Caught within seraphic symphonies…
echoing in the rain
Deafening soul… choral intensity
They’re drowning in world’s pain
A kind of gothic Mary Poppins…
beneath parasol I fly
Away from the mental flogging…
reality’s cat and nine
For I don’t have wings of an angel…
more nyctophile than bat
Mind’s long been frayed and tangled…
Mad Hatter without hat
On life’s Fibonacci staircase…
I meditate, unwind
Shake off societal interface…
open chakras, make aligned
Tune into subliminal frequency…
of darkness and of light
I revel in life’s duality…
see clear with second sight
I don’t see death as journey’s end…
as cyclic are our lives
Past, present… future’s recompense
Let Karma be my guide
I love to delve into shades of tinct…
feed curiosity
Learn deeper meaning of all things…
get lost in obscurity
In days gone by, they’d have called me Witch
for my emoesque attire
Crystal penchant, metaphysics itch…
hedonist fuelled desires
I’ll admit I’m slightly eccentric…
it’s a badge I wear with pride
I’m a romantic, quite poetic,
flamboyant introvert… inside
A reluctant oxymoron…
Murder, gently, the time
I’m really quite the conundrum…
I’m sure to blow your mind!
But within this monochrome madness…
that some accept as life,
indentured to monetary sadness…
suppressed by stress and strife
I like to emanate nature…
her kaleidoscopic eyes
Flow free, cascade… I’m endangered!
I’m more… than meets the eye!
© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry
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