Boundless Boundaries

Chaos billowed in on a still cloud of blackness,
pulling the eye from left to right, ahead and behind
tearing it into peripheral matters.
The Am I’s tried to find the I Am’s
in a pool of potential,
where water cannot be grasped by the hand
and life is coated with a slippery escape mechanism.
The shrouds demanded professionalism in madness.
The aching of resistance remained silent.
War was a futile waste of the breath of life,
keen on living free-style.
Difficult as it is, a small thread remained for freedom.
Contortionist chameleon delusions looked
for adaptable minds pliable to newness --
reconditionings of conditionings being a fairy tale
with hidden agenda.
Freedom was dressed in a prison and
the prison was real.
The boundless was binding and
the escape routes were dead ends.
Rotations came around to then in a now.
Consecrated heart tearing ceremonies
offered deals of unfulfillments.
Prose filled cries never becoming poetic license,
captured in the chambers of fiction.
 

Sliding Down the Neck of a Peacock

A flight through a Peacock's tale.
A kaleidoscope eye,
And the other side, reveal
Black diamonds casting a multiplex.
Looking from inside out and outside in.
The house of mirrors suggests,
The many versions of one.

Art by Marne Jaye

Folk

Typecast riddles covered in the darkness darker than darkness, without the feeling of a walk explicit in revealing what cannot be seen.


Chaos as an all-pervading dark silence that desires conceptions. Seeds dazed at finding fertile grounds.

On the other side of silence babble prevails as projections of arrogant mind junkies trying to implant petitions of madness.

World genius boasts of bank accounts. The costumed walkers of type-cast project the know-it-all.

Neuron vampires demand conformity to the “Well, it works for me.”

Amen. So be it. Conclusions of small universes without sight of the tunnels leading to parts of the whole.

The monster asks, “So, you want to be this? Let me show you the road ahead, the carvings that you can master. I bring you those advanced into a negative ten times worse then thee.”

Transference causing a transmission that is a pounding display of veils taking away clear vision, and mirrors displaying 'has been' and 'could be', the virus roars like a haunting contagion, demanding battle with rat race symposiums.

Shields bare witness.

Artwork Artist Unknown (c) Somewhere.
Prose by Vashti (c) 2006