Disassembling Frankenstein’s Monster. Excuse the tone but it’s a reflection of the mess inside, a tide came in the early hours while I was rocking the full moon back to sleep. Planets and stars washed up on my magic carpet, new found constellations stuck beneath my feet. I lost myself while walking through the blizzard of your emotions. Impaired vision, my index finger a wiper sweeping an angel’s wing across my third eyes windscreen... To me you were the wind's dream. The whites of your eyes a never ending quilt of identical snowflakes sewn together... I am losing traction on my sanity this slippery slope is tricky now because I keep forgetting to down shift gears, sift fears so that only the aerated love remains. I am learning as above sow within seeds of smiles so they may blossom into a garden of laughter when spring arrives. I've come to accept that maybe you do not fully comprehend the weight held by the mystery of our union, f### the stars... our lives were written on the backs of starfish on ocean floors for no one to see. The notion of flaws is welcome in these here reefs regardless of your scales pedigree. I of the sky, you of the hues... A descendant of ghostly colours more felt than seen. Your actions have me questioning the lineage of my different body parts now. Yes I know , these hands do not belong to those arms... But when you were caving in doubt these palms held up the sky. Yes I know, This brain does not belong to that mind... But these Alchemic thoughts learned how to transmute base metals into a nexus of fiery golden butterflies around your solar plexus. This beat does not belong to that pulse... It now belongs to an organ with broken keys powered by 3 quarters of energy and a handful of syllables. 2 mortars of synergy and a piece of land filled with minerals... where acres of music are grown in the shade of a dying sun. In light of your absence I have decided to saddle up the clouds and return 2 of my different body parts to their rightful owners. So let us begin with the feathers! See If you look close you would note that they are covered with the soot that rose from the burnings wings of an old phoenix and they were attached to an arm span that could barely achieve perfect flight when you needed me the most. Or maybe these lungs! That were Carved from the torso of an emerald dragon that can barely breathe fire but can recite all the hidden names of deities with a single breath I used to recite all of your hidden names while you slEPt...wEPt...kEPt.. Excuse my malfunction, I was assembled using substandard raw materials. My celestial body is falling apart and I've been patching it up with haikus and sonnets. Maybe it is time I raid the tombs of tornadoes, dormant volcanoes, hurricanes and passing comets... To fashion myself skin made of molten lava and torrential rains. I will mould myself in the image of Kronos and pass time by shooting stars up my veins. When they ask of my whereabouts tell them i am up there... Rocking the full moon back to sleep... Basking in my suns radiance... Prostrate before Gaea’s feet, scrapping planets and stars from the bottom of my shoes. Throwing them like divination bones trying to figure a star sign for this body of work I have recreated
Disassembling Frankenstein’s Monster.
Excuse the tone but it’s a reflection of the mess inside, a tide came in the early hours while I was rocking the full moon back to sleep.
Planets and stars washed up on my magic carpet, new found constellations stuck beneath my feet.
I lost myself while walking through the blizzard of your emotions.
Impaired vision, my index finger a wiper sweeping an angel’s wing across my third eyes windscreen...
To me you were the wind's dream.
The whites of your eyes a never ending quilt of identical snowflakes sewn together...
I am losing traction on my sanity this slippery slope is tricky now because I keep forgetting to down shift gears, sift fears so that only the aerated love remains.
I am learning as above sow within seeds of smiles so they may blossom into a garden of laughter when spring arrives.
I've come to accept that maybe you do not fully comprehend the weight held by the mystery of our union, f### the stars... our lives were written on the backs of starfish on ocean floors for no one to see.
The notion of flaws is welcome in these here reefs regardless of your scales pedigree.
I of the sky, you of the hues...
A descendant of ghostly colours more felt than seen.
Your actions have me questioning the lineage of my different body parts now.
Yes I know , these hands do not belong to those arms...
But when you were caving in doubt these palms held up the sky. Yes I know,
This brain does not belong to that mind...
But these Alchemic thoughts learned how to transmute base metals into a nexus of fiery golden butterflies around your solar plexus.
This beat does not belong to that pulse...
It now belongs to an organ with broken keys powered by 3 quarters of energy and a handful of syllables.
2 mortars of synergy and a piece of land filled with minerals...
where acres of music are grown in the shade of a dying sun.
In light of your absence I have decided to saddle up the clouds and return 2 of my different body parts to their rightful owners.
So let us begin with the feathers! See
If you look close you would note that they are covered with the soot that rose from the burnings wings of an old phoenix and they were attached to an arm span that could barely achieve perfect flight when you needed me the most.
Or maybe these lungs! That were
Carved from the torso of an emerald dragon that can barely breathe fire but can recite all the hidden names of deities with a single breath
I used to recite all of your hidden names while you slEPt...wEPt...kEPt..
Excuse my malfunction, I was assembled using substandard raw materials.
My celestial body is falling apart and I've been patching it up with haikus and sonnets.
Maybe it is time I raid the tombs of tornadoes, dormant volcanoes, hurricanes and passing comets...
To fashion myself skin made of molten lava and torrential rains.
I will mould myself in the image of Kronos and pass time by shooting stars up my veins.
When they ask of my whereabouts tell them i am up there...
Rocking the full moon back to sleep...
Basking in my suns radiance...
Prostrate before Gaea’s feet, scrapping planets and stars from the bottom of my shoes. Throwing them like divination bones trying to figure a star sign for this body of work I have recreated
This is a beautiful piece, Bravo Mutle
do you perhaps know whats his IG or how i can contact him
I am back here
Teary stuff.. What's the title of this piece?
disassembling frankenstein
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