Whispers of Hypnos, Page 2
Joshua Jones
Wings
The last of the Monarchs rested too long in a grassy field
and was is left behind by the eager winds
as autumn flutters from a long summer
of heavy shade and cloud cover as a
few updrafts finally found their base at the
random columns of transparent golden sheets of sun.
The leaves have relinquished their green
for tones of gaunt yellow and blood red
only purple blooms remain as the last vestige
of an insolent season of bitter blossoms
where the butterflies speckled with inkblot
white leaf shaped wings cavort and compete
for the prime pistil overburdened by pollen.
***
The last Monarch flutters, falls and rises
in the throws of failure into a stone shingled roof.
One wing torn, the wind blows with animosity
and the king spirals down the slope of the gable
as one wing turns to dust and rides the breeze.
***
On the thinning grass, it flops as a fish
on the dry ground that is close to water
as one last effort to recapture the past, and find
balance, the insolent atmosphere grants a wish
and lifts the butterfly off the thinning grass
into the shade of the last violet flowers.
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Dashed into the thick growth beginning
its cycle of hibernation, the chill comes
and in the shades of noon, there is frost.
All oranges evaporate to brown
and the leaves fall into piles.
Proto-Voltaic
In the failing unfathomable furnace
balance is defeated
heaviness prevails and synthesis ceases
ichor becomes a chain
that links the divine wind
to the breath of the empyrean.
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The dusty solar furnace reignites
after a few clouds pass by
the cosmic wick glows under
the kiln, as the potter’s wheel
spins over the eons.
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The wanderers gather to build
the galactic galleries
the sculptures of stellar
cartography plot the axis.
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Dust is spread unevenly as
stone becomes David and desert
gas glows with signs of electricity
ice giants of the Norse live silently
around certain pieces, Diana spins in delight.
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Out of the scattered remains
sentient beings stand and stare
to collect the dust as they spit
into the mound to make clay
plates that embrace the heat again
and set free the frigid breath
from the first unfathomable furnace.
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Will balance be defeated again?
ITCH!
ITCH, itch, itch, ITCH!
Desiccated deserted digits digging at the shallow surface
The simple spike pierces the sensitive reactive skin
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Separated isolated space of overwhelming annoyance
A diluvium obsession of a moment’s envelopment
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GOUGE RENDER FLESH ASUNDER, excoriate efficiently
Surrender to the pains warm release (damned contained cell)
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Scratch for an instant, mild relief, emotive thief
Consequences of irritation last of moments seem weeks
Satiety in red drops, crimson flakes drifting, coalescing to surroundings
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Pulse, short breath, hesitation, is it gone?
It is back, frustration to collapse!
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It has evanesced, deep breath?
***
SCRATCH
Tableau Vacant
Snow sifting through the shadowy sky
Dancing down waltzing with winnowing winds
making equal park and stone, no divisible line.
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The empyrean empties, individuality to singularity
Forms are held by the immured atmosphere of rime
A season of reasons, a necessary purging polarity.
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Snow sifting through the shadowy sky
Dancing down waltzing with wanton winds
making equal park and stone, all at one time.
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Children wait with anticipation for the first flakes
Unscheduled vacations, sliding with elation, free fortresses
Adults see the slippery conditions, all the potential mistakes.
***
Snow and chill fell from the shadowy sky
The dance is done, the wind has blown an ashen serenity
that comes at the end when storms slowly die.
Ad Infinitum
Nyx and morning cycles revolve and unfurl
Pleiades and Helios radiate into destiny
Projecting light, streams as violations through the void
Mirror into mirror, a second a measure of tick tock
but all numbers go from zero to plus or minus eternity
A second is infinite when fractions are fractured
Questions of ontology and cosmology boggle consistently
Music of the nature of the universe echoes exponentially
Energy of stars, carbon as tears of a supernova cry for humanity
From the death of past light the organic manifests, strategically
phasing, introducing, producing maybe polluting
consciousness, or a rip in time and space
Quantum mind reaching omni-directionally- Ad Hoc
Ad Nauseam … Ad Infinitum
BLOOM
Delicate streamline tendrils holding firmly into familiar soil
A stable flexible base to stand in the rain and unrelenting zephyrs
A staff of veins and smooth shiny skin reflecting and absorbing
The individual coming together as the collective organism
Each process and purpose in sequence and balance
A simple saturation of sunlight as strength
but shade is comforting in the heat of midday
When Hyperion is at zenith and projects and radiates the cosmic wind
the stem grows straight as the leaves extend to embrace Tellus
Petals spun in beauty’s loom and fragility’s thread
remind the elements of the persistent instinct
The eventualities of withering and desiccation of form
exist in the certainty of winter imbuing the frail fabric
A scent wafting, permeating all inquiring olfactory beings
drawing each closer to be present in the full potential, efflorescence
of the aromatic sensations and memories created and stored
its effect momentary, the intended eternal aim is true
Pistil, Sepal, Stamen, Anther, Pollen, Pollinium, Pedicel, transportation
is an act of desperation and never assured by numbers
The petals discolor, leaves recoil and fall in sequence
to the greeting earth, where the worms wait in the first layers of soil.
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The cold surrounds, halting all growth instantly
To cease to be annual or perennial, a determination of birth
Some fortuitous fruits are born in the perpetual summer
where the waves of rays may not lose intensity and frequency
so is the luck of the equatorial tropical zone
Where the winter’s wrath is never known
Vox clamantis in the disco
Bombastic blowhards bombarded with recollections
Instigating
conversations of confusing conflict
Beer to Absinthe the indulgences pour
Unmitigated circumstances for revelry
Lascivious debauch as Bacchus and Dionysus
Out and about vibrating and drooling
Unaware of the stares and the whispers in the haze
Singing praises to poisons and impulses
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Obstinate obstacles chauffeur the lanes and the door
Braggarts and haggard nosed vagabond bonding
Sexual dynamic laws inverse the equation
Tracks unfamiliar tripping over flopping feet
Reasons for conscious unconsciousness vary
Erections tend to fail when whiskey prevails
Potent potables and irate individuals find each other
Enjoying imbibing and the pungent weed
Reviving old traditions of vine and seed
Orgasms simulated by biochemical means
Underestimated locks on the chains
Singing praises to poisons and impulses
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Defying death’s invincible state
Return to confidence a liquid creates
Ubiquitous affection, a sneer in the other direction
Naked ambitions barely arise
Kettles burnt black bang as they are called
Always a synthetic state in which to relate
Reacting to stressors slowly, if not at all
Dying to have fun as fun may be dying
Singing praises to poisons and impulses
Humpty Dumpty and Chaos Theory
Asunder from the center a crack, a fracture in crystal
Insular integrity dispersed with contact
A separation, a simple seam becomes a slow rift
Explosion in all directions, spherical expansion
Cessation of acceleration a setting to rest
A riddle to reassemble as broken eggshells
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Attracted back to the focus an incompletion occurs
Instability once shattered is naturally imbued
Geometric glass shards refracting inward, reflecting outward give light
The fallen’s flight and depth to quizzical quandaries of recombination
Recuperation a task of time, adjustment a feat of the mind
The total is less for the collision
Never the same previous precision
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Pieces of the puzzle present a picture of the few
And it is recognizable but still slightly askew
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Continuity compromised
With shattered potential
Anti-Aphrodite
Why so much anger towards those without children?
Why such suspicion against those not fulfilled by others?
Why do so many smirk when they are told romantic love is fleeting?
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To accept the greatest gift even if transient is understood
but it is lost in the shuffle of the everyday and loses potency
The corrupter-routine and mediocrity-a haze never to burn away
An insult to intellect forever pushes from the cosmic egg
A wish, wasted away, is granted as it dissolves
as the unrequited love lasts only in insolence
and an undeveloped sense of reality is simpler to chew
Romanticized romantic Roman myths, stolen from Pericles’ forefathers
mutate in the courts of France and fly away with Mercury
we now know it poisonous like lead, and some of us will not be.
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Why can’t self-destruction be an aspiration?
Why can’t many accept that for some standard success is defeat?
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Echoes of anguish reverberate and blend to thoughtful paralysis
as we also feel the lacerating instinct to pair bond and fuck
Sensitivity is the access to the torture… we can’t un-know as
an organized, single minded cell, a generation of numbers
waits to propagate, abstain from promoted vice, to acquire the device
to dilute the masses of media, information as blissful stress to the senses
Poor misunderstood stoics, foolish hedonistic hippies and flower kids
Allergens are regurgitated hourly with a succession of clipping and grafts
Cultivated and fertilized versions of Iphigenia and Telemachus
are planted by Lancelot riding a plow horse as he puts on his shiny helmet
Wretched masks of manipulation, seldom known they are worn
Cracks form from bouncing the alpha waves that do not cease
and sleep of routine is not restful, but continues to makes promise
of an epic poem as the journey is to the office and daycare
Love is a laughable word, no less a humorous notion
Loneliness is more comedy, Aristophanes knew, HA, ha!
Some can refrain from the viral strain of DNA but the call of
the incantation is mellifluous as the witches’ brew
of biology boils over as Aphrodite bottles and sells her drug
that some will not buy but it is always advertised.
Imperfect Crystals
Black stained diamonds weeping on the road
Machines milling millions taking what is tolled
Hands bound if they are left to wash
The ore’s wrath explodes to slice the naked tympani
The membrane tears and the bells constantly resound
Fire from the Earth moves dust to dust
and penetrates the ancient coal
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Agencies of western vision close eyes violently to ignore
all of the manifestations of their sub-consciousness to abhor
Silk lined pockets pulled out to release the sand
Loud laughing corpulent corpses pollute the promised land
As the crimson card dealers shuffle for Croesus
a black hearted straight wins the pot of ash
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Our fields of the night can never be re-sewn
Bones are reabsorbed to become minerals again
Signs and symbols decry destiny’s plan
To be is to be perceived in the great sunset’s industry
Eyes shut and ears closed, never removed if never known
Seethes, bleeding in the streets of Freedom
bondage is never just a rusted chain
Museum
A suggested donation is paid as
paint dust, dried rainbow, faded flakes
flutter in the columns of over head light
bouncing off the tile floors dispersing
the diamond flecks of inspiration in
the pristine recycled air.
Avenues of captured sight are lined with
the painted and engraved mirrors in which
few dare to truly gaze. Plug in and be guided along.
Theories and educated guesses swirl
as invisible smoke that is present
as real forestalling silence.
A boy dressed in a business suit says
“That picture with the lady and the baby is pretty.”
As his father listens to the prerecorded commentary
from his white plastic covered earphones.
The boy loosens his tie as a pot has caught
his eye and he rushes to the pedestal.
He tries to stop but the body and base
collide. The pendulum once in motion
cannot find its center.
On to the tile, the Grecian Urn falls
to become pieces, parts of a sum
that litter the avenue so none shall
pass as a claxon call terrifies the patrons
and alerts the curator to call the insurer
but the father cannot hear.
br /> Guards in gray, underpaid and sleepy in their cells
converge upon the disintegrated past
as the reflection of a badge
glitters in the father’s eyes.
Light takes time to deliver the dance
of inverted images into the mind and we
forever chase the present and live in
passed by moments.
The urn was broken before the boy
saw it shatter.
BANG
Elemental silence, the first imbalanced form
A pervading absterged clarity of the unsounded
Vibration ceased and in a stasis to be held motionless
Nothing to be without and nothing to conform
To listen for the secret silence will just confound
Its place is omnipresent, atmospheric and frequenciless
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Stop and unleash the vehement behemoth
The deluge of waves of vociferous vibratory blasts
Shattering all solidity and casting all of the taciturn asunder
Not in all feats contrived by imagination parallel the violence
Of a single concentrated calm explosion of light from the silence
Displaying scenes of time’s dreams and distant solar thunder
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A centered mass collects, coalesces and correlates
Collapsing, crushing, changing from nebulous to geometric
The quiet has since faded but restores as expansion relaxes
No graduated segments of distinction, nothing yet to be dated
Extra-universal complexities following the only plain super-symmetry
Changing the degree of rotation and all spins away from the center
Outward, onward, forward and toward forever together
Gravitation holds, fusion puts up its fists
Creation came about well enough
This cosmic play had no rehearsal
In this dimension anyway.
Breath and whispers
The atmosphere condenses and holds a heavy hand upon
the friction of simple gestures that engorge the fool
Both are lost for a handle to grip the moment
The symbols of alchemy are written, the scene resolves
and reality pauses slightly as the apparition in this daydream winks
Knees quake and become gelatinous as the floor pushes upward
Sweat releases in torrents of putrid pheromones on to clenched digits
The flight of fear flees into the shadowy inchoate night
The circle completes as one combatant exists in defeat
Embers are pitched and fall from the surrounding chorus
The blinded and distorted course into each other
Release, release control and act
Release, release fear and fight, no the drain has no plug
Give up and slip away silently, so sadly, whirl in the vortex
A complex embrace with sympathetic intonation
of a night’s nihilistic void unavoided
Something filled something lost
Bereft of breath, chest in ever tightening chains
