Planetoid, swimming across velvet celestial heights through ridges of solace and unbounded ecstasy,
Beyond the sway of grassy fields below, manipulated by the winds and their tempers,
Above control and subjection and through orgasmic artistry.
Come take this vanquished soul away into myriad sprays of stars and the astral everglades,
Away from archaic existence, benevolent monsters selling truth on the sidewalks,
Enraged and distorted eyes of the once hopeful, who now scream in songful rebellion
against humanity.
against humanity.
I watch mechanical minions walk into hidden burrows disguised by moralistic beasts,
Gussied up with glowing tales and shimmering lights,
And walk out as narcissistic drones, extinct of soul and jazz...memories erased, of
wonderful peculiarity and hysterical pleasures that burnt in endemic fury across the sands of
life and beneath the morose feet of father time.
wonderful peculiarity and hysterical pleasures that burnt in endemic fury across the sands of
life and beneath the morose feet of father time.
Take me away, hovering spangels of the unknown, into a realm where dimensions walk through each other.
Where i could fly with you to the ends of the ocean of emptiness.
Steal me away in the depths of my dreams so when I wake up I will never remember what
reality was and the madness it chose not to appreciate, so I may remember every
bewildered dream, every phantasmal paralysis that haunts my slumber.
reality was and the madness it chose not to appreciate, so I may remember every
bewildered dream, every phantasmal paralysis that haunts my slumber.
Throw me into the heart of a super nova and let me watch myself explode from out of reach,
Or plant in my heart a dark nebula that ravenously gnaws at my very being.
I'm done here.
No pride left to prove, No worthy lesson left to learn,
No dying or living ambition or soul revival,
Neither any friendships worth reminiscing about
Nor any chemically induced romanticism to muse on,
No confessions, no damnations.
Blind me Luna! and spill me into space so I may glide endlessly.
Split, tear and dismantle until I am one with the cosmos...
Loveless and forsaken skies, carry me away into the explosive moonlight, to heal,
Lying on the silvery crescent, and to my mind and body never return.
By Tracy Chatelier
Tracy Chatelier is a surrealist - her works are powerfully imaginative and have multiple layers of meaning stashed away (understood only by a few Tuna minds), but her words can be visualized by lesser mortals too - Like you! Find more of Tracy Chatelier at http://rhapsodiesofdisposition.tumblr.com/
