whispers back your shame and so it is you plead, strumming fingers till they bleed, don’t you worry bout the distance you sing between the tears. And fragments they have shattered yet you’re singing that I matter. Vodka rushes down and words begin to slur, the line that we had drawn has once again become so blurred. So you sing, songs of old and new, on the guitar that you do play you whispered on my sunrise, that our future is okay…and hey there Delilah you tell me in the dark… Hey there Delilah, you sung beneath my stars.
For a brief moment my smile fell as I pondered worth, and instantly I saw this bird. Between dying leaves in muted greens Purest white and peach of cream. Colours so rich and vivid Symbolic of a life well hidden.
And I am five, colouring, sat alone when I discover navy blue and peach spell home, A moment of surreal calm among my storm How is it that a colour makes me feel so warm. Like then, but now I know take heed symbolism is the ageless seed.
My energy divinely sent runs low in the devils grasp, I wane beneath this crushing blast.. Won’t you walk with me in pastures old? Where silence whispers in a tongue of gold? Would you see and know and understand? As I pull of shoes to feel the land.
I pause beneath a moon lit sky of navy blue hear the forest call and think of you. I need pillows filled with feathers covered In pink, Purple, blue and green a place to talk but not to think. To stop let go and feel my soul In natures hand so I feel whole.
Would you sit with me among the trees? As the scent of earth entwines with me, Watch through broken branches a sky of stars, And ponder numbers, distance and life so far. Would you sit with me and hear the earth and love me hard till I see my worth?
Where are you when the twilight hour is upon me? Darkness lingers across my skin where your fingers trailed, dreams within. No illumination marks my sky,
Droplets of my love are carried on Selene’s tears as she spills moon beams across your night calling to you in sleeps lullaby.
For a moment, a mere wisp of time we share sleeps quarters, we traverse between the worlds, fingering the thin veil of hope… Perhaps we can share the same dream. Sit here upon this log, beneath sun filled skies and watch the horizon spreading hues of our essence wide across the universe…
A am a speck Star dust. An atom. A mass of atoms. A form created into structure. Biological evolution. I am a gender. A stereotype. Flesh, bones and grey matter.
And for the longest time the world’s axis stopped spinning at this realisation.
I am a speck. An atom among atoms. Star dust with an ancient soul, I am my reality Living within another’s surviving in a country among countries on a planet, among planets Within a universe… I am a speck.