the wish is empty
before you only lies
haiku-heights theme: wish
the winds of ghosts called –
they told of where they had been
not where they yet went!
the UK was just hit by storms and flooding; I’m pretty sure that this was the remnants of Superstorm Sandy. Despite believing I knew where they had come from, I had not really thought about their destination beyond our island. Here’s hoping that Scandinavia didn’t take it too hard.
the thund’rous storm snaps
the dreamer awakening …
a nightmare scenario
speaking in tongues
oh fie, miss, you must not kiss
and tell – the thunder!
from source to soul
detoxify the mirage –
a matrix of lies
each train ride –
a tourniquet of boredom
constricting my heart
a blank personality –
my poker face
descrying this world
methods twist –
where darkness falls – reason lies
earth, water, air … fire!
fingers twist conjuring shapes
bitter thoughts attack
inaction’s utter violence –
the calm in my eyes
the mundane facade
before it is unleashed
prepare for the storm
feel the pressure wave:
smell the rain before it falls –
hear the gust – it comes!
sliding doors open
the calm of the night
this thread I walk –
this tangled web:
where dost it lead?
The problem was that the problem was here
sometimes not so bad, but now quite severe:
that usually, on waking, in the early morning,
I would wait for hours for the day to start dawning.
It would stare me right-back in the face from the mirror:
pale-faced and black-eyed but still looking for cheer –
and irises blue – sky blue – still full of hope,
but then back along the long hall to bed would I grope.
But as I try to retreat, the room that I’m in
suddenly moves and jars – starts to whirl and spin:
I reach out for the wall – but the wall isn’t there –
my fingers reach hopelessly, strafing the air.
Reality blackens and beginning to stall
through a hole in the floor that wide opens – I fall!
It matters now, not, which reality I’m from –
for the world that I was in – and all in it – has gone:
and the new, darkened, reality – this seething black bin
reeks of evil and monsters all crawling with sin.
Here I’ll fight to survive, whilst I look for a door
that will bring my consciousnous back to the world-from-before
and back to the body that lies, still, in the hall
where it lays empty and lifeless and cold from the fall
but that meat is unwelcoming – for my heart has now stopped –
so from here to another plane-of-existence I hop.
From one world, then, to another, a new reality I leap –
but the wisdom I find in each place shall I keep,
and finally bringing it back from the distance I range,
I know only this: this world has to change!