Discordful characters, scribbled, originating
From black sands of volcanic beaches, inscribed on mulberry paper,
Float and flit in rippling flagellation
Towards a resting codex,
Sequestered inside a villa.
Vanishing into smoky shadowy vestiges
Rematerialising into digitised pixels,
Vibrantly shimmering in iceberg hues
Turning into undetermined fillers
While hiding their life’s secrets
While dangling rues;
Tidbits of information
Hanging over the face of a cliff.
Where bunnies whiff
The faintest hint of vanilla honey lemons.
So she’d move.
They’d get married
They’d get bored,
Seek other outlets,
They’d focus on the negatives
While they’d have screaming matches,
Then those images
They had promised.
He didn’t care if she had never loved him
all he had wanted, during that time,
was to be able to see her.
Her hate, her pain, the things that had
made her smile that day, the men she’d meet,
the ones that she’d lay with,
anythings; the things he had wanted
to know about her.
He had begged her to stay,
to let him keep seeing her,
wondering if it had
made him seem small.
They couldn’t be together in this life,
but he had hoped they could exist in that space.
But she had deleted her existence–
gone without a trace.
The irony of his grief
brought tears to my eyes.
Follicles carrying tufts of needled steel,
Radiated lilac-greys, reflecting
The moons’ beamed phase.
Silkily, they sway in devotion,
Within miasmic atmospheric graze.
Carelessly, a zoomorphic deity
Blaringly grinds splintered bones
Grating cracks emitting from
I live with love
I die with hate
Personalities of identifications
In between blended sceneries.
An emphatic bidirectional brushstroke
Is easily noticed
In unidirectional stroked paintings.
Empathetic rituals of dissonance’s;
Discordance against acceptances;
Wallflowers or wildflowers;
Differences and similarities;
Dualistic gains and losses in choices
Of speaking or remaining unspoken.
Buildings by placing
Brick by brick patterns
Of cemented lined spaces
Of fate in action;
Catalysts and pathways
In purposefully moving
In subjective motions
Of duty and justice
On self injected
Overwhelmed by relief,
Waves of absolution
Washes over my grief
As she rises from her grave
My pleas that she remained
On this earth,
Have been heard
Overriding the hate
That came from
Demented forms of manipulation.
What kind of being
Fakes their death
As a method
To distort an others
Cautiously noting the mind’s receding ebb,
Drawn tides start to analyse what could be baryonic
Baryogenesis. Nearly tangible composite matter, a
Caustic reminder of how mind controlled fingers left me daunted.
Entreaties written in order to salvage my newfound motif,
Envelope me in irrefutable mysterious nebulaic puff.
Extended exposure or optical filters inspire
Extricated colours of nuanced diaphora,
Commonly referred to as love. As descended
Euphoric waves disdainfully entertain the beguiled.
There was a time I believed
In a fantasy place.
I built a temple on
Of paranoid imagination,
Ornate acanthus leaves
Chiseled into fine lunacy,
Screeds of data scrolled
Into voluted borders,
As fluted grooves of belief
Sang to me, ’twas reasoned.
In disbelief, I
Watched the wrecking ball
Of objective participants
Demolish the columns
I had sculpted with
Time and attention
Left in ruin.
I won’t build temples again.
You had chosen life instead.
I had wanted to see magic
At least once.