#veils
Something lurks in the forest of veils,
A place far from the war,
Which 'we' prevail.
A ripple of unrest,
Within the blankets of truth,
Hanging in the dripping branches.
What is a which hunt, without a lie,
One to convince us were doing good for 'us,'
A blatant killer,
Is among us.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 10:43 AM UTC
Images we hang carefully on the wall,
hung carefully so it might not fall.
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 11:44 AM UTC
light veils of mist hung
o'er the river's snaking course
on day break dawning
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 8:28 AM UTC
[We are rendered vulnerable
Gender-less and pleasure-ful
Honest
Giddy children of the prance
Tuned to the occasion
of seasonal rearrange
and jealous of nothing]
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC
Druga is illusion
A symbol or a membrane
A discus to be thrown
To observe the arc in sunshine.
She is not the ball
To be shotput through
She is not the goal
But a passage by the soul.
Sit, spread
Your arms wide as rainbow.
Wife, you have forgotten
The son is not your daughter.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
It's not yet the hour
that already flew past
The thin air runs smoothly
The hard thought
pulses fast
Beat-heart beats
All sound
as creature
retreats
Coming are the Winter ways
But tonite
we stand witness
to Tempus feint-play
Aside the River
Abreast the Well
Beneath the Earth
Cupping the Swell
With a Breath
Into the Breeze
We ignite new fire
And
‘Twixt these Veils
We effect our Tease
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC
it is always nights like this, where everything is so quiet you can hear beneath the absolute threshold, when i begin to wonder if i am going mad. technically, if one were truly losing their mind, they wouldn’t take much notice to the clarification that their reality is nothing but intricate lies spun by their brain.
pushing onwards within the dark, i can feel it. a whisper of a dance in memory slices gracefully across my cheek. the hungry caress of a lost lover. it is a random number between three and four, counting the days of sleepless solitude; as my lover is playing tricks on me.
it is just before dawn. the house breathes and groans like a wretched soul trapped in a bottomless pit long before midnight. in the gray morning light, delicate wrists stained with ink serve as maps through a desolate labyrinth. “lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate.”
from the corner of my eye i see shadows of uncharted men that feed upon the protective covering, encasing us; separating our world from theirs. the barrier is a shield at best, yet doorway at worst.
try to detach your eyes from their persistent, wandering gaze; and you might just catch a glimpse of a shadow gliding out of sight.
don’t second guess yourself sweetheart, you know exactly what you saw.
shadowy figures slightly out of reach, but still quite visible – gliding silently amidst, whispering quietly to those surrounding. looking directly at the figures, a gauzy lace veil delicately masks and covers each shadow.
unseen claws shred the thin barrier before it is tattered and torn. one by one, little by little, each figure sharpens into perfect visual acuity, wholly in sigh(t). as you slowly inch back, eyes unblinking with disbelief, their voices are no longer whispers.
the gaping pits of opened mouths drown you in hollow prattles, screeching rasps; the cruel high pitched icy sneers of laughter.
petrified with terror and shock at the shadow’s newfound ability to speak, you acutely notice that the house is creaking and wheezing. you can hear footsteps on the opposite side of the house, and with your eyes averted, they are gone.
with this, you must take into consideration that i have spent far too long with eyes wide shut, drowning in utter fear fueled by morbid curiosity for this world: things seen and heard. each is a cancerous tumor mutilating my mind beyond repair.
to me, the shadow figures’ tattered veil appears to be a doorway, a portal to another universe. this sheer possibility spawns the magnitude of infinite and parallel universes.
much like the shifting hallways concealed in an e(in)ternal labyrinth.
amidst this never ending maze, man is forced to wander blindly from birth to death; where he then circles back around to his exact place of previous conception, only to be born anew. condemned to blindly roam and repeat his unbroken cycle for all eternity.
in this labyrinth we are all gods, we are all monsters. each creation story is universal, yet individual to each new life.
the sinner and the saint are both born into divinity.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
do you think
cloaks of normalcy
societal smiles
wash away reality -
that screens pulled close
pious veils drawn
means all is well -
that children next door
from 'respectable' homes
aren't used like so much spoil
displayed with polish
to the highest bidder -
what tales do you keep
to sleep at night
in perfumed air -
'it's far away
some hapless child
not where I drive
with tinted glass
they're lower class
don't know the Lord
mere runts down town
where father drinks
can't pay their rent
make decent wage
so sell the kid
for sordid nights -
- n - o -
it happens
to tender buds
in wealthy
suites
and poorer shacks
in any
place
and every age
from dot to
grown
they stay unseen
stare at their
sums
are ***** this night
sob off to
sleep
as mother too
walks right on
by
deaf to the screams
he wants his
due
so he will take
her brother
too
'now be a man'
says worm to
prince
he lies to all
most to his
face
and no one sees
and no one
hears
the silent screams
with veil drawn
close
they look askance
and walk on
by
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
To prevent men’s gaze, confirming her religious
Conviction, she wore a veil-black as ink, dark as coal-
No man could henceforth lust after her
Driven wild by the sight of her skin. Jump her.
Strip her. **** her! She drifted forever like
A ghost, an object, a hollow shell.
Only her husband saw her beauty.
And after him, another.
The institution of marriage demanded
Cloaks of invisibility, walls of ubiquity, anonymous
Submersion into gender.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 2:40 PM UTC
Light pollution
Plus my ****** camera
Means you cant see the sight i'm seeing
Yet,
It also means the sight i'm seeing isn't all that it could be
I just want to StarGaze
Yet,
Sitting here,
Staring at the stars,
It reminds me of how lonely and sad I really am.
No one to hold-
No being held-
And if it happens-its short lived-and in the end-what does it mean?!?
I want it to be something its not
its because i'm prone to rush into things
and then...
...then, its just sad.
Because while hes being a normal person
I'm off on some spaceship
Willing?
Willing myself to believe
Believe in what isn't
Being extra and non-terrestrial
Making something out of nothing
-well not much-
And debating with myself in my head
I let my wants and realities **** each other
Now I float
*No more overthinking*
*No more over-hoping*
**Just going with the flow, until I float upon some foreign and beautiful shore**
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 12:31 AM UTC
a tender fog
hides our view
of what might be
a face most beautiful
but we don’t know
as local laws are such
that beauty only shows itself
to spouses predetermined
by the wisdom of the elders
who demonstrate to have
no understanding
of human wishes and desires
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 5:39 PM UTC