You’ve reached the crossroad of the zodiac.
North you’ll find spring, summer rains, colonial truths without vitality.
To the east, Catalonia beckons, riddled wonders carved into the half-corroded hillside.
Southern man, knowing what he knows and showing how he goes, falters through without cause but justified by his own masquerading thoughts.
Western philosophies, originality. of which here you’ll find none.
Nothing but recycled mythology, claimed as Genesis through ignorant bliss.
Would like to thank JohannaMassey for taking an analytical viewpoint on my piece. ‘This One’s For You’ and for the kind, kind words.
So too came the momentary lapse of clairvoyance
Masqueraded by thoughts
Of a long forgotten rein
Just a muse through the winter months
Made immortal believe it true
Thoughts of you came ringing out
Constrained to fortunes folly
A hollow, haloed, Secunda mist
Orbited by dusks moon
Sleepless dreams followed.
Wednesday’s shamble, the mouthless ramble
Speaking a language they need not know
The helpless foray, here only today
Leading us where’s best not to go
And as we break rank, the ground gives thank
To seek mistakes once made by it’s foe
Speak slowly still
For the time draws ever nearer
Behold the ghost of those to pass
Soulless shadows of yesterday’s morrow
The ever rising sun
The vibrato moonlit hum
Tuesday’s shadow, the intwined hallow
The Aztecs went much the same way
Showing their hand, they march through the land
Looking outwards to see past the bay
So comes the trees, the worthy mind deems
Gifting Mother Earth one more day
Monday’s shore, seen all the more
Shallow springs of yesterday’s sorrow
Bitter it seems, porcelain dreams
The full moon proceeds tomorrow
Thoughtlessness due, and so unto you
Yet so empty and hollow.
Sunday’s fear, one silent tear
Shown forth through toilsome weather
Someday soon, once more too soon
They’ll shine like thoughtful treasure
Luckless and shamed, as we remain
Left by some vast measure.
The precognitive deposition must be flawed
If it is to know
Only then can it hope to strive
In a world that will do everything in it’s power
To best it’s foe
That which is you
Who chooses to stop and to stare
Watching others live your dreams
Whilst you choose to remain blind
Denying the birthright of exploration.
Plasticine portraits flicker in the wind
Stoned shallow shores barely drifting
Rise or cause to rise and hover in the air
Typically by means of a supposed divine power.