REALMS OF REASON, INSANITY, MAGIC & MACABRE

Don't Look Back

And it began, the moment had arrived. No one knew if this was the reckoning, nor who would survive. Shadows of men walking the earth below, nothing left to learn, nothing left to know. We watched as the sky darkened, a gray cloud looming overhead. No angels of heaven harkened the day aloud, “The glooming of her dead was awakening, and it is said we are what is left for the taking.” The thunder growled low from inside the mount’ and a blaze of lightening reached out and touched its sides. Torn asunder, howled below, we gathered, losing count in the haze, the flashes frightening e’en those who still preached and shouted; “Satan’s clutch, we must hide!” Those of us who were but apparitions of men, who once lived a glorious life upon this ground, chose to cover ourselves in dust without apprehensions, ingloriously running beyond fear to be found before the mount’ closed forever, through the storm, t’ward some ominous yet hypnotic sound. Wearing the stone like a veil, the flas...

The heat emanating from her bowels, Now overcome with the toxic air. Many have succumbed to their fouls, They disappeared, no longer there… Where have they gone, where could they run, To escape the wrong and what they’ve done? Bodies hardened against the molten rise, Curled against its constant offenses. Listen to their pain in echoing cries, Stripped bare of their final defenses. Where are they now, hiding their sins? Wondering how, when nobody wins. I lay unable to move from the pounding heat That reverberates the air that becomes my breath. This is where two realms finally come to meet. This is where life transitions and becomes my death. No one survives. Wars are insidiously fought. Eventually the planet will cool, histories pass, Taking the lives of so many, and for naught… Vitrification creates a beautiful orb of glass. From out there, the galaxies watch in dismay, Lest this be their tomorrow created today. Written by  M Teresa...

While I stood watching from the vast expanse, I felt the pull of something beyond my view. Blinded by more than the eye’s peek-through glance, Rays of light, like flaming arrows, piercing through. In darkness, black mass, I sense a changing; A spinning into place where the flame remains. The fire burning, now rearranging – Growing without limitations, no refrains. Above my universal being – Sits now at the head of my heavenly form. This Celestial disbelieving – Caught within the pull of this magnetic storm. Yet, below the head of this monstrous face, Something hums a soft and calming lullaby. The sparkling dances in the dark with grace, Circling, twinkling with an innocent sigh, Within my soul, a sense of fleeting, Awareness of becoming, born too soon; Gentle cadence of a heart beating, Reacting to the orb, my mother moon. She reassures me, you are what you are, No comprehending this destined birth. Fear not, at your head burns a mighty star, ...

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A CASE OF INSOMNIA A TEASER FROM THE BOOK MY NAME IS METAPHOR please let me know what you think here or on Facebook.     The night has come.   Tiptoed in without a sound. He just looked up and there it was – blackness. Tonight, there would be no moon to give a hint of light to the surroundings beyond his bedroom window where he lay waiting to see if perhaps he could return to the other side… please. No, it would be another night of tossing and turning and over thinking that would eventually drive him to madness again and again. This was becoming his life now. The days were where he found his slumber, and the nights his anguish. He would tell them all that he suffered from insomnia, but it was a lie.   He slept fine during the light of day because his mind was too weak to spend another moment in the spotlight of faraway laughter, the mulling about of the neighbors as they visited over fences an...

I Should Have Been a Better Man I. Suddenly the door swung open and revealed a darkened hall. There was nothing standing on the other side as I lay frozen upon the bed. Whose hand had turned the knob and pulled the door crashing to the wall? Whose breath was so powerful to push to the fore, revealing nothing but the dead? II. As suddenly as it had opened wide to reveal the darkness looming there, It shut with a slamming that most assuredly woke everyone from their sleep! No one seemed to notice; no one here cried out into the night in fear ‘Twas only I who took note of this thing; ‘tis only I who had a secret to keep. III. Things moved across table tops, the mirrors cracked and rugs twirled upon the floor. Surely my imagination was not so rich as to purchase such visions as these. There was something here with me that had entered through that door… Someone who knew all along; had no need of locks and even less a need of keys. IV. Begone! I screamed to what I could...

They owe us nothing, we watched, and we saw everything. We understand the pain all our choices still bring. Suffering still, the mental battles once lost. Buying a life worth living -  such a high cost. We were jacks of all trades, yet masters of none, Toy soldiers unaware a war had begun. Confused, we never knew which side to take. Damn the night and the choices we would make. Sins never mattered, no judgment to face, Strange atonements, stains easy to erase. The memories remain to remind us - Histories remain, they will not blind us. We are always here watching and waiting, Perverse obsessions, anticipating. Calling out for help in your mortal realm; Let go of the choices, we’ll take the helm. No need to prove yourself, no battles here, Walk away before choices reappear. Never return, nothing here that you need; Life cuts you in pieces to watch you bleed. Bind your wounds, bind each thought, action and word. Choice is a les...

Inspired write from another syneasthete - February is Syneasthesia Month (for my birthday) I will be interviewed and sharing the spotlight with Joseph Zeppardo and Shannon Lyons (if all goes well) - I'll announce it here. Sitting here listening to a cacophony of melodies telling me what my story is. ALONE, the color one sees when they close their eyes with a faint fever developing beneath long feathery lashes - Lips a shade of coral blush that tastes like sweet honey fresh from the hive. OMG yes, I'm a words person - Certain words especially have such a luxurious and beautiful velvet color - Metaphor is a midnight blue and I want to reach out and touch it. Lucidity is a word that changes color as you move it with the light. When someone calls me "Your Grace" I feel it in my bones and it feels soft, like kiss - just close enough that I can feel his breath against my cheek as he withdraws and offers his hand to cup my face, I become weak and ...