The Vigilant Swing

A voice in permanence spoke lightly

My eyes gazed easily over the abstract district

Morning patterns

Dutifully aligned ‘neath night’s wakeful apathy

Stacked and fluttered before me

The very condition of a living thought

It’s thick existence temporarily dismounted

Afloat in fluttering winds

A winged conscience

Conscious of nothing but the reaction to

Random lines

Preclusion of certain madness perhaps

But in wider scopes of mood

These casual stacks breed answers

There is more of reason

More to deception than just

A gloss in cornea here

Other things to reckon than hurled moments and certainly more than just the old midnight taps from spigots

 Disrupting this wakeful dream

I dared fathom what hands could create such testimony

As such that lay before me 

The shroud blazed in red stained ink

Monsters of treason crawling up from within

I chose my door skillfully and began to cut out the sounds

Like fish falling from a high dry puzzle they screamed to the floor

And the resonance scurried to hell

I could only vision the eye of poison that led me here

The coat that last I saw opening out through mist

The hiss of the street lamps

And my hands gaged eerily against their cause

I can neither describe nor interpret why I am still allowed such reveries

But in this end I know its’ a rub on the rings of descent

This disease to pathology keeps me ill

And with the raven shadows my page

Like a godly child I burn the curtains

Breathing deep

One last stack, I promise the child

Wishing in mind

A better noose of dream to sweep.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Joli Dy]

The condition of a living thought and daring to wonder at the one who testifies... Beautifully crafted foundation to the wonder that follows. I'm already bound, unable to not take the next step because I must see what lies before me/us.
Then you paint a feeling with the color of primal emotion... Cutting out sound which, once severed, falls to the floor like fish screaming. How remarkably precise an artist you can be. Your voice is so distinct.
"A rub of the rings of descent" begs to be an album title or something we happen across, rediscovering from time to time, but you just place it here before us with cavalier generosity.
Without regret, I step toward the curtains aflame to admire the "noose of dream". I am captivated, mostly willingly.

[Perdition]

There was this moment, briefly, right before these words arrived when the laughter satisfied me and all was settled into the lucidity of our deep illusions, briefly, but unaligned and disturbing. A moment when I knew that what was happening wasn't, I thought it was merely ephemeral after all, still reckoned by course, or through seeing this world in a new core of disarray and strange geometric relation, a moment when even listening became a beautiful strain, I too had made that promise without regret to see this through. That moment became a reality I had never seen before..a momentary door opened and closed to angles or truths when, well let's just say I began to see things differently, and much like you I scrambled to scratch out what I could before the "whole s**t house went up in flames" ...it seems strange to have a traveler know of this as if almost a witness to the same visceral unstrapped world and most certainly appreciated. You must have read the brochure..hahaha ;) Thank you for knowing and sharing and letting this in far enough to be infected, and thank you for the willingness to step into the flame...that too is a rarity and sensory aloneness from the self that most are willing, all too easily to pass on by. "Capital" may have been the best of calls I've heard in quite some time Joli Dy. Smiles~

[ETERNITY]

SEVEN
Within the universes there might be
Perhaps two voices that align?
Heaven's twin as one might see
Yet, all creation seems benign

[Perdition]

Close an eye and trust the numbers I suppose? ("WHAT'S IN THE BOX?") ..hahah. Perhaps, when "perhaps" allows itself that reflection. Thank you Eternity..."Universes" Huh....hmm, been traveling I see. Good to hear~

[ETERNITY]

Actually, I wrote that after reading your work for a couple of hours. I guess I was trying to say your work is Heavenly. Awesome, really. Thanks for sharing with us mere mortals ;)

[Perdition]

Oh for the love of what is and what is not be careful as staring too deeply or too long into any of my confusions could cause serious mind distortions..hahaha. Thank you again for your very kind words.

[emmajoygreen]

'I could only vision the eye of poison that led me here
The coat that last I saw opening out through mist
The hiss of the street lamps
And my hands gaged eerily against their cause
I can neither describe nor interpret why I am still allowed such reveries'

Your thoughts go in so many directions, the throwing up of a pack of cards, some floating, some falling wherever. Perhaps the idle passing reader will pause then rush away whilst another will read, read again then spend time deciding which way to think. Poem entitled, 'Food for thought', perhaps.

[Perdition]

I can only fall back on Mr. Wallace Stevens, "A poem does not necessarily need to have a singular, clear theme, and can often be more about the experience of language and the exploration of ideas rather than conveying a single, definitive meaning;" The thoughts are the clear obstruction to poems I believe, we tend to rely to harsh on things unattainable besides...and then there is that other concept which demands you compel the reader...haha. Always more than the probable face of lost on both admittedly, but I
do appreciate the time and read Emma~

[emmajoygreen]

Of course you're correct! You said what you thought, felt or contrived; guess I did the same but am prepared to be corrected, sir.

[Perdition]

Oh, there are no wrongs or rights in this lifetime or my universe, only poetry and crumbling ones at that, but just so long as my page imbibes, so I am sworn to keep this blood nearby and the pen just as handy..thanks again.

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Love your style of writing keep it up!

[Perdition]

Many thanks and apologies for the massive delay...traffic was a b***h!! ..lol. Happy Holidays if still here~`

[Kristallo]

A better noose of dream to sweep.... chillingly poignant final line, you have such a flair for ending your poetry with a bang. I loved everything about this. It was whimsical with an almost paranoid backdrop to it, ominous and deeply thoughtful. "But in this I know it's a rub on the rings of descent." Unfathomable. So great, I loved this dearly.

[Perdition]

Where was I then that I missed your review...Kansas probably dear friend. Hope you're still around and kicking out the windows as we did once upon the grand opening here.

[Priscilla Sayers]

Your sorrow cuts me to the core my dear friend, especially when you know that I am here to see you through all troubled times. The Ravens continue to perch before me, their calls beckoning me and yet you remain only speaking in the tongue of Ravens. Find the light that I offer, the hand to pull you from the depths of darkness where you dwell alone. Do not stay there my friend. Express away but release as well.

[Perdition]

Hey, I posted Rain King didn't I ? Sorry I missed this Canvas but we probably actually discussed it all back then while you painted that garage in fresco simile.