Realities

I. Falsification
Knights clamored in ill-suited armors, they
Ravaged and pillaged expanses in lost time.
Rubbles of crumbled castle towers, massive
Gothic cathedrals, eradicated in the search
For extricated remains of mystical stones.

II. Raise
Freights of fractional constructions piled onto
Dreary heights in attempted removals whilst
Deprecated villagers weeping ash filled tears
Swept trampled dirt trails of the long begotten:
Ratifyingly frightened encounters on dusty roads.

III. Loyalty
Falsified ramifications denounced by bellmen
Decrying purifications within those currencies,
Deemed to be remnants of illusionistic histories;
Defiled. Vilifications of mystiques, their tomes,
Spells, and enchanted wards, decidedly null.

IV. Illusion
Disillusioned carriages brimming with urns of
Fallen kings and queens and other royalties,
Carried by riders that knew in certainties of
War torn villages, wrecked and salvaged in
Merrymade haste by friars and their friends.

V. Seclusion
Disclosed occlusions of eternal salvations in
The ascension to compassions in blindfolded
Growths, innervated fervent roots in resisting
Townsfolk who’d build walls to prevent some
Futuristic alien life form from invading again.

VI. Lie


Parakeets

Stocked cells of humanoid parakeets,
Sporadically surmised to be discreet, are
Stowed in order by their temperaments,
Tactically suppressed ordnances inside
Hidden dungeons are exposed as flocks
Roam in blinding membraned stupor.

Shooting currents conducted by controls
Gone haywire, of pressures that exceeded
Thresholds, starkly watered down, metalloid
Bars of rattling cages are overlooked for semiotic
Patterns of emanations inside multiplicities;
Disowned. They gush, pouring out in globs of
Charred multitudes within coded venerations.

Time Dimensions

“My god, did you see her face?”
“She’s scary.”
“She looks crazy.”
“You don’t have to listen to her!”

Within dimension A,
Vast fields of shadeless hands
Tinged with holographic purples
Weakly fold fingers in succession,
Yelling their wisdom in vibrations.

“Can you really trust her?”
“Turn back!”
“That woman is poison!”
“She’s deceptive.”

Within dimension B,
Circuits of animated electric currents
Coloured in lightning hues, for digital displays,
Travel in angled lineations
Statically sparking advisories in
Grids of channeled pathways.

Dimensions of similar spaces
Where spurred formations of
Love existed in different time frames.

Tainted

Horrid horns in repetitive crescendos start blaring in section-Q.
Planetary fissions have been happening frequently at The Acrux
Rotary Sphere’s. I run to the gravitation ships located at the Heart
Sector of Spiral Headquarters, racing down the steps at the helix
Guard railings, fervently sliding down towards the atrium, now
Congested with silhouettes in lines, practicing each blasting hex
Gained during the last virtual-motion training simulation at HQ.
Weaving variant pulses in flaming arcs of formations inside Isogriv
Visual Optics from implanted chips. Swiftly, in order, they shrunk
Quarantined debris in conjured tangerine electric laser cages. Ting:
Eradicated masses within a blink. Garrulous cries chatter at marvels;
Neglecting the death count. Tainted brigades of a fleeting aberration.
Morose rebuttals of abhorrences inside this forgotten spaceship,

Used –End.


Insight Abilities

Kimura questioned and questioned,
But could not find the answer.
She had no way of comparing the
Two gargantuan spiders that resided
Amidst the leaves of toppling modernities,
No way of knowing their scientific classifications
Or any of the discoveries.
For it was her infantile mode of cognition
That had been the one deserving of blame.
But she reached for the one closest
Whilst whispering to herself, “This one is better.”