Paradise

Antediluvian nightmares from beyond
Chimera’s euphoric dream.
Space trips at the centre,
Tearing reality at the seam.
As masters of the universe
We are inextricably linked,
Inexorably connected by,
Life’s unrelenting curse –
Our marriage to the hearse.
The enigmatic attraction,
To the restriction of the void;
Seeing further and wanting more,
Bare witness to the core.
But now…
                 I need time,
                 And he needs me,
                 Together we will be kind,
                 In kind,
                 To all of humanity.
A prestigious master who makes,
Eternity an absurd oddity;
A spontaneous and impeccably planned destiny,
With serendipitous and fateful organisation;
Such abstract ambition!

Purgatory

With deliberating certainty
We race towards the truth;
Seeking the beauty
That lies,
Between the beginning and the end;
From Cassandra’s complex condition
To Shakespeare’s mad rendition,
Then Homer’s first Iliad
To the Simpson’s final silly dad.
After laughter and before the tears,
We explore the ethereal plains for years,
Searching throughout them for someone
Who duplicity cares,
Needing an entity who rigorously stares.

Inferno

But shame; oh horror, the people who judge!
The colours are angry they flicker and smudge.
Do we do what we’re told because
We should? Or we must?
Are we attractive through love,
Or lust?
We are who we are through the things that we see,
Inexplicable need for more time is the key;
                 Within without I see the surrealism of the truth in me,
                 For what can be more beautiful than she?
Panic stricken and out of control,
The abyss grows like the black hole,
Nothing escapes and nothing is consumed,
All things return and must be resumed.
Why am I like this?
Did I decide or did they?
Strategically placed,
Our lives are encased,
By the maniacal media
Who frame our thought.
This decent into madness,
Is how it begins;
Filling the chasm by breaking away.
Orpheus’ lost
Humanity’s the cost.

Nighttimes intoxicated realm blurs softly into dawn.
The crepuscule fades dutifully till the morn is reborn