A surging, endless lamentation,
Of past mistakes created.
A shrill eternal ululation,
Never to be sedated.
Visions through a fish eyed lens,
Full of unwavering scope.
Kaleidoscopic patterns descends,
Organic structures full of hope.
As the patterns turn over and under,
Weaving themselves in delicate filigree.
Colour and shape blended asunder,
Emerges the silhouette of an ancient tree.
Bearing fruit that initiates elation,
And sweet nectar that electrifies.
Flowers bloom, ornate decoration,
A tribute to the ethereal beauty that it supplies.
Golden flavoured aromatic vapours rise,
Bioluminescence glowing grand.
Its purpose difficult to surmise,
Growing graciously tall it does stand.
Then violently the tree it does ******
Itself from its essence.
Leaving us with ourselves to trust,
In our veracious nescience.
It’s branches and leaves now just a memory.
The after taste seems so bitter,
And with it leaving a given summary,
Of our concepts that dither and flitter.
A trembling realisation.
Show me your soul and I’ll show you mine.
Torrid and flustered anticipation,
As we gaze at one another our hearts align.
Hold onto that moment,
In its singularity benign.
Postponing atonement,
Clutching on to the supposed divine.
Pragmatic paradigm shift.
From the echelons of infinity.
Negativity gently drift,
As we accept our divinity.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
A surging, endless lamentation,
Of past mistakes created.
A shrill eternal ululation,
Never to be sedated.
Visions through a fish eyed lens,
Full of unwavering scope.
Kaleidoscopic patterns descends,
Organic structures full of hope.
As the patterns turn over and under,
Weaving themselves in delicate filigree.
Colour and shape blended asunder,
Emerges the silhouette of an ancient tree.
Bearing fruit that initiates elation,
And sweet nectar that electrifies.
Flowers bloom, ornate decoration,
A tribute to the ethereal beauty that it supplies.
Golden flavoured aromatic vapours rise,
Bioluminescence glowing grand.
Its purpose difficult to surmise,
Growing graciously tall it does stand.
Then violently the tree it does ******
Itself from its essence.
Leaving us with ourselves to trust,
In our veracious nescience.
It’s branches and leaves now just a memory.
The after taste seems so bitter,
And with it leaving a given summary,
Of our concepts that dither and flitter.
A trembling realisation.
Show me your soul and I’ll show you mine.
Torrid and flustered anticipation,
As we gaze at one another our hearts align.
Hold onto that moment,
In its singularity benign.
Postponing atonement,
Clutching on to the supposed divine.
Pragmatic paradigm shift.
From the echelons of infinity.
Negativity gently drift,
As we accept our divinity.
