Solace, A World Apart by The-Infamous-MrGates, literature
Literature
Solace, A World Apart
There's a strong power in this world
Something that makes me feel
equally weak and strong--
Feel life and wonderment--
Bring solace and contentment.
And this power is out there
and effects me like a painting made
of tangible senses,
like tasting color
feeling smells,
or holding sounds of soothing music
This power I speak of takes a form
A form of green eyes emeralds for eyes
and flowing hair like a Celtic goddess of the hunt
This power is, a she
and she is what brings the feelings of
contradictions
and harmonious senses--
and she is mine
and I am her's
and she is a world apart
and a world herself
I would if I could by The-Infamous-MrGates, literature
Literature
I would if I could
If I could move Stars,
I would
If I could purify the seas,
I would
If I could make eternity stop,
I would
If I could make miles mere inches,
I would
If I could, I would, because I should.
If I could, be with you now, I would
If I could do it all for you, I would
If I couldn't do those things for you
then
I'd still try
For you, I would.
Your Home, Far Away by The-Infamous-MrGates, literature
Literature
Your Home, Far Away
There's a place for you
Where you can go
and be welcomed and remembered
Where memories are shared with you
Where smells connect to sights
and sights bring awe and comfort
This place is always there waiting
Not a day goes by where
you aren't thinking of it
not a day goes on being a day where
you don't miss it
but, you'll get there.
you'll get back
eventually...
to my arms
and my embrace
and feel all that needs to be felt by me
your home.
The Ink Shared with Golden Lions by The-Infamous-MrGates, literature
Literature
The Ink Shared with Golden Lions
Out of this world and through burned storybooks
Vespers and vapors of death-rattle breaths
Turn to birth cries only mists can hear
Through the chasm of her eyes
Like dark pits of asphalt
On a rainy night road
Wet and open.
We’re ghosts to a passing plane of shifting lives
Where broken glass crunch like egg shells
Under leather boots with steel toes
Worn by long torso-less patrolmen
Speaking in evangelical tongues
And slipping
The Silver-screen silhouettes telling me sweet nothings
And invisible people play moonlight sonatas
With skin-covered cellos and djembes
Near waterfalls and deep valleys
Of green and prosperous dr
I can see this passion
that’s set the leaves ablaze-
burning- all the excitement
passing through the air-
yet the moment is filled
with a reticency that lingers-
of that nostalgic feeling-
my body has longed for
again-
Life’s seasons- they change-
and as I watch the dull luster
of the Sun sweat- carefully
in his throne- I notice
the Summer finally ended-
and the time is now in between; the Fall
marks that soon thy queen is to
call-
An argument of things to forget
drained; the king now has set-
ready to retire- along with a kiss-
that caresses his pride away-
it goes- to the trees- that spark-
with fire-
A kingdom of silent
The edge between perception and reality,
A transdimensional blade dissects my psyche.
Hyperconsciousness of non-spatial dimensions,
An extrasensory cerebral ascension.
I float through undefined spaces
Of dimensions nearly destroyed.
Unhindered flight, broken braces,
Aimlessly, I soar through the void.
Vivid scenes in my brain separate and coalesce.
Unwelcome immigrant in the worlds I transgress.
Despite limitations of human perception,
I am a victim plagued by this disconnection.
I see a negated abyss,
sunken under deep black water.
A vacuum that ever persists,
But the vision makes me stronger.
No longer wretched, I accept this isn’
I am lying prone on a thick white carpet. I have Barbie doll limbs. My arms are stacked to my sides and my legs are iron rods put absolutely straight. I am staring at a lovely vaulted ceiling but fuck knows where I am. I wrest my hands from plastic thighs and lay them flat on the floor. In a marvelous flash of insight it occurs to me that I have no memory of being here. I don’t think I was drugged . . . was I? Was I drugged?
I breathe fast through my mouth, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, because the place smells bad and I might get a high out of hyperventilating. I risk sitting up. Curtain draws clink against white, silk skinned walls, and I