Somewhere within the subconscious
The white magic becomes obvious
Somewhere deep we see
The ship from the big blue sea
It sails at the surface
Like a whale with a purpose
From the drips of the midst
It reigns in thin air
It came to declare
The majestic rainbow
Rising from below
Amidst its lines
It shines
What time is it?
Time doesn’t exist
This place ain’t mine nor yours
For we abide here in colors
The clock has stopped
Tick-tock
The door unlocks a new day
Where every hour of every day
Is recorded
Encrypted, undaunted
On the silver
Platter
Just in time
Call it triple blue nine
A shinning bright light
From a great pink pearl
Tells the time is ripe
For a just world
The moment is pacing
The waters are racing
From yellow gold to white
The sky shines bright
For the light to strike
The core shines with strikes of gold
The aureole gleams a light untold
And the story unfolds
I see dashes!
Dashes of black!
Dashes of what?!
It’s the burnt, it’s the ashes
Black trashes from what?
The bright, the moving
The bright moving flames
Went bursting and dancing
At last, carmine red dances
Down to their knees
Falls the unpleased
The red of the heat
Shall defeat
And the feet of the weak
Shall forfeit
In splashes of blues
And drizzles of grays
The water scribbles the way
Then flowing to oneness
Far from pitch black darkness
Comes a just world
Dressed in colors
The white transcends the other side
With a beaming smile
At once my body implodes
And explodes
I am art taking part in the great arc
I am the colors of the great bow
It’s a rainbow
I see right through you
And so much I love you
You are in me, I am in you
I am not sure how
Came the start of this all
And I can’t foresee the end now
One, two, three
The ship is sailing at sea
And its story is painted
By pigments unfainted
As vivid and lucid
As this realistic realm
Baby blue ship is fixing it holy
Surfing the surface
Of your immaculate body
The weekend service is on
For the weak to end
And the strong to go on
About the Creator
Alice K.S.
I once believed I was a gifted ballerina.
She beseeched me for something to live for,
so I started painting it for her.
Welcome to my wordly world!
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Golden Elixir
Perfection? Sometimes it seems as though this world is too damn perfect! The sky was of a heavy gray and all happened so perfectly, I mean, if the little boy down the street would not have died that morning, then Sandra, his school teacher, would not have met Lorie’s dad at the funeral. It seemed like his coffin was glowing with light by the way the sun stroke the wood. My heart was crushed yet the way the pain pulled my insides assured me how I am filled with life. And the way the birds flew from the forest’s backdrop scene, it seemed like his soul flew out of this realm to reach the unseen. Perfection then must embrace episodes of sourness.
By Alice K.S.3 years ago in Confessions
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