Drone Rituals

Altered Shrine Symphony (some memories are layered)

2010-07-05T13:50:00.000-07:00

through this illuminated forest the falling sun spreads in stick-like rainbows. a heavy earth lies in its sighs. we witness an emerald pyramid, leaves bent by the wind and lit by the rays. veins coloured in light. bark spreading to meet the sky. branches entwine to force the sun back. the streams keep flowing. earth resonates in the delicate fashioning of spring. dead moss becomes textured silk. pebbles: rubies, the streams- an over-exposed cascade of brightness, deep grass blends into backgrounds. guttural winds hush and drop. the lakes are pristine with their mirrors. every move of every branch throws new light and new shadows across our faces.

we remain aligned between the constellations. the threshold of your mouth becomes apollo's bow. dream sequences unravel while the fading illuminessence parts our dreams.

with these visions we hold on till night. and cast them upon the void of colour that is born.

Sceptres & Heliotropes

2010-06-14T10:18:00.000-07:00

from under these ancient roots the darkness of night is held. vultures shiver beneath the soaking branches. a cold moon stark against nights canvass. thick moss and earth-ridden ornaments bathe in this imperial waste. the groans of a spent wind summon us from our dreams. eyes lucid. recounting our loss. floating minds comprehending the damage of time and the slow passing of hopes.

with this sodden pasture secure beneath me I shall wander forwards. blindness only captivates my abilities, not my destiny. further forward into the deep blackness of hills and forests and rivers and gorges. the onward plight. reaching out for a reason to not continue.

let this moss, this stream, these leaves, this heaven, this purgatory wash over me in the hope that I awaken

Frail Bodies Lay In States Unknown

2010-06-14T08:36:00.000-07:00

like slowly waking from a lucid dream
when time floats between the scenes of your imagination
stalking your thoughts, carpeting your impressions, colouring your sight
heavy smoke filled rooms layered in velvet
chairs flooded with the tears of dreamers
bathrooms of decadence, hallways of mystery
silently the morning dissolves into time
soft as butterfly wings, entering the room in floodlit pools
the splendor of gold cascades down rippled sheets onto deep oak floors

dreams replaced by this mounting dawn
the vapors of the night dissipate like forgotten lovers
an unwelcome warmth touches the skin
skin forced cold by muddled laudanum
collapsed realms conquered by the sober touch of light
worlds un-chartered and evoked thrown asunder
while with headache-fever the journey ends
dawn breaks, wrapped in revelations.......

The Apparition

2010-06-14T06:20:00.000-07:00

with the memory of trees firmly scenting my thoughts
these long forests begin to bend and colour
disintegrating in front of me like formless vapors

caught in this dwelling place images begin to form
dense palettes of fire, splintering into stems and cracks
directionless in their outpouring,

the rain opens pictures in its veil
transluscent skin coveted in sikkimese shawls
raiments deafening in their brilliance

she walks between the slivers of gold
her touch stark and pressing
like tormented passages of clouds
feeding the open ether with desire
the calm poison of love quenched and suffocating
as fingers grasp dying hair, dulled by the wind
and a thousand unspoken promises.

From Seed To Seed

2010-06-14T06:10:00.000-07:00

an emblazoned sky screaming the fragile beauty of the sun. eyes aloft and unblemished. time immaterial. the soft carving rain a cry of salvation. crystal shattering's of light flood our faces. light immeasurable.. light eternal. flooding forth in waves. diluting the heavy washes of a dying season... peeling back the layers of coal-etched vacancy.... bright blistering fullness is evoked.... the fires lit... the forests open for us... bare foot we run.... abandon.... true and limitless.... into the crushing falseness that lies beyond.

Drain Epiphany

2010-06-14T02:50:00.000-07:00

a cascade of colours bleaches the room in impossible light. a high resplendent throne guarded by ancient birds lies gilded in the centre. the walls enveloped in light and the dances of fabric. bulging velvet drapes shimmer under reflections from the bejeweled altar. the remains of faces slowly disappear from goblets of wine.

there is a swinging rhythm where the echoes of drugged minds rest and receed far from the temples of the sentient. deep into the frantic beats of other places. severed from dead trees. found and embraced in simple brush strokes. understood in shivering strings. the haunted passageways of our imaginations are where we truly dwell.

drawn in rain, formed in clay.

Spanish Air

2010-06-14T01:52:00.000-07:00

Adalene. breath of the forests. child of these forests. enlivened. molded from whispers. dormant for now in hibiscus blankets. strung behind shimmering webs. soothed by hornet lullabies. the fountain murmurs and you stir.