Gods and Goddesses of the Light, Gods and Goddesses of the Dark, I beckon ye to make paradoxical war and peace on my being. Like the magnitude of an Earth quake big enough to shake the entire celestial body, may I spontaneously combust into quantum particles, and make my way to the black hole that is my future. As I approach the whimsical gravitationally raping pull of the destroyer, I find myself in solace of its sacred darkness. For within it, a realm of Light [Limbo]. Colourless, yet a beauty, indescribable, it flows through my spirit with such fervor. Taking my aetheric breath away. Suffocating me, as I am sucked inside such a maddening abyss. The horns of the serpent lay as crown on the angel. Wings of a dove, and the mentality of a tyrant, I am surprised with the waste that I lay. Seeping through my pores as a poison. Infecting me with blissful unconditional feeling. Aligning like the galaxies on the indefinite doomsday. The corridor opens, and we meet our maker. Near death, a death of nonexistence, we stare into each others eyes. Seeing the souls dying away. Fading. Into the blackness. We hold our sacred hands of Midas, and turn to gold, as the Sun swallows us whole on the other side. A paradigm shifted, new beings emerge. Amnesia to love. Truest and succulent; The radiance leaves. Emerging from the molten crater a horned angel, rebirthed. Riding his seven headed hydra into the vastness of creation. Laying to waste the existence to create chaotic order. Glory comes in the loneliest of hours. Hours turn to days and then beyond me. Floating in the black of the bruises on mine heart. Was it all for naught? Whiplashed into an annual tyranny, flying over the grassy field, you lay unconscious. My own perception not in any avail. The first nail in the coffin. As the craftsman creates the profile of the encasement, both bodies inside, a pondered thought puts a stint in the flow. Allowing a stillness in stasis. A stillness made of controlled chaos. Silent screams of the soul, powdering the nose of the gods. High off the ailments, attached to the notions of the end. Forward it goes. Never backward. One day after another night. A calm love turned into forbidden rage by countless misunderstandings. The angel turns to the serpent for answers. Biting of the apple all over again. The garden was not of Eden. The Eve, unattuned. Calloused skins formed from tarnished experiences, as the fingers bleed through the pores. Hanging on, dearly, to every waking moment. Sacrificing the self and soul, piece by piece, til there was nothing left. The maddening commenced. Dancing through the hollow corpses of the passing moments, forged in ice, melting in spirals. Dripping down the legs spread from the vagina, sopping wet for a desire. Deserving. A message from the goddess ends the stint, and the flow continues. Energetically molesting mine purities, the calm and the storm use each other as passive jokes. Humouring the happenstance. Killing it all softly. Tears never come. Just a shivering, and quaking body. Emotions trapped. Questions unanswered. I have been left to lay in the same place she lay in the grass, unconscious. Comatose. in wonder. Enslaved by the chase. Feels like a drug. I fade into an overdose. Awakening into the grey. A pillar with a single light, blaring in mine face. Again, was it all for naught? I sit on this cold, black ground. Alone. For eternity; In wait. For the coffins final detail has been instilled. The experience, buried. Whether it be a lie, or a truth, it has been. And I still love what has been. It resides within me, in both death and life. And the in between. Forgotten, it shall be naught.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 22:37:20 +0000
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