Tracy Stano
river eyes
murky & unidentified feelings arise
they were once banished
now a controlled serenity blooms
i am conflicted with visions of
enchanting river eyes
that leave me flimsy
i am captivated by edible calmness
away with your loveliness
it is difficult to remain resilient in
striking river eyes
that are thick like a waterless grasp
more tranquil than a solid bliss of sanctuary
pressure lurks behind
masquerade masks of purity through
copasetic river eyes
that remain unhindered through emptiness
your corruption is silk in the lucidity
concealed behind intricate
velvet evenings that shimmer with
vivid river eyes
that evoke patience through havoc
this world is yours to damage
but unscathed it remains
i have found the serene & concrete stillness
prominent in your river eyes
dream sculptures
confusion is murky
syntax is swallowed
escaping my mind
like liquid crystal stained hollow red
undeveloped dreams flicker into smoke
in front of my idealistic eyes
my attention is being swooned by
an enchanting dream sculptor
and he has caged my thoughts
the cacophony is fierce
this equation does not make sense
how can these numbers fail me
they were once concise
now they are lax
chaos is spawning
diction is delirious
in unfit sequences
like porcelain skin tainted lusty red
unformed dreams wither into ash
in front of the my awakened enigma
my attention is being controlled by
a memorizing dream sculptor
and he has forged my thoughts
the disaster is creatively constructed
this reality does not make sense
how can these numbers be unreliable
they were once trusted
now they are an inversion
jace is no longer my dream sculptor
i am thrusting that power away from him and
bringing it back onto myself
his words are no longer marble
instead they are flimsy and meaningless
what lurks in persephones garden
i push the relentless bolder
my arms remain fighting but
these wings made of wax
prove useless against the power of the sun
welcome to my humble abode
the underworld divulges loveliness when
the garden palace lacks life
thanks to the box that has unleashed evil
my fate is sealed with beautys kiss
the owl dances around me
spitting out warm wisdom
but the seas will never quit
the almighty god is not so forgiving
the sirens attempt singing serenity
masking sweet voices where it is genuinely
a fightless battle of abomination
the garden is not filled of roses
it is filled with perfumed death
a war on words
crawling out of a dictionary
like a fightless twilight
no lucid path available from the captivating night
unavoidable matching the perils of the sea
you are the pinnacle of my emotional lust
ribbons tying hearts drenched in solitude and friction
my wistful sovereign of reckless sweetness and diction
our glass palace made of watercolors and dust
logic has spawned daintily
in the ravenous confusion
beauty of this process will bloom
brightness in your heart overrides me
sunflowers smother my mind and dictate delusion
untamed fires you are assisting by being the spark in the moon
unchaining the binds from my master samsara
my choices are property of me
if the power of karma smashes me
calmness is certain
i am in a field of
high grass and wildflowers
where every breath is determining
what type of
present
to give my
future
while referencing my
past
i am walking at a typical rate
because running means escaping
from the uncaring cycle of samsara
every millimeter provokes more thought
and my head is raging
this maya is tragic
but i feel nothing
emptiness has rushed in recklessly
like a mist
my feelings are undetermined
i am walking through this like a sannyasi
and that the knowledge
that once kept me from ignorance
has disappeared along with desire
my wishes are evoked from me
because i have willingly thrust it to him
come moksha
accept me
because i am pure
and my slate is fully unscathed
by not even a fingernail