The Sharing

And bold hearts flicker into retirement

 From all the presses of life 

To fly and sing like a wild cuckoo

Feathers shapeshift into blades and cut across 

the skyline 

To let the horizon spill out too

  Fell into my enclosed palm, liquid sky  I see myself, my reflection... A rogue

I melt into reticent breathlessness 

As I dive into the broken depths of chaos

  Waif swifts of courage 

 Lost in the hall of wickedness

Despair rolls over me, 

Waves tossed of my own making that can no longer be tamed

Across the fire the nihilists waiting to carry over this anarchy

Subatomic deprivations masked behind coded configurations 

In desperate need of encryption

In binaries of bipolar paradox, 

I am dwelling to merge into my prismatic silhouette

Still the soft breeze billows the ingenious psychosis, 

Chaffing away like a path in the wind of illogical spurs

Old hope grown blind, 

Cried well away to reborn

Poltergeist leitmotifs lay to die 

In a dream that falls apart in the mist of a neurotic climax, 

Breathes a life of its own

Invisible thoughts of loneliness went around me

The offspring of psithurisms and slavish countenance 

Dressed in the hypocrisy of truculent bravado, 

The foliage that reached its arm into the sky 

To whip the milky way into stardust quarries

'Take me home nigh of north, 

Everything else has gone south'

@ Mr.T

Philosophy is a shared opinion of beautiful proportion

Iridescent and articulate

It was an honour to write with you.

     - Xaxa

~ Silent Soliloquies