The Bridge

Ra... plauged by visionary dreams, portents of extremes and logo significant symetry

 

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Within the pretense of particulars ~ we dissolve ~ diving into the elaborate frenzy

extend the trance end dance --- sinking into --- backdrops of chaos holding

~ the dominion of dreams ~

a surreal vice

 

--- clutching, at the ethereal ---

~ the whimsical, whisper ~

catharsis in a periodical pause

~ temptations ~

trickery afoot

amidst nocturnal illusions

stolen

 

--- infiltrated moments captured ---

points, of relative decorum ~ tainted moonlight ~ like some comatose, paradox

these lutescent moonbeams, dance the jest --- as imagined significances, are pleasured

--- a plebeians prize awarded, by delusions ---

An American Dream.

 

--- Spans the Distance ---

 

Crumbling immaculate celluloid spectacles projected

~ in all that can be conceived ~

our naked want exposed --- an impressionists perfusion --- reposed on utopian squalor

~ classicism plundered on modernist themes ~

confused

This muse is not amused ~ to stand morally accused ~ of sentimental crimes

--- played on the recluse --- and waylaid --- in some dystopian heaven ---

feel, that languid rupturing bliss ~ the precipice, of between the lines

~where reality lives ~

sublime

--- The river Flows ---

into Clandestine pools

--- drowning in the black abyss ---

unwound helical flames, afloat on the crippling breeze

formless broken, participles --- fractured tendencies, amidst

~ these zephyr nothings ~

slinking away, dissipated dreams --- ephemeral realms, into the deep

--- to be carried away, on crimson tides ---

~ crystal tears fall ~

like static rain, out of hard argent rouged skies, mute factions play on

--- their serious games and, frenetic tainted playgrounds ---

seep poisons --- into the fray

warning sounds litter sullied well worn trails of trials

Predators, track concrete jungle ~ choking off, Earths loamy soil

... Pristine a theme, no longer to be seen ...

They weep

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Rossen]

"Call It paradise and kiss it goodbye"
Stuns my mind by then It's to late to cry.

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beautiful..haunting ...divine..wow...your voices blend effortlessly...