Ashes

Primal/transcendental prose-poem

She who birthed me in dissociated skewed love turns to ashes. The lost beautiful boy who struggled in darkness turns to ashes. She who engaged me with open heart and quivering thighs turns to ashes. She who simulated wanting me with phasing brain turns to ashes. Facebook friends, flesh baked friends, and all the fine fucked asses turn to ashes. This abject acute loneliness turns to ashes. Inflated or repressed, you are not who you think you are turns to ashes. Visage of this mirrored staggering champion turns to ashes. Luminous lyrics and buzzing blurbs turn to ashes. Avoidance of deeper inquiry turns to ashes. Ecstatic ardent lovers turn to ashes. My volcanic lava-bursting godcock blowing us both to joyful smithereeens turns to ashes. Torch of aeons' agon turns to ashes. Your soaring praise and searing blame turn to ashes. Punk rock squirrel monkeys discovering cures for all diseases turn to ashes. All bewildering thrill-ride billions o' biped births and deaths, all heart-rending children of the earth turn to ashes. Dionysus damned turns to ashes. This lead-lidded golden mind bomb turns to ashes. I turn to ashes. The cataclysmic spinning globe turns to ashes. These searching words turn to ashes ashes ashes. Ashes.

Smoke wafting from the ashes not yet cold vanishes into subtle realms to stay distilled, sublimed, or reappear as smoke ring-enhanced ash-fuel fools for stained grasping in worlds upon worlds. 

Adamantine pure Love-Mind sky remains, awaiting this aching ash smoke heart's attunement. And so this bittersweet chalice empties unto the dawn.

Beginning yet again, the original undying Fire of Only Being will ever have its Way.

Reviews

[KAOlmsted]

About half way through I found myself spitting the word "Ashes" with a bit of a sneer on my face and my fists clenched in my lap. The last three stanzas were a bit gratuitous, in my opinion, but I enjoyed them just the same. It was sort of like going from this diatribe that fully engaged me to all of a sudden hearing the end-credits music and blinking in the lights that just came on in the theater and wondering...what? Is it over? That is to say, I enjoyed the ending, but the movie was too short (for me...greedy kimmer) ;-) The things you have turning to ashes up in the main body of the piece were far more interesting to me than the denouement, which, frankly, didn't fit...meh...just my silly little opinion ;-) I thoroughly enjoyed (most of) this poem, and I sincerely thank you for sharing it with us.

-kimmer

[Pax Analog]

It's a literal process of life & death in form, perpetually renewed by the Formless. Real Consciousness Itself vis-a-vis karmic time lines.

[KAOlmsted]

Yeah, I totally got the premise...I was probably just distracted by your volcanic lava-bursting godcock blowing us both to joyful smithereeens ;-)

[Pax Analog]

Hahaha! -- o that's lovely! Never underestimate the power of deep psychic engagement! And post-smithereens is a grand expansive time-free clarity.

[Lilly Negoi]

i don't know what i enjoy more, the message or the use of language :) they match one another beautifully :)

[Eve]

ah Pax this is brilliant, we are all just one huge sunflare away from ashes at anytime our entire tiny existance could be blown away and no one will be here to care if the phone bill gets paid, who's sleeping with whom, no green minded saviors to tear out their hair at the atrocities we do to our earth, it comes ,it comes but when nobody really knows, we breathe now, that is what matters.

[FireWoman]

Full circle always. Each aspect of "a full life" is minimized into exactly what is is. A ride through your mind is a roller coaster of truth, thank you.

[Michael X]

wow, you take the event by the wings, to rise from a fall, challenges,
then captivate the darkened highlight, well written and expressed. 100

[seaNobody]

there must be the ash of the chain mail existance we lead and how good of you to recognize this! and ofcourse the center remains, burning-- our immmortality. I like the unexpected nature of the writing. it gains momentum in firey intensity and then concludes well with a change in statement on the last verse. From ashes to fire. do you want to capitalzie all of Fire of Only Being. Maybe this could be the title!