Prowlers Corruption

The mind's function is to divide. The heart's function is to see that which the mind is completely blind of.

What’s left to become assembled

is like a puzzle that swarms in circles.

What’s left to become familiar

is like rejection piercing with passive force.

 

Carelessly tracing the rock of life,

setting in motion impassable forces

stretching outwards,

shaping layers of life,

disturbing surfaces of truth.

 

What’s left to become dreams

is like failure revealed in the pits of demise.

What’s left to become reflected

is like hiding deep unknown emotions inside.

 

Continuously draining,

continuously bleeding,

continuously rising up

from below.

 

Such dire reflections leave feelings

as if bathed in waters of failure;

such lesser fine reflections leave feelings

of such rare innocence.

 

Reaching outwards

touching divine innocence,

for only brief moments,

for only minute specks,

long enough to sense

erratic virtue lying within

being hanged and tortured

by ethics of creation.    

 

Touching nameless obsessions,

sensing torment, extending outwards,

widening towards patterns of knowledge

borrowed to create a sense of living

with least fragments of awareness.

 

What’s left to become watchful

is like a realization not reflected,

what’s left to become a sense

is like muted love of the self.

 

What’s left to become untouched

is like infestation swarming constantly.

What’s left to become assembled

is like concepts preventing life,

            is like death within the moment.

 

Swallowing infestation,

giving rise to awareness

of what’s reflected upon

of what’s affecting �"

            empty dialogue belonging to the mind.

 

Continuously draining,

continuously bleeding,

continuously rising up

from below.

Reviews

[Magdelena]

Fantastic!! Now this took my breath away...

Mags xx

[Beth Wilcox]

This is so beautiful and creative!