Poetic Rambles..

The poet's soul breathes inside the mystic depths of the unknown,

She tinkers with her inspections,

Undoing the stitching of the intruders that take her hostage,

Hoping to make her own patchwork quilt made from the nucleus of

abandoned puzzles,

She grows on the undoing, never knowing if any of it will be done,

Acting on the impulses that glide chaotically past her sphere of awareness like a shooting star darting towards its final objective truth, The compression condensing the undoing into the doing, the variations into the singular of one possibility,

The split performing ballets of interpretations,

The cog wheel of understanding spinning on the axis of ever changing states of mind, Clashing with the intellect of rationale,

Drinking with the madness inside the unsanitized chamber of unknowing,

Smoking joints in the joinery of opposition,

Mingling with different personas of fantasy,

Brushing past the lady dressed in deliberate white,

Sitting with the security guards wearing uniforms of sanity, where they discuss the implications of returning to the foreign land,

Finally crossing the blurry border of thresholds into the forgotten worlds of the boundless reservoir.

I met enchantment through the tiles of my mosaic whispers, which encouraged me to draw outside the illustrated lines,

By bending backwards I saw forward,

and so the patterns appeared and recognised themselves by dancing with the familiar,

and until the waltz of undoing starves the habits' of their oxygen, the shining of awareness onto the cracks of my failed mortar will continue in its deceptive maneuvers.

A trap set on the border of each symbol,

The memory stringing sequences of images together with its capsules of data,

Pointing the flashlight of deception onto the blurred lines,

Fading into distant history with glimmers of denial,

Walking through doors in different houses,

Embellishing of falsifying the furniture through the force of my thoughts,

The mirrors hanging crooked and quirky, off beat, but centre,

Shining side angles of multiple reasoning's, which trickle down the perceptive lenses of my off kilter awareness,

The traps becoming undone when the border of sanity dissolves into the raw end of itself.