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, ...