The astral lovers
Embraced in a dream
FogA silver curtain shields the distance. Shapes loom indistinctly in the immediate foreground like shadows in a world of dreams. Lighted windows are smears of stardust upon the silver. The world is haunted by sounds that come out of the dimness; and ghostly footfalls of unseen passerby whisper from the opposite side of the street.
Elizabeth Hinze (aka Grandma Betty)
TELESCOPIC VISIONLuminous tide, light of oblivion
Psychedelic electric, astral collide
Quick silver skies, metallic flight
Chromed moon, in the cool jewelled night
.the desert and the sea.I've been deafened by the noise of people's voices shouting their opinions
and what they think is right according to themselves.
No basis for an argument but self entitlement and self righteousness
and they can do no wrong yet they hold no moral value.
My thoughts are cracked in half and spinning,
a dust devil in a desolate place.
Chased by echoing whispered words of defeat and lies,
claws without any sort of substance
grasping at the fringes of my clothes to rip and tear apart.
Oh tear away from this place.
The road is wide and there is no straight place but the one inside
and He tells me where to go.
In the midst of chaos I stumble;
a confusing mass of promiscuity, it follows me
every where I go.
Remember Me, it's just a test.
Just a trial.
Can you hear me when the sea is roaring?
The vessel, it is capsizing
but I still trust You.
The gates of hell are here, before and behind
and the fires, they rise up through the waters
while the mountains collapse in smoke
and the islan
Look at MeSuppressed childhood tragedies
and dull morning hangovers
can turn mirrors into silver puzzles --
meant for palm prints and fingertips
to trace shivers through the spine
-- because crystal blue valleys
are worth more when explored
in saltwater reflections
than through the eyes of someone else
Not meThis stone white skin
Is not mine
This flesh and arteries
These moving mechanisms
These lungs and breathing
Are not mine
These thoughts emerging
This mind convulsing
These felt sensations
Are not mine
These neural signals
Generated by receptors
Propagated and realized
Not by me
This instance of reality
This state of actuality
This immediate moment
Does not belong
To what seems to be me
To what seems to exist
This creature can grasp
All but itself
This apparent selfness
It is not me
It is not anyone
Deterministic UniverseWhat sort of fool am I
to have shown her so freely
where I’ve hidden
the bauble of my heart,
so small but gleaming.
It showed me,
through glinting metaphor,
that it was not mine to give
but hers to have.
Compelled by the unseen
or radiations of our cosmic birth;
I belong to her.
All has been careful preparation,
an alignment of energies and matter
for this longing in my soul,
this scattering light;
a revelation of incompleteness
that I know so far from her.
The proximity I desire
is only a manifestation
of the Determinism
which has laid me here
within these folds.
I'm more of a writer than an artist, so this account is for writing and art appreciation. I'll keep posting deviations for the meantime--mostly fic. I've been writing them since 2003.
Current Residence: Pennsylvania @ USA
deviantWEAR sizing preference: S
Favourite genre of music: Alternative/Dance/Rock
Favourite style of art: Digital and Anime. Occasionally, a good landscape.
Operating System: Windows 8.1 and 7.
Shell of choice: Uh...conch?
Wallpaper of choice: Hisoka...
Skin of choice: Never learned how to skin.
Favourite cartoon character: Edo Phoenix, Kenpachi Zaraki, Daigo/Steven Stone, Hisoka, Mink, Orochimaru, Sasaki Haise, Yamori