coincidence?
synchronicity?
or
correspondence
of the soul?
triple 4s
catch my sight,
everywhere I go.
providence?
abundance?
alignment
of dimensions?
444              4,4,4
             4
4:44      4
              4
perhaps
delusion ,
happenstance..
or
divine
intervention.

.



I swear there's no desperation ,
~  I'm inoculated with self love.
an amelioration in self appreciation ,
I've taught myself the how.



yet the velvet core in my heart ~
yearns to be caressed
& engulfed in warmth ,
~  feeling summery Hawaii  ~
with no snare or snag or con.



for I give the world ,
all my tender zeal ,
and unsolicited adoration  -


    which backfires, 9 out of 10 ,
     Though I never seek, reciprocation.

But, there exists...

                      a glint

                             a tickle

of   AbSoLutE  craving

                                    a spec

                                        a freckle

of great raging longing

for all the worlds attention

to fill my chalice of a soul

-  to the brim

~  with affection.

.   .
" i want to be propelled into the nebula  .   * ' '   ,
to the transcendental lanscape of a billion stars
~ cumulonimbus cloud of cosmic oblivion "
* .             '
  '    * .
.   '
  

sometimes you have to free yourself of thought,
the scrutiny, self-analysis

there's simply nothing left to realize or unravel
in your vast mind's premises

How can you see the beauty of the world?
with your eyes rolled backwards in it's sockets,

a burning stare into your soul,
both hands stuffed in empty pockets.

Look around, gaze anywhere, feel the ground & sniff the air
experience the new, try all that's there

live to live life without a care

To be an anonymous cryptic thing
imperceivable being with invisible skin
to be unseen - but this time it's glory
with no need to share an idle story.
Dancing on the striped  pedestrian crossing.
Creeping up on an oblivious lakeside gosling.
Running maniacally through time square.
Not having to subdue the lunacies I wear.
Sneaking ticket-less into the theatres
Avoiding lifes'  void of norms, too meagre.
The imprisonment in being seen
- at the expense of living like a libertine.

My urge to become a 70s serial killer
& sadistically stab strangers
with a butcher's knife
is overwhelming

A nebula of starry celestial bodies

lightyears away, radiating cryptic melodies

to astronomical eyes, spying on skies

that promise the answers to all of their why's

reflecting light from neighbouring, Andromeda

and meteor showers caught on radar

This universe that clouds my mind, like

- comforting night skies, though our intelligence is blind.

Imagery of the Milky Way,
Captured by night skies
Those twinkling things
That give my mind wings
& slight euphoric sighs..
Are much more than -
the humble stars
that glisten in your eyes
- They're burning orbs
In galaxies,
         spectacles that entice...

stray thoughts
born from the blue
become daisies when
the sun shines through;
a dark age unravelling
the Elysian fields
from existential glooms
come ethereal yields..

abysmal feelings rise & fall
society hurts a shattered soul
I hate connection,
  proximity burns
     victims stay victims,
       till that victim learns;
       all you have is yourself,
      scarred yet starred-
    with glints of hope
amid the tar
hurts to know no one
understands
   trivial matters
     flare up in fiery lands -
       of hatred subtly
         thrown into your heart
          like an eternal hearth, none
         cares to help put out
     hurts to know the perpetrator
   gets more sympathy
than the one who's crying
at his torn dignity

Hushed streets at midnight
          not a soul awake..
blackened windows,
          a neighbourhood in slumber
nocturnal breeze rustles the
                                   sidewalk trees
small dandelions
                    shiver and tremble
We saunter quietly
                      down the lonely lane
sharing 3am thoughts
                       and listening to the stars,

they twinkle but all that's heard is a faint -
                         Crickets' creak,

in a Silent world, untroubled after dark.

Myth of dense forest terrain
anomaly creature, inexplicably inane
8ft grizzly humanoid primate
resides in queer & eerie climates
emanating the putrid stench of death
Its' presence will have you gasping for breath.
Strange disturbances in electric fields,
the camera glitches, recording squeals...
in the distance, a blood-curdling roaring howl
that even silences the consistent night owl
midnight in a forest cabin; awake with dread
as the Sasquatch peers through the window
across your bed.

Thoughts of the Tesseract,
mutilated the brain
Blind to the 4th Dimension,
curiosity drove me insane
We're so engrossed in enigmas
that we can't unravel.
Space & time subways,
in lightyears is how I'd like to travel.
Universe captivates,
dim minds under the weight,
A slim scope of existence
inside this Icebox of a mind,
                                     it resonates.

A mural of faint galaxies
behind my eyelids
vaguely sparkle
like the static of tv -
it isn't darkness
nor is it imagery...
It's nothing
but, what is nothing?
Like bedsheets pulled over
the pupil & iris
staring at a ceiling of
subtly glitching galaxies

A million copies of the plastic girl
a toxic culture around the world
Unique beauties - blind to ruination
diverse belles - their mothers' distinctive features
Fall victim to insecurities, a void
a spectrum of beauty - destroyed
cut, paste, puncture, sculpt & fill
In the name of 'perfection', new faces billed
another puppet to commercial traps
cosmetics over quality, innate beauty in scraps.

A mind encaged,
heart in longing
sadness raged
by lifes' cunning
Prison within
feign paradise
sombre sails set
to what entices
destined to end
at your demise.

Can't remember how I fell asleep

moments before the mind sunk pillow deep

unconscious conscious evanesced, fades

existential thoughts, the ace of spades

numb to the world, we disappear

blank comfort, unknown atmosphere

A ticket to the Theatre of dreams

seat upon a cloud or hellish screams

Where the mind's in liberty minus your intention

Without the strict regime & restless tension

A cinematic place of infinite wonder

no technicalities or time to ponder

The preposterous imagery behind your eyes

Solivagant adventure floating in the skies

As dawn arrives & your hanging on the brink

& wake up not knowing what to think

Gloom drenched sky
grey musty clouds
slumber sighs
thunder hounds
startle the heavens
biosterous barks
silver linen
lightning sparks
Zeus in fury
reigns stormy skies
grey coliseum -
Orchestra up high.

Midnight timelapse of the day;
a chaotic flasback - pandemonium
I'd grow Griffin wings & fly away
Off of lifes manic grip - a restless podium
Where the spotlight burns my eyelids sore
Profoundly fatigued, deep to the core
These complications that I can't ignore
I want to hit snooze & snore some more.

Starless firmament after dark
falling back into permanent gloom
stare up at the black canvas
manic thinking - only to assume
that telescopes show depth & dimension
a peak at a page of the universe
minds in contemplation wired with tension
wonderous discoveries never fulfilled intention.
Even though we're enticed with possibility
expected to live our days with ecstatic productivity...
This facade covers up bleak existence
against glum reality - the human resistance.

Synopsis of existence
Truth of the universe
Beginning of all Beginnings
-all I seem to write in verse
These futile questions,
never answered to
Suffocate your mind
till' it turns blue.
Wait, does the mind...
even possess colour?
The mastermind of life
must be such a troller...
Grants us unquenchable curiosity
- a teasing curse, a monstrosity.
Us minions to unknown sorcery
Stuck living this blissful atrocity.

The secrets of euphoria
Insist on letting you down

All this work but no reward
just something for humanity to hoard

search for the ends & the beginnings
another goal but no winnings

Time ebbs on, doesn't subside
so much to figure out during the ride

these accomplishments spawn burden
satisfaction's not an eternal eden

greet with smiles & socialize
an addition to those that you despise

delete destination, expectation, emotion
no fun in life unless you're one with its motion.

human innocence is overrated
we are psychopathic in nature
no psychology or social analyses
will ever unravel this creature
dimensions within us,
layers of the unknown
what we are remains a mystery
Impotent observations
of the cryptic mind
outrageous in it's ambiguity.

Ah, wisdom & philosophy
critical thinking is catastrophe
profoundness of curiosity
importance in ideology
might be so greatly hypocritical
to the purpose in life - entirely
struggle to figure out, 'complexity'
could be humorous in irony
To the anonymous creator;
'Why make man such a Thinker?'

senseless in slumber
oblivious to the world
forget existence as eyelids shut
into an abyss, the presence swirled
floating in nothingness
no thoughts or intention
sleep is the therapy
that's not often mentioned

i desire to reside
in Van Gogh's 'The Starry Night'
amid swirls of sapphire blues
timeless at moonrise, amber lights
wind warps the firmament
- magnificently expressive twilight
as dawn seeps in whirling, unforseen-
Saint Remy's asylum view; in sight.
silent village, cerulean nocturne
whispering melancholy -
painting, bohemian.

Sudden thirst for adventure
Nagging my brain off to venture
In a citadel of imagination

So much possibility
Yet out of reach in ability
Thoughts built an alcazar in pure elation

These hopes clash with the ordinary -
Mediocre, prosaic reality
But maybe simplicity's not as bad as they say

The search for 'extraordinary'
Will have to wait in its dormitory
So, I'll leave them in my dreams
                             for another day......

We're wordsmiths forging a masterpiece
Perception's the brush to our mastery
Phrases sculpted like chiseled marble
with Michelangelo's dexterity

times' thoughts struggle to translate to poetry
& ideologies unleash your inner lunatic
But as Picasso proved, with his absurd canvas
Even confusion could be artistry!

The world's preposterous afterall
Its Interpretations come from the cardiac
& psychosis is better than normalcy
I'm fine sounding like
             A dyslexic graphomaniac.

Don't you feel, it's time to feel good

       enough time wasted on negativity

that was a phase, a perished past

       gone - disintegrated into nullity.

Experience engendered a refined persona

       & it's time to fill that void with productivity

The road will always be as rough

       But your soul will strive for positivity.

Are we living an Oxymoron?
In an existence with no "Once upon..."
Magnetism causes gravitation
Minds linger in constant levatation
Refuse the touch of blatant grounds
Can't accept reality will come around-
the corner, when the time's just right
of all the dreams you've accumulated - in spite
Is it in the constellations like mystics say
Never believed in illogical misfits anyway
Could futures possibilities be written in the sky?
Stutters in the struggles of answering the whys
Are we surrounded by patterns, codes to crack?
with the intelligence an average human lacks
Infinite questions & complications
Waiting for the great moment of revelation...

Cataclysm at its finest is it?
Catastrophe galore
Crisis & calamity
Beginning of  
humanitys' war
Great nuclear holocaust,
Mother natures devastation
Festering with inhabitants of the era of degradation.
Where we are the parasitic infestation
numbly oblivious to backfiring ruination.
Our world is a gas chamber
with poison - being suffused & saturated.
A toxic wasteland for our toxic souls
heartless ghouls ought to be annihilated -
obliteration sounds tempting...
'mass suicide of this vicious nation'.
Black death couldn't quell us malicious beings
No virus contagion in existence ever would -
eradicate a species, this selfish & grim
Should we blow the world up if we could?
All the Atomic & Nuclear could be put to good use
Escape the mess we made & ignite the fuse
As the grotesque & gory go up in flames
vanquish every origin of mans evil games
Watch Earths inferno,
much better than Hiroshima or Chernobyl
Lamenting on the barren face of Mars,
Of the spectacle 'it' could've been but never will.

Lucid
Crystalline
Sea in Cyan -
a rendezvous
with the
Vermillion sunrise
horizon.
Its Amber halo
fades into the
Opalescent
Azure sky
vaguely cast
in Magenta.
Alabaster white
froth, laps up
against the
Sandy shore in Fawn.
Beachy summer-
the vast Blue
Fluorescently mellow
Dawn.

All the whirlwinds that you're caught in
seem to subside for another

At the peak of existence, your worldly presence - meteorically withers

templates of morality sculpt you in the guise of societies figurine

Life's an arc of luminosity that flashes with no time to intervene

Daylight's wasted on the quest of figuring out a plaque, title or conclusion

Chance are; purpose, concepts are menacing distractions, mere illusions.

Being alive in the same land your heart beats, & not in another hallucination

Is in itself the grandeur of appreciating this entire creation.

Do we sleep just to wake up in a 2nd existence?

'The parallel universe holds my destined reality'- says my mind with persistence.

Or I'd be happier floating amid fragments in the asteroid belt...

To suffocate in space, knowing here's where I last dwelt.

This foggy mind,
where the mist won't cease
Opaque clouds drift
to my thoughts - the breeze
intentions unclear,
abandoned with slight fear
passions muted -
purpose is queer.
White page lies blank
Black ink is drained
the brain's an asylum
neither insane nor sane
Is this the Kingdom of Boredom?
for all empty souls & crumpled blanks
Please reach thy vibrant hands into the dump
with the glimmers of galaxies in your eyes
& drag me out of this living slump.

when the underdog
becomes the undisputed
the once doubted, shamed-
famed as ill-reputed..
takes the world by storm
a sea of disbelief
demolish every construct, norm
to give the world relief
to redefine the past
as a salubrious origin
for the present that commends
all your life decisions.

a chronological sequence
a capture of moments
kinetic art of reality
through complexity & clarity
meagre for bland eyes
cynics with heart beats
but flatlines
in indulging in
the cacophony of life
- align the body & mind
with the glimmers in sight
before the grim reaper
emerges with his scythe
snarling - but of course
it's the nature of life.