Capricious

82 - Nightshade

"Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly."
- Franz Kafka

I radiate like a rift in realities, denial deadly in the dust, merged into a molten mask, and forever fading free. Shadows shouting at my shell, crouching and crawling ever so cruel, lured I know by lush lullabies, taking in my taunted tale.

Then coming to know, it's not about trying to become more beautiful, it's about letting your inner beauty shine, by discovering who you are, by living your passions and your dreams, by understanding your way through life. Wise and bright, ever growing, ever learning, ever hunting for experiences, never looking back in regret.

A ghostly chant through my bones, an echo of a world smooth and slippery, delectable trances waving in pure delight, living out the absolute as I do so dare.

If the game changes, so should the rules.

With all the collective learning we have at our disposal, we must then discover who we are, our place in the world, and form an identity that can dream. We realise a purpose for our life, utilising the resources within our control, we turn our dreams into plans, and shape the world around us.

Awash in a perfect lull, my mind stops thinking, and starts dreaming.

I have found purpose, to come up with new ideas and make discoveries that will help life grow harmoniously, to breathe knowledge into the world so we can live the greatest that we can, to remain eternal in my offspring through giving them the best of me.

Nightshade flutters in the breeze of my mind, an eruption of fire providing nutrients to the earth, for without the dark we'd never know the light.

This is the melting game, torn by seasons and weather, casting bright into endless horizons. Slowly killed by life yet revelling on, finding paths through discomfort and mystery, still wandering blind and bound by time.

Rare jumps into crystal warmth, that come when unexpectedly profound moments do arise, clear days surround cold and grey, but electrified colours now and again do charge my breaking heart. Inner battles between shades of life, between realities and dreams, between responsibility and ecstasy, between richness and time. Mind supple, actions fluid, I grow faster than the world. Ever the best I can be, ever fighting myself to create myself, to create my life, to create my wondrous realm of oblivion.

Curled up in the petals of a black rose, blooming in the night under the moon's rays, singing along to my silent song as it flows, bursting wild with life under starlight's gaze.

Floating in the water, swaying gently back and forth, breathing in the cool calm air, with land in sight and home so near.

Held by a shimmering cloak, a star I have become, drawing art to orbit my being, fading through constructions of lesser minds. Branches growing towards the light, at peace with happenstance yet always reaching higher, fighting the pull of easy extremes, forging my own place in every spectrum of existence. A true rebel in the rough, living by the laws that I have learned, leading an evolutionary war, to win balance in the universe.

This reality is a shell to our subconscious, that is where our home truly lies, a timeless world without law, the endless expanse of our self. Barriers between levels of our consciousness act like mirrors, dimensions of our soul reflected through, each layer evolving on a deeper level, enchanting us inwards in order to grow outwards.

An artist's mind is without inhibition.

The world flies by, a diamond to my eye, seeing through our lie, I'm not afraid to die.

Slipping through the iron gate, into secret gardens of the soul, driven by a purpose I'm yet to understand, writing my story into the fabric of time.

The chimerical canon of whimsical thought, whipped into cream of clouds, the burden of showers lapsing into the submission of the surreal.

An underground club, music and smoke softly floating in the air, a rich individual cast I melt through with ease, each another turn for my dream's gaze. A world rich with dancing light, yet darkness all around, pieces of mind spread across the shadows, this fragile world so real and kind.

A fortress of jade becomes me, senses softly humming, soothing in their embrace, the day shining bright and clear. My third eye opens, subconscious breached, in flowing feelings of the past, and dreams of the future. Rising higher in mind, inhibitive cries drowned out, wrapped with rapturous joy, at feeling so alive.

The canvas drawn blank, for the castle has sank, yet reigning in the bank, charging life at the flank.

Lying under the tunnel, gazing at stars of mind, dreams taking flight, melting together all I find.

I desire just enough power to rule my own life.