Reflections

A place to put outside what’s inside, in whatever way with whatever opinion I may have at the time on whatever topic I fancy uplifting or admonishing. It may be of the self or society or about an apple that freaked me out. Mashing it up.

Infinite Infant

Sat in the stormy dark morning. Nothing known, no covering of soul, nor flesh, just as I came to this world. Yet different in times weary marks left.

Feeling, all that life has been, could have been. All the dreams and hopes.
All there is now, is now. The rain on the window. I think a lot about you sitting here.

The future used to be mine in its essence to see, I could sense it somehow. No longer so.

There is just, time.

Moving. Standing still. The same sun, the same moon, nothing changes. Over years and lifetime’s, all remains;

Infinitely unknown.

Pleiades, Play – 64446

Serendipity, stands
as silence sees
a silent vow
stands still swallowed
In Seers shaming song

Destinies dice, deflect
as Dunkirk drowns
a devoid depth;
Dignity is Death,
On Draco’s diamond desk

Parse Pleiades, passing
as Pontius prays
a passion play
prides penance pay
In Pleione’s parched peace.

~Belinda~

Times Truce

Though I’ve spoke in the twilight with Luna
Screamed in the desert at Christ
Dreamt in the ocean by Proteus’ side
Slept next to clouds upon Zeus
I am, still, defined, by this divide

I’ve Held heavens horizon by Yahweh’s truce
To drink from Pirene as Pegasus stands
Gaurding my vice as Gaia tames land.
With icharus carried the dragons egg
I am, still, in temptation, by my right hand.

I W