I sit inside a pool of salt
and sin
looking
into the eyes of dried, and thin
crumbly skin
tired, and looking to the wind
I reminisce.
even when I’d rather not know
the pain, to me
always shows
the effects
of this universal context, deplorable
in times when pain is greatest, and light
like a dandelion seed
when time stops forward progression, looking
for lessons
I await you.
wondering
if you’ll show within my heart soon
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wrath is misplaced, as are watching metaphors
dissipate
into smoke and mirrors, telegraphing you from
afar, trees become
me
as I stare into oblivion, violence becoming, nay,
let’s stray, and instead
shelter
peace and love, along the hills we keep running
tips touching, lingering effects take shape, and
into our hearts
stars, and
galaxies
we place, with zeal and frenzy, calling you home,
nested in a heart-shaped
abode
named after you and me, love’s alcove
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I am excited to share my poem, ravens flying on wings, which is now available at MasticadoresIndia. A big thank you to Terveen Gill, and the entire team at MasticadoresIndia for publishing this piece, and for their continued support.
ravens flying on wings
the curtains, pulled tight, made of silk, and
reminiscent of the night, reminds me of
a time, before transgression,
and
possessions of body and mind…
I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
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the rain falls,
drops
known to all,
reminiscent of tears
present
when I was very young
told not to let them
show,
we pretend when
we’re grown,
that all of life
is hidden from view
and within
our complete control
a myriad
of illusory contexts
derived from
well-
intentioned people,
learning themselves,
what it’s like
to be
a pupil
life happens,
and,
as it does,
we grab onto
anything that’s solid
and stable
while also knowing
these
concepts
are mere principles of
nature’s
way
of showing us
what we’re
becoming
delivering pain
when we
least expect it,
and asking us
to step into
the self
we know is there,
and we relate to
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Magical density
perplexes the
mind, and
all of it’s
fantastical
notions
of worldly
subsistence,
arriving one
after another,
in a wonderfully
elaborate
alien formation.
Cloaking to be
concealed,
striving to imitate
the chameleon that
no mishape be revealed.
All creatures hunger
for a home,
Chimera hungers too,
yet doomed to roam
a lonely existence
within those
that know the difference,
between the magic in the unseen,
while others remained concealed
and perplexed
by the fantasy roamed ruth.
A being not
of here nor there,
with segments
that do not arrange,
a miscellaneous kit.
Everytime it tries,
as best it may,
to camouflage
an offending section,
knowing that if seen
in the light of day,
the result prophesied
to be rejection.
Ah, the detection
that do insue, yet,
there is another way,
while you pray
and look through
your dismay,
remember the light
is yours to behold,
while you hold tight
to the known.
Authentically
embodies
his maker’s
creation sown,
grandly observing
from the creatures
monumental thrown;
chanting
in the kingdom
of obscure overlapping
dimensional zones.
By Amber of DiosRaw, and myself.
Image Credit
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