Tag: metaphysical

Thoughtless Impermanence

He stood in a vast square

Where milled many

Who fretted and fussed

Over this

And that

Slowly he raised it

A small black box

Whose edges shimmered strangely

As the lid rose

The sound of the square fell

As an unearthly silence blanketed all

Smothering the words

Which played upon their lips

From it arose something black

Which looked more like a hole

Within one’s sight

This something flickered

As though there

And not

And in a moment

Expanded out

Engulfing the square

And all its little fretting people

But still it shifted

Showing now and again

Its flickering ruin

First destroyed

Then not

The people screaming

Then not

Mother held child

Husband held wife

But none spoke

They simply could not

What was their to say

In the face of death

Which took

And gave

With such thoughtless impermanence

The Azure Forest

The door swung open

Soundless

Before me lay a forest

Drenched in emerald

But fading to a deep blue

In little more than a few meters

As though the sun

Brilliant as it shone

Could only impress upon me

But this small section of sight

I walked and all of me was heavy

Like a dream torpidity I felt the drag

I opened my mouth to call

To search for another

Who tread these verdant paths

But nothing came out

I slowly turned my sight skyward

Then I saw it

Just below the treetops

A shimmering blanket of wave

Where danced the rays of sun

This forest was also a sea

I do not drown

And I know these paths well

Though I never walked them

And upon this path

Quite by chance

I found another

She took my hand

And I, hers

And together we forged ahead

Deeper down its winding paths

There was something familiar

Something familial in her touch

A lover long lost

But no memories to say so

Still

I know her

And she knows me

And together

We forge a world

In the endless blue

A Hall of Sea-Sung Pasts

I’ve been walking long

No end in sight

Some parts are carpeted

Some barren, boards broken

Others shine like a Christmas Day

Allways continuing on

I’ve always feared peering behind

Looking back on those long untouched parts

As I look over my shoulder

The hallway curves

Almost imperceptibly

Beyond my vision

I decide to rest

Head against the wall

This part of me never hungers

But cries for respite

My dream is elsewhen

The hallway here shifts

A slow and steady rocking

Sea swell bucks beneath my feet

A window beside

Porthole in truth

Gazes upon an unbroken horizon

Even these waves not breaking that expanse

Slowly I walk on

Then a drawing

An artist’s rendering

Crew in revel

Watery ale poured freely

And there I stand

A different face

Voice rattling from sea-spray scratch

But eyes alight with the same life

And besides me stands

Her

Allways here

Allways finding me

Or I find her

What difference does it make

So long as we are beside

A bit further on

A moment frozen in time

The water breaks

As something hits it

My lungs fill

Hard to breath

Above she cries

Leaping after

Beneath the ocean

We embrace

As the cold stabs

As the air flees

We kiss

A promise

To find each other

Once again

Smile

I came first

Before the prestidigitation

Before the psychiatrist turned religious head

Before the queen

and her tyrant

Before the new order

Before it all

I was there

A smile I carved

Upon everyone’s face

I am every beginning

The unfettered potential

The master of none

The harbinger of greatness

Close your eyes

Allow the world to take you

Walk weird as I do

And I’ll see you through

And I’ll see through you

I am The Fool

But turn me over

See the otherside

A Hanged Man’s warning

Look before you leap

Elsewise prepare for what you meet

Communion

I arranged it perfectly

My magnum opus

His blood found the cracks

Slipping between the tiles

A bloody tessellation

Then I sat

And played the harp

His final serenade

A lilting dirge

The notes rebounding

Refracting

Multiplying

Fractal melody

The room shimmered

In a strange light

The corners folded

Perpendicular warped

To parallel

There then I communed

With the infinite

Transcending

The Night

When I met her

I knew everything had changed

I was alone

Nursing a shot

The bartender close

Hands shaking

As he poured another

The door was open

I don’t remember it opening

But the night poured in

Cold and windy

Dark and stormy

Framed by streetlight

She wore a dress

Black as sin

Lips layered charcoal

Eyes smokey but sharp

“I’ve come to collect

A few of my things.”

Her voice was low

Sultry

Enticing

I swiveled around

Teeth flashing wolf bright

“A drink or two?”

She smiled back

Oh that smile

A dangerous thing…

“No just a few folks

Who are going my way.”

She clicked her tongue

But seemed to consider

“Maybe just one…”

I looked to the bartender

Whose eyes were wide

And staring at me

“Well? Pour her a drink!”

He stumbled away and left

Through a back door

“Rude…”

I grabbed a glass

Poured one out for her

And she sat down

With some gravitas

I held up my shot

And she, hers

“Sláinte!”

I tipped back

“Sláinte agad-sa…”

Her cool response

Her shot was empty

“So what brings you here?”

I bubbled cheerily

“Like I said

To pick up a few friends

Who are going my way.

I mean in the end

You’re all going my way…”

I paused in pouring

I looked back at the crimson

Splashed over the booths

The tangled limbs

The faces of horror

And gripped the pistol

Which sat before me

“And me?”

She laughed

A laugh like broken glass

A rock through an old house

“Soon

But not yet…”

She drifted from me

All grace

And power

Gently she caressed their faces

Lifting away

Something thin

And whispy

To each one she did this

And I waited

“Well do enjoy your whiskey

And have one for me

Before you call it an evening.”

With that

She left back through the door

Closed already

And the heat suffocating

That was when I met her

Call her what you want

Death

Hades

Valkyrie

I simply call her

The Night

Hypothetical

If there was a man

Hypothetically

Who was everything you ever wanted

What you alway desired

And he hypothetically lived

In a big old house

Alone and want for love

Could you see yourself loving him

Hypothetically

Only in concept

A purely thought formed man

Chiseled features

And flowing hair

The idea of perfection

Hypothetically waiting for you

In his imagined house

Dressed sharp

Just the way you like

Yes

You thought you could love him

You thought you were there

Holding him and kissing him

And living and loving

So perfectly lovely

But you awake each day

Alone

This man forgotten

For only a moment

And when you return

To this theoretical place

He feels like you were allways gone

You feel so guilty

Hypothetically

You thought you loved him

You thought it was perfect

Until the day

You found him dead

Edges fuzzy and blurry and red

Already forgetting his breath

His perfect laugh

You realized

You didn’t love this man

You only thought of him

Hypothetically

And so you went on

Your life none the worse

And from time to time

You think to yourself

The perfect man didn’t exist

Except the one

Who lived

Hypothetically

Abyssal Core

Our superiors informed us

A new initiative

A deal had been made

With those elder things

And in return for our service

They would graft onto us

Onto our technology

The smallest bits of them

Almost unimaginable in power

Our flesh twists in grotesque mockery

Of our former human bodies

Tanks and planes and guns

Breath with new life

Aware of our touch

We are now known

By a new name

The Abyssal Corp

The King’s Maze

Miles of stonework sprawled before him

The King’s Maze was king Azmodius’ masterpiece

Though for those few who found its center

They found the king had something to hide

Something so terrible it had to be contained within this structure

Our hero rested his hand on the arch of the entrance

A chill ran up his spine at the cool touch

Something in its simple stonework

Whispered terror into his soul

With a step he crossed the threshold

Left hand trailing along the wall

He would find what hid within

And expose Azmodius for the devil that he was

Our hero felt the air cool, breath fogging

The world twisted rolling onto its side

He lost all sense of up or down

And soon fell upon his knees

As he raised his head

Something had changed

The stone was different, alternating

Path inlaid with dull metal

He stood unsteadily and placed his right hand upon the wall

Slowly he began to walk again

Footsteps echoed in a rapid cascade beyond and behind him

Louder until they seemed not to be his

Something followed far behind him

Thunderous hooves stampeding

He cried in horror as he turned about

Arms raised across his face

The cry thundered in crashing resonance

But soon all fell silent

He lowered his arms

And found it changed again

The stones stacked in intricate swirls

The path, metal and wood shaped intricacies

All of which depicted a phantasmagoria

A crown enwrapped in hands and swirling smoke

People clutching faces, screams issued from twisted shock

He trembled as he wrapped his arms around himself

Seeking warmth of some kind

The air was so cold here

He walked awhile more, the cold slicing through him

Soon his eyes grew heavy as an unknown warmth encircled him

Collapsing against the wall

He lay for but a moment before his eyes flew open

Again it had changed

The stone a fantastical design inset with gems of all colors

Upon the floor the design had changed once more

The crown now was grasped by twirling tentacles of purple and black

Eldritch things tearing off the flesh of their own faces

But he was finally warm

So warm

Somewhere far ahead something began to beat

A thumping low and ponderous

He did not hesitate

This was what he had sought

He was sure of it

As he turned a corner something occurred to him

He had not turned a single corner before this

Only ever curving walls obliterating at the horizon

This thought was swept away as the center came into view

Red light flooded his senses

Cinnamon and blood

The sound shaking his bones

The sight of all that was hidden

The flesh

The words

The steel

Left him tasting something acrid

And fearful

There was no escaping

He knew this

The truth here would die with him

And that death would come swiftly

On wings of silk and skin

The thumping beating its sky-long span

The claws descended