Earthly voids & Spiritual quest, Mental Health

Nacara

A ghost gaffs in my pearly bones,
to plant a splitting cellular rumor,
You piece of junk.
Burnt out as a string of lights.

At the ledge of my heart,
I sought magnificence of green aventurine, glowing room.
Where a child walked through,
a forest to a beach of silver sands
and sunstone shells.

As that child, I sat gathering seashells.
Preparing to build a bridge to mother’s lunar craters; to be engulfed, in a child’s mind a solacing embrace.
But the dawn always broke with the numbing morning antagonizing,
Youโ€™re too late.

Nowadays, I’m aware of her nature,
as cold and distant. Only a mirror, to the warmth I desired, in my blacken nights.

But I know the spuns of iridescents are still within. And I can burrow in the empty chambers of the furled spiral.
Even if I tip on my side and sink into the depths of a cave in the ocean; my love will never runout, dear.
For some, like me, must contract the fragmented consciousness, to revive back into the ever spinning expansion.

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Into the Skin of Europa (series)

Skin’s Deceit: Into the Skin of Europa (part 2.)

An image on the oval.                                                                                                                                     A great lack luster view,
That was printed in the memory                                                                                                           Of June.                                                                                                                                                               A stark-white body of an ex-lover;                                                                                                         She really never knew.
A birdsong as an alarm,
For a summer morning.

Nadiah makes the decision not to                                                                                                         Wilt underneath the covers,
And stumbles to the bathroom.
In hopes, that sleep made her                                                                                                               Skin iridescent like a candy wrapper.
Perhaps, even she transformed Into
An ancient siren, with a magical
Sparkling blue-green fin!

But once more she sees that reality
Has won again and, that were her feet
She used to go stare at the same
Old stains.
Thin long reddish lines meet her                                                                                                     Tender blue topaz eyes.
She has to empathize with herself                                                                                                         That she is special.                                                                                                                                             Not being refined like her sisters,                                                                                                 Doesn’t mean she needs to give
Into dusk’s torture.
Where she sleeps with men
That don’t sleep next to her.
And where she pretends that she                                                                                                           Will soon arrive at love.

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