As I walk through the Hall of Worlds
I try not to get drawn into hell,
Walking a tightrope above these cursed souls,
They want to defile the well,
They want to defile the world.
Red demons burn my body with their flaming hands,
Sometimes even I must make a stand
And fight my way out of this pit.
This power is dangerous
I cannot practice for too long,
But having said my piece,
I must find the strength to move on,
But as with hells host and the rest of the most
There is no choice here but to be strong.
Dominic Winter (c)
Rambling Rave
caught in a maelstrom
I sit in stillness
to see sisters suffering
and begging brothers breaking
it goes on
as do drones
that kill children
my unreality
just doesn’t compare
with the viciousness
of ‘reality’
question it
the answers
bring up more
questions
Tangent followers
tie us up
in knots
drilling down so deep
down the rabbit hole
we exist within
a matrix of
power relations
agents and objects
complicit in our subjection
we are citizens freely exchanging
rights for ‘state protection’
from what?
for whom?
what is the truth?
Them? Us?
Who are they?
Who are we?
What lies
between
the lines
Purporting
to
be
truth?
this is dangerous writing
my thoughts
have ever been
considered malapropos
censored and shaped
towards more
appropriate themes
to explore them I
gamble more than
accusations of narcissism
I run the risk of
disappearing
once more
A quintessential Alice
caught in The Matrix
wandering The Labyrinth
In a Brave New World
meets 1984
Is it any wonder?
Through the Looking-Glass
She goes
vanishing into
INFINITY
every breath
is a death
and ordinary
revel in it
despair in it
this very
little life
is fitting
INFINITY
Atalanta Lloyd-Haynes