dreams, love

Rippled Ribbon

I felt like an angel that night for you
Without acquiescence of your cry
Only of your truth, wrapped in a brilliant bow of baby powder blues
In all your sorrow, your heart is still the silk
Shiny but slippery through all the grasping hands that wanted you

I once played a part in that swirling galaxy dust
But now I’m no angel
Just some kind of human creature, wanting to pause and wishing to be braver
Like the earth and give back better

I have this version of me in my head
Where I seize that separation for a brief moment
That vast chilly lake
I would plunge myself into
To cross over
Lie my body near the unexplored
But the dream is a ripple under denial
And the vitrified stones surround my sinking dawnstar fate

Art: James Nares

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Imprints

Imprints: Bashō

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dreams, Sleep

Corporeal Blackout

My drowsy feet—
pulls this face from its earthly shell
When entering sleep
The cleaving mind unravels
the coiled dead metaphors
And cast my projections into a lucid surprise
While my quivering body hangs
like the swinging bell moon

In time my little ghost,
will have to venture back through
The amnesiac windows
to dress in its best—
intuitions

Poem & Art: NaRa

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Collaborative poems, Earthly voids & Spiritual quest

Solar Cradle Soul

 Collaboration with Havoc and Consequence

Our burning photospheres
Once sprung forth to their highest peaks
The Sequoioideae of space, marvelling at our lofty heights
Yet a ruin grows in our binary bark
Threatening such chaos and calamity
Inevitably to be pulled into a great nebulous stir
Overcome by the tug of war
Of fighting zodiacs and the duplicity of time
The catastrophic collapse swell into the blossomed nova waves
An ethereal outreach on god’s fingertips

As our space sediments
Brought by stellar winds
Found their way to this cooling valley
Where we rose to life
Spread about on vast lush pastures of complacency
Fertile like the Nile’s riverbed
That stream of thought
Wavering on the edge of existence
Counting the memories as they floated by like clouds
And we began to bottle up and measure time
But our greatest fiction yet was to
Forget our stardust aril souls

But now we feel the metals in our blood
The fetter of cosmonaut coins that rattle in our brain
And that endless acceleration of gravity
The only feeling we allow ourselves
Our whirling fire
The core essence to recall
Orbiting a repose and the quietening of quantum regret
Our sunspots
Imprints as a marriage had once been
A snapshot
Capturing our ultraviolet ascent

Now we wait to be lifted up
Coddled once more in that stellar nursery
Suckling the teat of Shiva
Covered in the interstellar yoke of change

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Havoc and Consequence

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And never mix up your right foot with your left.’

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