Just Now

Who am I ?

How many within me rest at my core?

To the past did I die to be released to the fore.

Where did I come from ?

Lives lived unknown, yet breathed into life at the prom.

Muted melodies succinct, beating a rhythm, 

to memories buried deep as innate as a hymn.

Awareness immune to inherent clues – 

just day to day history,

a thread of hues.

The here and the now overtly intact,

but the truth lies verily hidden within the abstract.

The wizard, the warlock, the witch and the psychic –

all in line  with occult  parallels – a dangerous clique.

For to straddle such worlds and still remain here – 

is to tempt Fate and be lost in the Near.

 

 

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s