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 Jun 2018
Andrew Kerklaan
Apperating into the distance it flawlessly exceeds my view

Effortlessly sailing higher- transcending into the nothingness

Beyond the clouds and into the blue

Transpiring into what must of been the fabric of existence itself

A void of any distinguishable colour or shape

It's black, blue, grey aura is all that's left behind

Like lingering dreams in the dwindling morning hours- just before they fade to black and leave us in silence

Gazing out into the nothing around me, my feeble eyes hang motionless

Stricken by what was, what wasn't and by what could have been...

Only to have woken in uncertainty- Lucidity clinging on in the last dying image of pastel reveries...
There was a time when I could look just above the tree tops and swear I saw some sort of fog or an aura rising up from them like a supernatural wildfire... This is a reflection on what I saw
 Jun 2018
Andrew Kerklaan
As I approached this new anomaly I couldn't help but notice how seamlessly it was dancing...

Flowing through the street like a land-based whirlpool with the elegance of a veteran ballerina

It's distressed white plastic tutu left drifting freely, spinning into a pirouette in spite of it's singular audience

A defiant **** between sidewalk blocks--It's simple presence, a larger then life statement

As if to say "Go on, try to stop my freedom! I'll just pirouette away!"
A short scribe from one of my travels. Enjoy.
 Jun 2018
Andrew Kerklaan
This music has a sort of calm that makes him fade out of focus

To slip on his static over-coat and trudge on through the night

The hems of his "coat" billowing out behind him like a shroud

Static black in shimmering absent oblivion...

His purpose fulfilled
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 Jun 2018
Andrew Kerklaan
A peeling shadow turns to watch me as a passerby

Sliding flush with their surroundings...

Invisible

All details are distorted--Black

Blotting all that I see

Silent it's communicator
                                             These transmissions you receive...

An eerie glow

Unnatural; a lifeless shade of dull white turning blue

                                  

                                     Momentarily mesmerising...



I tear my thoughts away

Mind clouded

Reality snaps back in check!



Shade figures subsiding...

Walking through their gaunt doorways



Reminiscing



All time is forgotten...
                                       ...But for now



A painted shadow on the window blind

Is all that's left to see
 Jun 2018
Andrew Kerklaan
Fading in static,
I vanish from speculation entirely

I am ethereal

I slip through a closed door phantomous -- My driving need absolved

              I am cured (Temporarily)

Dead in my own eyes and abandon in my mind

I pass voicelessly through the terminal - - unrecognised

I am more alive then a lifetime of living

Exuberant; I erupt with silent joy that gushes from my open chest cavity

Evacuating the pavement
                       -
washing away organically
Certain kinds of music put me in a sort of trance. I was just trying to recaptivate the sensation in this piece. I hope you enjoy it.
 Jun 2018
Andrew Kerklaan
A cerebral puddle of hypersensitive learning static
--
I dip into a forbidden fountain once again
--

deeper this time

Exposing the buffoon of our own nature and both dressing it and addressing it.

Taking it apart
Analysis and fragmentation

An obseversationalist's dream!

Expanding the groundwork laid out before me and building an empire with the infinite knowledge I attain

(through means less conventional... To some)

I throw the dice again and again.

I never lose...
just my luck I suppose?

But in reality I could of lost it all that day...

Brain drunk in mindlessness...

Blazed- in a sunset overcoat, my radiator blood stream perspires in a way that I had never seen until now...

Fading in and out of focus

~My safe zone is diminishing~

I can no longer draw you the lines I walked that day.

Alleviating my sickness for a time and
Vexing my temporary cure... I really must be ill
 Aug 2017
Andrew Kerklaan
Sell your life for their coins, their papers and their lies    
   
Tell yourself the week is nearly over when climb into bed and die    
   
Sell your soul for a cheque    
   
Your hard earned life    
   
An hour for a couple bucks...    
   
Seems fair right?    
   
Building a pyramid we will never live long enough to rest in    
   
Breaking your back as the working class hero...    
   
This ball and chain keeping me captive to this horror show that only plays repeats of your favorite B-movies    
   
Always ready to be replaced by the next worst season of "Friends"    
   
I am trapped    
   
Bound by that which I am forced to see and taste and touch    
   
Compelled by this meaningless reality to go on existing under the confines of a life built on our forefathers' lives    
   
Selling ourselves to "the man" like blind, impotent and ******* ******    
   
A slave for hire
 Jul 2017
Andrew Kerklaan
He had told me one time before the last,

that his face was that of his confusion...  
    
    
  
And it took me some time still,  
    
To realise...    
    
    
That the confusion of which he had spoken...    
                                                       ­                      .    
    
                                                        .  ­  
    
   ­                                 .    
      
Was actually my own
I'm not sure where this came from. It just had to be written down and so now it's here...
 Aug 2015
Andrew Kerklaan
Smokey bubbles-- Trapped behind glass

Filling up the murky water like spherical  clouds of the sea

Bursting in heaven as blissful flatulence

~~~

Lightening my heart, bringing freedom to my womb

Scrawled across my walls

Graffiti inside my heart

~~~

I pull this patience from my well in solitude

Homogenising the cultivated need within to better suit my needs

Breathe deeply and clear

~~~

Resting wickedly -- Passing moments endeared

Acceptance as I pick up my chain...










...But there will always be time to dream, and it will never matter because time does not exist in my dreams
-
 Aug 2015
Andrew Kerklaan
I do not know you, but I feel you are a very dear friend of mine...

I'm certain

In some time I have turned to address you.
Even shared my intimate thoughts...

But in this reality you are just a teenage girl wearing a black toque and a flowing coat
Stood silent and alone, waiting for the train.

Our worlds may never even intersect beyond this moment...
          May never share any consequent interest past this single interaction


But I'd like to believe in the future if our paths were to cross again that you would see me...

And when you did, you would simply know that we were once friends
.
I saw a girl at the train today... Much younger then myself. We didn't talk or anything but when I held the door for her I saw something in her eyes that was really strangely familiar...
Like someone you'd spent your whole life around.. Except I'm meeting them for the very first time...
 Aug 2015
Andrew Kerklaan
She beckons to see me come to her but runs away when she's seen I've done so...
Just mysterious
 Feb 2015
Andrew Kerklaan
Steady the relation between us

For now...

But what of then and now?

When my loss and salvation lie in hand

A pendulums swing from collision

Speeding up as we approach impact

Preemptive...

Too eager to just let me go

I fear upon my flight's return roost's sanctuary will house me no longer

I will fly away, pausing restlessly...

Wonder is all I am

Until again we feed

*Will I ever be free?
The only way to silence a beautiful bird is in a cage. Take from this statement what you will...

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