Showing posts with label space. Show all posts
Showing posts with label space. Show all posts

Saturday, 27 October 2012

Skydark




The clouds painted with hints of heaven cast deep, sinister shadows on the beating surf below, slapping at the rocks with the aquatic wrath of a god. The soft arms of nirvana, where glinting gates of gold peep out, allow the Sky god to offer himself as a host, and to dramatize the celestial love from above. The ridges of the nebulae turn from blue to pink as the Sun closes her weary eyes and drifts along to the edge of darkness, shepherding oranges and reds into her sacred field of sleep.

 As my dark pools are torn from the fantastic realm above, I see fields of rusted fronds fluttering in the wind. Strands of cobwebbed hair determined to distract my vision cannot mar this delight: the silver spray from the waves; the pink bonfire of beaming divinity; the teasing light from across the bay. The latter entices my interests with its bitter brightness – a sparkling jewel amongst the lurid colours of sunset. My heart urges me to edge nearer to this furtive radiance and so my legs amble over rocks encrusted with crackling salt crystals, and spiked grasses bleached blue by the Earth’s malice, until the night engulfs my clouded mind and the swirls hanging above.

Chills lace my body as dribbles of icy water seep into my sink; the light draws me closer still. I find myself at the end of the shore.

Before me – nothing but the dark perils of a wintry sea, behind me – the echoes of rusted tufts of deathly shrubs, melting and fragmenting into the curling wind. Below, the hungry waves kiss my feet, waiting for the final plunge; above, the light screams for me, bellowing my name.

The yellow glare penetrates my shivering bones, extracting my soul, my will. So brilliant, so intense – I must join you at the core. My essence, slipped from my hollow shell skips from the shore onto each swirling wave, like the gold flecks from the fountain above, dancing in the bubbling sea.

*

Closer and closer our hearts collide. I release a howl, you discharge a sigh. The rain ceases; the wind croaks; our spirit surges; we are one.






















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Monday, 2 July 2012

The Minons



While TV's blare ~ mindnumbing

While the students study ~ boring

While the second hand emigrates back to 12 ~ tick


tick.

While the night moves on ~ slowly
*
The Minons glide past – carefree -

Their purple cloaks shift and quiver as the night unravels,

Yet the air is still.
*
While the cold night shivers in echoes of the last night

and the night before...

The Minons go to where we are not, do not know, and never

shall be.

For the Minons, their flight has just begun.

hearts screaming; minds pulsing; eyes fixed:

They know all that is Unknown to us.
*
Beyond the superficial cosmic din that we call space

Beyond the immortals

Beyond Mars, Neptune and Jupiter -

Lies the People of Minacia.
*
There, the fruit grows bigger – fuller - juicier.

and the corn.

and Their minds.
*
While late night programs seem to be entertaining...

At Minacia, such a thought is trivial. Foolish. Unthinkable.

It is beyond enlightenment.

Beyond life

Beyond love -

Ropes of tires and

Strings of fires.
*
The Minons compel us to cease

like a downhill rally, We must

decline.

To us, colour is merely colour -

but at Minacia, colour is not seen, nor heard...

It is felt; they thrive off sensations.

Love – is - simple, shapeless -

like a cold shadow under the afternoon's sun.
*
The Minons marry the day and disturb the night.

The Minons seduce the day.

The Minons rape the night

- tearing at the still air - groping

the darkness till it

bleeds and grows yet

darker. They inhale the stench of self-pity; smothering

Their lungs, as the essence trickles into Their soul.

*
*
*

They are indelible, infallible, perpetual.

*
*

I would know.

*
*

Because they came for me.

While Life's disruptions blared

While heaven's fires blazed,


They came.



-Jaguar **Disclaimer: 'The Minons' are imaginary beings who shun humanity and believe that their own way of existence is a far more substantial way of living**


Copyright © JRFB 2012