Collaborative poems, Lunar Poems

Battling the Sun

I found the king in my sour patch kids.
Summoning me to him.
Inch by inch.
The patchwork of truth beneath his sweet release.
Matted and mired in the threadbare trails of my existence.
All my thoughts encumbered into one, like the great shadow occulting the sun.
Moments before the light links to the dark.
I know the iconic gestalt will not escape my mind.
Now darker, as the black spirals into the white.
The nightingale consoles all the day’s dissonance.
While the chaffinch closes his eyes as he rushes the earth.
Which hand from which god reached into the heavens?
To blot out the sun and cover us with black oil.
Stuck down with feathers and falterings that overcome one another.
Reaching across each contour that shifts and shivers in our temporary aphotic zone.
Treading water with the creatures of the lunar deep.
Beholding the moonshadow through the trees.

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Images from Pinterest and Dark Souls III
Collaboration with Havoc and Consequence

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Art Illustration + Poems, Ceramics + Writing

Katie’s Getaway

There’s something in her eyes
Bilateral memories of
An invitation
A home

Her intentions are intelligible,
As you’re at the edge, blinded by
Her seductive rapport
To flip suddenly rapturously into the deep
With seahorses …. her fleeting motherhood qualities

An enigma to nature
She’s never the color red coming towards you
Always receding into, fathomless blue
Until you follow, to be,
Pulled down into, what seems to be, mermaid treachery
Don’t battle yourself
Compassion is not deception

Words and Art by: NaRa

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Mental Health, Mine Na Poem

Resplendent Rainbow

How I feel you
On the prowl
I’m the projector of emotional auras
Your titillating colors slip and slid over me like silky ribbon ties
No longer a fixation of identity,
As my rigid selves enter nature’s magical transplanting
Submerged in NaNa, the greens of Nara’s richness of empathy
The arching of hope

Yet, in times there comes a counterpart in my being
A pulling away from the vivid arc in the horizon
And the colors muddle down into one block of black rune, resting on my chest

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Mental Health

Ardorous Air

Found myself again
in a fountain of exuberance
I’m zealous as climbing roses
are towards the sunshine,
Until I’m wavering pale,
jumbling in the moonlight
Navigating through
margaritaceous streams
By the silvery meadow,
rising as a helium exit

Basking above
all my historical lamentations
Up in the stellar tower
Mesmeric fireworks
booming and springing neurons
Remembering
A God within
That ask,
“What’s your favorite color?”
You said, “YOU, if you can be ephemeral, a God, colorless and odorless.”

                                    Words: Nara & Photograph: David Johnson

 

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Collaborative poems, Uncategorized

Mooncats

Collaboration with the mystique of Havoc and Consequence

Havoc and Consequence

(A Collaboration with the cosmically colossal Nara15blog

The depths of space.
Cold and frozen like a liar’s tongue.
Decorated with imagination, and the Christmas lights of the Milky Way.
Like kings we travel across mountains, the time valleys and the soundless desert to offer the myrrh of our hearts.
Watching the world from up high above.
Metallic buckling and inclination set us down.
Dropped onto that dusty surface.
That sunken dark side of the moon.

A whirl and snap, a titter and tap.
The astral music of our future calls out across the dunes.
Feeling our subtle energies, ameliorate with the salt intake.
To deflect the dark interference, a vast endless shriek

In the indigo star mist they barely exist, through cells of the unknown.
A flight of fancy tickling their whiskers, as the mooncats rise, out of klexy carbonize ebony.
A night call that sounds all hours of…

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The Ensemble Summer

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