I see their reflection shift around this broken order
In this world of mad enchanters, where there is no order
I hear the gasps of weighted spirits beclouding windows
With a freezing flame, hushed... the dying breath of order
I smell brine in the bloody sweat of hard-working dreamers
Who swear they will reach the fabled happy ever order
I taste the bleach of ashen skies in flakes of cinder rain
Of cities, copses, crackling corpses from crooked orders
I touch The Veil of murky colors, torturous waters
Where gagged freedom suffocates from profitable order
I feel the lashing agony of their bereaved bodies
Lost to a vile violation of self, rights, order
I imagine a prismed aurora of faith and wanting
Bleeding fractured fuchsias jagged into crimson order
Order dis Order. A manic maniac in panic.
Chaos hoarder in a tape recorder. Bipolar order.
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The Mind's Pursuit of Indefinite Intentions
PoésieA collection of poems from the haiku, sonnet, and ghazal forms written for as a foolish quest to bleed randomness into meaning and back again, just like this description you are just reading. In other words, this anthology constitutes my exercise in...
