Places that once had names
changed by wind and rain
and sun and shifting sands
once mapped and framed
bad lands claim
dry bones.

Desert meets sky
   and rivers run dry
and road is lost
    to all who try
to find their way
    to shining pools
of silver lies
    miraged below
forgetful skies.

Days go past in time lapsed
skies changing fast to black
to red to blue to white
and back again
to no end
in sight.

r ~ 4/7/14

Into a dark ocean I stare.
Nothingness.
Yet perhaps small glimmers of light; false as they may seem to the eye and soul
still nothingness
Miraged hope
unattainable light
too far away on the endless horizon

What kind of magician are you?
One who would carve a heart in two.
Offered as truth, the audience view
Miraged oceans made of sand.
Light retracts, distracts,
Sight fights sleight of hand.

The eyes will see what you will show,
The mind will always think it knows.
The heart will lie, cheat and steal.
While smiles conceal, frowns reveal
That still we can't say what is real.

I went to section fifteen to try and work the chord cabled advantage but yet the boss got miraged into some stupor? Is he all there today? Not sure

Here for the moment..
or however long that takes me..
until any memory of me is gone,
And I'm miraged inside your minds interface..
I escape thee..
I am left behind..
as time passes by..subtly..to erase me..

grave matter girl-friends,
gut twisting houses,
premature guitar smashing,
magnetic traffic,
screaming screaming screaming,
back tensing cameras,
miraged judgments,
elusive, true judgments
sick projections of my insides on the outside world
stuck in the back of my eye.

all monsters bubbling in and out of my only body
strange things my mind becomes
before it finally evaporates

things that beg to be slain.
ventured upon, they fold under my fatal grandeur
and become minions of my higher self

Aestival

bright are January's skies
robust light poured
into antipodeal
atmospheres
azure blue
interspersed
occasionally
by slow moving
cotton ball cumulus
feeding into endless
cerulean horizons

the effulgent outer world
blows
into my inner pnuema
and heat rushes in
melting to puddles of wanting
my intended precept
of cool headedness

the fires of missing you
so blazingly perfervid
they strike envy
into Olympus Mons
molten heart
scorching every
living thing in vengeance

I am mapped internally
pointered
by embered markers
in all the hues of longing
which bleed in through
fevered *****

like a forest scorched
laid to barren hot dust
by racing bushfires
time hangs in the heat haze
begging for the quench
only found in your kiss
to soothe these
internal infernos

my eyes ache
through the dusty
miraged heat
straining
to fix you
in my sightlines

only then
will these raging fires
be subdued

J.C.

This is inspired by, and a direct 'bounce off' one of Crows poems here, 'Hibernal' (link below) that I absolutely loved.  Thank you Crow, for letting me take the liberty, of using yoir poem 'Hibernal' as a jumping off point for this one


https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3686581/hibernal/