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Vague Masquerade

14 Aug

We both walk…

We both breathe…

to you I am dead

to I there is no need…

you stand tall, brilliant and red-

but to you I don’t matter for I am dead.

you sit high strung kind on your throne,

all you loyal peasants like dog with bone.

a glare and they laugh.

oppose they sing.

at your feet they feed-above everything.

I could have a remedy, a potion a cure.

I could have a reason to better you from your lure.

I could be the person from so high you couldn’t see…

but to you I am dead,

and to I no need…

You can masquerade ’til the end.

take amusement in your plight-

and leave me like a bad omen

to feed in the night….

I’m not listed in your kingdom,

for I refuse to pay a mortal praise!

But I unlike any of them loved you

even with all your ways.

we both write…

we both sing…

we will both die empty among everything.

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

Manna

7 Aug
"The One" by prozac1 ~ Image courtesy of http://www.freedigitalphotos.net

“The One” by prozac1 ~ Image courtesy of http://www.freedigitalphotos.net

Floating through that celestial mirror,

which was my dream…

At some point crystal clearer

than that the thing that it’d mean-

I know that in the moment,

I flow over and under

that which is existential.

Voices crowding my lair,

my being, space- bears essential.

Time, less obligation

irrelevance to I merely

patient…

In this prism vision

hovering the veil of truth & fiction

numb mind, still heart

ever beating me- A part

this space I know now is no reprieve,

for I still have face of fool

in my sleep!

Left chasing which is incomparable

to mine own fate.

Frankly a feeble minded victim

lacking in weight.

Dare that entangled dream ‘er come for me,

‘rouse my mind-

Admit defeat he will this time!

How’d fare you if your own sacred

temple held you captive?

Free of will,

abundantly active?

These gates which were erected to protect my thought

lack purpose like faux art!

If I could I’d have gladly

administered my own disposition.

Seize an artifact

made for wishing but,

my pattern has already been woven

by the hands of the maker…

I’d take her…

I’d take her too…

I thought as I spilled into the river basin which held my

logic, my thought

I’m thinking

And again waking

to life…

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

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