Tag: soul

Impermanence

Dribbling lines in the blood-stained sand
are but fleeting nicknames
in the churning larvae construct

of time

of human super imposition
laid upon the confused face of iris green
and supple oceanic skin and cracked white decimate teeth

which has no name
other than metamorphosis beauty
or absolute soul incarnate
by RJP

Saving Face

Sit on my face

And absorb the madness within my skull

searching for a flow that I can listen to

And be so wildly separate from.

Sit on my face

And witness the beautiful curly haired forever mine undeniable queen

I’m sharing the plains of mist

With.

Dark eyes and a mesmerising dance

Intoxicated

Intoxicated

Intoxicated

Feed me tacos

And a tune that shreds your soul and mine

A drop that sends us both

And a two day bender

That breaks us entwined

Yet holds our outrageous ignorance

In a stunning embrace.

I love you.

by RJP

Descend

Descend into the pits of being, you reckless dainty soul. A blinding light before your face does fold unto itself and yank you through an effervescent portal to the higher plane. A place with dancing sprites of every colour, creeping violent broken shades and absurd outrageous landscapes laid out in fractals which twist and grow and pull attention from all that which you came to do.

But push on now, blinkered through a smoke of all you know to be distraction, hunting for the source of soul or the seat of ego it must be scorched forever from this land so you can sit amongst it, awakened from material slumber to the peace of only nothing.

Through the layers of psyche you go, accosting fight or flight and instinctual dread as it tries to tell you NO! Don’t do this you’re going to die you’re going to die please, please, don’t do this don’t do this you’re going to die.

You must.

Blast on through unhinged emotion and tear asunder attachment and aching desperate dreams. Cry your final tear and slice the limbs of pride and longing this spectral being you once aspired to grow and nurture, it’s almost time to be.

Rip away at constricting useless rational webs of who am I and what it is to live and there it is the silver eye of godly crystal awaiting your demise or ascent to high vibration or the crumbling of this box you’re trapped in. You’re here. What next?

by RJP