The Mind is a Black Matrix

The Mind is A Black Matrix ~

The blackened rose,
Flipping quietly,
Flames drenched,
A dancing mirage,
Of sifting shadows-
Have captured my sight,
Cast it in a languid glow . . .

Across the great expanse,
Hues of flashing gold
Cloud my vision . . .
And with hushed tones,
Silver metals clanking,
A sea of untold beauty,
Held me in its darkness.

Its melody surrounds our life.

Played like the piano keys
A painful, poisoned black-
Liquid, dripped through your hands,
You swiped his hand over it-
As though you could touch-
This insipid, black dream.

The blood curled snaking,
In rivulets that were speaking,
Cruel and cold voices mixing, Inflamed wrists that were laughing,
A black myriad-
It trailed through, soft, murky, smoky flesh-
And wrote its pain inside you.

It bit into your life and curled,
About your face,
It trailed over your cheeks and with love,
Forcing you to touch it.

No one can save you but yourself . .
Yet you have made redemption sing these-
Songs of promise . . .

It whispers breath into your ear,
It drives you toward the edge of madness . . .
It lies to beneath the sun,
Reminding you of presence.

It whispers in the wake of  . . .
Fingers that trailed over your mind.
As it seeped down, past your wrists, and cut your soul with black.


Sings of sleeping angels-
Heralding trumpets greet the day,
Strings if pearls slip beneath me,
Somewhere up above me-
A paradise is slowly forming.

I had once believed in angels,
Darkness kept it hidden from me,
And now-
Blackness only greets the day-


Black- black- black- black-black-black

The world is but a matrix,
Which see the blackened flame which bind us,
In its mirthless, measured time.

Where we will meet the blackness ~

~

~

~

~

Author's Note

Note: This is not representative of my own spiritual views. It is not intended to portray religion in any sense, for that matter, other than one which is extremely abstract- it is up to interpretation.

- I did write this for amusement, but- if you are reading it, then a review would not be unwelcome. Many thanks for your interest.

Reviews

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Felt as if I was taking slow steps beside you. You first lay the foundation of the who and where and describe so closely how, then you delve into the emotions all this brings. Yep, felt as if I was also experiencing these moment. Now that is gifted writing!

[A. Amos]

I like work with various directions, great write!

[Foxemerald]

Thank you! I am glad to hear you enjoyed it.

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome

[Frieda P]

Poetically brilliant Foxemerald, I felt every word of this one...might be a bit abstract but the message comes through loud and clear.

[Foxemerald]

Hi Frieda,

I apologize for the delay in my response. I wanted to express my heartfelt thanks to you for reading this. I am delighted that the poem touched you so deeply . . . note that I will be back to review your work.