AtTempt

A Poem by night/light

blood dripping from a windowsill, yello windmill black cat eyes from outside the window, reflection glowing with excitement, like something in the air, lurking with intention a rushing feeling sensed

sometimes you just need to exist
with anything as a reason to be there
you need what ever ethereal means
no eyes to see, but a mind that thinks, wondering
did you read my thoughts correct this time?
synthetic or
synonym
synchronicity
symmetry
and a deception
externally, just another
beast to be tamed
associations
between remain

there is a blanket,
veil
stretching to
reaching new
plans and plains
stand
on our own

plane, which is
us together
just us
it is glorious
avoiding thought
they
contaminate
of every day

Communication
muffled mangled
untranslated
ambidextrous

"oh that is there.."
you see, truth
yet we see only shade
shelter from part yourself
and from something of me
nervous energy rejoicing
loving this
what was once felt sustaining
not for the weak of heart
you got to be brave to withstand this cave
and the pitch of this dark,
so fast it sets, and so black it seeps into the walls
not what remains left inside, yet all
according to so many laws

not all must be seen to be believed.
this is to you my loves, feed
upon this pouring abundance
of meaning and oath,
marriage grain to oat
some souls enjoy it,
being sucked into the hole

others cry in anguish
spasm around
squished
and vanish, vanquished

some fold,
and become a mold
of past decisions
and belief in
choice

so laugh in madness
or fear, or nervous
because what is next
we could never deserve this

what is this cold feeling i get
when you exit
the room

like a master of glare
for light is always
unfairly
aware
despair- ate
no less
a part of us
we all have chance
to change in this dance
primal
the feeling of an age old spell, cast once again
in integrity
the feeling of two nebulae galaxies together in collision
the feeling of vindication against the entire world
the feeling of every color as they spiral in a giant swirl
the feeling of an unstoppable solvent, solution to all
the feeling of air, in a never ending fall, of autumn breeze
the feeling of the fresh baked apple pie, steaming so
the feeling of electric collisions in the air tiny sparks
the feeling of softness, that constantly caresses
the feeling of achieving revenge of twisted fantasy
the feeling of being an impossible achievement
being a reflection of light in dark red ruby
being pure
of sin
all around
comfortably conforms
going past fast with ease
yet remaining in a moment

gamma grammar
times form
the air spins around me
boundaries
foundries build and shatter
with gracefully tip toed footsteps
everything in zero gravity
poking at the kaleidoscope

a zodiac wheel of inconstant shape
separate from those who choose
to define what they do not understand
exasperated
for they are unaware, that they are
defining themselves, in some fearosphere
a dusty chest board whipped clean
if you want to play for keeps
the feeling- a challenge?
a weapon made of all seasons
untreatable, not your system
to be understood, by form
but always admire each others
and combine,
too much though
be careful not
to play to lose
your soul
either way
replenished, the world
always somewhere else
amidst the shade
prince of darkness
bearer of light
that which has
power to
truly exposed
desire

this
connection
is
pure
expectation
shattering
ecstasy
and the anticipation
a constant
rising
reigning

all stand to the dark one
trying to imitate the light
yet the vigilant dark knows the true light within
challenged by the naive judges, who
all blindly fall, falter and regret as they collapse
for they are made of lies that crumble
and break to reveal the weakness
they so guarded as it too
sprinkle into the ever dust
become a passenger of the wind

allow me
to take you

maybe

watching
the beautiful
chaos
you seem to trust
forever's the same?
forever changed

don't think
i'm leaving