She’ll never know

Wonderstruck, she beheld her kingdom
Incomprehensible, the path of her ascendancy
In the sempiternal pause of a heartbeat
A king’s inscrutable command for his princess, or a father’s incoherent rhapsody for his daughter

She’ll never know

Her two greatest loves vanquished in a breath, and now she looks out upon the other
A commoner, no one suspected for it was unimaginable
He stands stoic, his gaze lifted toward his queen
Yielding not to the jubilation around him
Yielding not to welling springs
He knew they would be untogether hereafter
What of a man who swells her heart with venom for the country she must now care
Is it possible to love too deeply

She’ll never know

Now the queen, she must uphold the law of her forebears
Anachronistic they may be, she must put first that which binds the lands built by her ancestors
Perhaps she can change them, she is, of course, now the queen
What of a man who beguiles her avarice to seek desires over the sine qua nons of rule
Is she so arrogant to think she can bend the will of the gods

She’ll never know

It felt like an age ago when he grabbed her attention
Even now, his distant presence takes her breath away
He has unapologetically stolen her heart
And the only thing he yet holds as his own, is her hand
If only now, it was his to take
What of a man who would thieve the world, and lay it at her feet
Is she courageous enough to be the queen of only one

She’ll never know

art: by Aaron Griffin

Xerox and technology – day 24 of 26w26d

word for day 24: xerox, theme: technology
dear tokens of expression, the cliche diaries, and your rules

all around they’re ever prevalent
with appetites insatiable
it happened without warning
taking something irreplaceable

the elaborate soulless gadgets
our essential evil phones
just fabricate xerox copies
of toxic mindless drones

they devour time so priceless
between fingers tightly folding
dragooning devilish devices
while there’re human hands worth holding

we’re slaves of our own making
and we’ve met our maker I surmise
having mastered our own destiny
we walk hand-in-hand with its demise

Sent from my iPhone

art: Rouge et bleu by Marc Figueras

Wordless and conversation – day 23 of 26w26d

word for day 23: wordless, theme: conversation
dear tokens of expression, the cliche diaries, and your rules

he turned the corner, a slow maudlin gait
what is he thinking, a sick father’s fate
his head low hanging, collecting his thought
perhaps he’s tricking, this large morbid lot
always the teaser, his typical ploys
surely the answer, we’re gullible toys
burning subsides with, new hesitant hope
he steps within reach, wordless I cope
he looks in our eyes, put up to the ruse
begging and pleading, he’ll not disabuse
our skill was peerless, no breath is now drawn
so says the doctor, and my daddy’s gone

art: by Ivana Besevic

Dirge

Inward dirge, humility’s mile…
Mantric disdain, recalibrated
for insanity, a congeries of bone
and flesh where then hatred

dwells; Cords of frazil – twisted
ruby liquorice – taut, icy ribbons
transporting choler; Systolic
tensions reverberate in echoic

pizzicato, timed percussions for
this soul’s requiem in æternum;
Quiescent imprecations chivying
volatile verses into concussive

choruses; A self-mutilated mind,
cauterized by vajra, tends toward
transposition & discombobulation,
misplacing threnodies amongst the

keening notes; Pages upon pages
of tablature obfuscating wide,
vanilla eyes, as pupils weaponize
soporific songs into mental torpor;

Serenaded by a reflective elegy, an
amalgam of evidential awareness
and ebon conclusions, he’s reduced
to ashes, dispersed by lamentous om

art: by Eric Lacombe