Cerebral Weaver, Poetry and Ai Art Collection
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Cerebral Weaver
a dark cerebral weaver
works in ethereal wire
gilded; cupric, silvered
oxidized, onyx steel
end-state, mercurial
she interfaces a mesh, a matrix
for the somnambulist to project
a life better lived, desires fulfilled
reverie, even nightmares, where
monsters are faced, vanquished
the shadowed, surreal
abstract tapestry
the uninhibited cortex
a canvas of sublimating strings
full of experience and meaning
absent of matter, consequence
sleep, dear poet, live your fantasy
dissolve your fears and torments
wet your quill in metaphysical tears
sharpen its point with truths revealed
awaken, thread your words, emotion
verse and stanza, with dreams
Within the Avatar
the aged sovereign
has shut off the land
closed the borders
to winged intermediaries
no minuscule magi
no beaked midwives
to herald the birth of beauty
the promise of seed
lies within the avatar
there are sharp whispers
there are icy blusters
delivered by persistent
northerlies
heartless enforcers of the old man
within the avatar
the core radiates
quietly, eternally
inspiring, empowering
expanding root and vine
fractal and analogue
preference and attraction
the aged sovereign
has shut off the land
closed the borders
to winged intermediaries
no minuscule magi
no beaked midwives
to herald the birth of beauty
the promise of seed
lies within the avatar
Riah
riah …
a soft, but insistent cry
rends the Arabian night
a narcissistic north-westerly
echoes her own name
a sirens call to her minions
to go forth and do her bidding
blasts, gale and gust
wreak havoc and chaos
erode monument and trail
do their abrasive best to erase
the great work of men and legions
hmmphf … doodles and blocks
of lesser beings
riah …
currents stirred to spirals
set mariners off course
to rendezvous and break up
with submerged crags
down the drain
unwilling coral bed-fellows
lost forever to wayfarers
the seven-sisters
of the Arabian night
but when the blusters
calm
whirligigs, sand dunes
transform the dry gales
and gentle breezes
into zen masters
under the constellations
of the Arabian night
riah …
Time
the clock captures time
centuries turn
epochs shift
time eludes the clock
no two hands
however long
can contain eternity
Antidote
filtered joy
ground burnished jewels
each drop, each shot
companion to the soul
AM pick me up … not even close
a necromancer, a dance instructor
for the crepuscular walking dead
antidote to the would-rather-be
dead-to-the-world comatose
scissors to dream’s paper
a sledgehammer to sleep’s rock
without your dark beauty
how could I traverse …
the flamboyant sunrise
help; it burns; it burns
Dawns Chorus practicing
for their turn at idol-hood
the blue jays reminding us
dinosaurs were tone-deaf
but still loved to belt-it out
the raven, no nighttime serenader
no gothic-romantic-Poe messenger
but acrylics on sandpaper de Bergerac
yet, talons and all, THEY can get a date
Lenore better whisper
if I haven't had my coffee
until then I’ll be cawing
crowing .... Jooooooe
the everyday, every morn AKA
moniker of my dark, soul companion
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All words are my own. Images were created with Grok; concepts were conceived by me. Cerebral Weaver and Antidote were first published on X. Within the Avatar is published in Monsters, Avatars, and Angels. Time is published in Tattoo, Calling All Soldiers Home. These titles and more are available in paperback or digital through amazon and your local libraries and bookstores. Click on any title below to further explore and support my writing.
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