Like the Phoenix resurrected from the ashes of yesterday
The metamorphosis of the Caterpillar to the butterfly
The Magnum Opus…
I have been preparing for all my life
Lush bloom from seeds
Planted oh so carefully
Painstakingly sown
Cultivated to bear ripe fruit
Organic
Divine
True
Propaganda seeping in
Filling the void, the empty spaces
The upside down, absolving sin
Ejecting all original thought
Rejecting logic and reason
Perfecting the vessel so keenly mesmerized
Internal treason unfolding as predicted
Trauma triggers cerebral inhibition
Cognitive dissonance after attrition
Distracted, difficult to realize
The weather worn ship near to capsize
Gallantly relishing in its own demise
Yet who steers?
And to where?
Might this be an everlasting loop?
No chance to regain my autonomy
Slim chance to regroup
A chaotic scene laid out before me
As if some devilish, whirlwind through
Upending all my precious valuable views
The beautiful field of flowers…
Now- thorny, threadbare roots
The majestic purple skies
Ashen grey, covered in soot
Even my own reflection
I could not compute
Perception askew in the matter which way I view
Seems something sinister has wiggled its way in-
Disrupting my awareness, and my patience grows thin
Thinner than a single silk strand whisked like feathers in the wind
All my preconceived conceptions all my preconceived conceptions blown away on a whim
Transforming the feelings, the taste, the touch,
What I see…
Confounding and unfolding asa mystery
I cannot help but to look at it cynically
Like the glass half full
Is now the glass half empty
With the water I thirst for, drowning me
The bright nourishing Sun
Now my enemy
Blinding my vision
Yet I cannot unsee
What a boring world that this would be
If everyone were just like me
I need a little variety
A little intrigue
A little mystery
Something to pique my interest
Make me see another angle
Show me what I have been missing
Show me something new
Learn, as I have been yearning to
I would not know
If not for you
And you, and you
I will take in all the valuable experiences
Things that matter
That make a difference
To bring the synapses connections together
In reverence
Purple skies
Silver moon
Swoon under the stars
Into a mysterious, shrouded, reverie
Delectable thoughts of you
Crooning husky whispers in my ear
Drawing me near
Making my heart beat
Frantically in fear
Pounding out of my chest
Faster and faster
Short of breath
Helpless…
I laugh at my resilience
No stress
Is it a nightmare?
Or reality?
Fall into the canopy of darkness
The void feels so soft and comforting
