Makeshift Heaven & Cryptic Earth
I decided it was time to move beyond my old poetry thread to get a sense of freshness for everyone with a passing or deeper interest in the kind of work that I do, in addition to inspiration for me as well.
For those who are familiar with my work, I specialize in mostly freeverse poems and I do a song now and then. Other than that, sometimes I go with the more standard rhyme format, if I'm feeling a little formal.
So, here's something to pull newcomers in (hope it works!
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NOTE: These poems can sometimes be edited slightly over time, so multiple reads can often glean an even deeper result.
Shadow Dream
The stone skyline splits as I am born, creates an avalanche of sound that charms the cryptic earth like ancient rhyme. The air whines with the noise of voice against voice, and rings in my ears. I am among a vagrant crowd that quarrels with its many selves when not polishing mirrors. So is the way of my race... This is not beyond me. Among all sapient energies, it seems I am essential; this is the curse of the mind. At heart, what subsists this soul is the ten thousand things. I reach for a treasure, and it becomes waste before my eyes. A layer of enchantment pulses over everyday life, making it hard to distinguish matter from mind. I reach out for a hand, it takes me, and then I cast it behind into the waiting mouth to which my back is turned. It is vast and burning, and I sometimes hear it whisper my name. I wait alone for something I've never had, reaching for substance in a white room of desire.