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~
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
It’s a sense, a poem, a vibration. Stronger, until I run.
Run from dawn, I run to dusk;
Dusk to dawn, to night to days, the inbetween-
So perfect, it is magic.
The little wonder of rain out the blue; explanation exists to see.
Do I see?
What I want to see
Happiest believing in all that tells me they are as they are.
It is what it is.
The closer I look, the wider my vision, the less I see
When reality and make believe blur.
Blurry places make anxious.
I close myself to dream.
IW.
~Idiot Writing~ 