Perfect

(The lost poem of Chronicles of Chaos and Consonance)

The spirit of God keeps you alive
when all you want to do is to die and rest in peace,
provide peace to the pieces of your person that has fell apart
disfiguring and disassembling this work of art you call you
magnificent masterpiece all the way through
conned to believing that this is not true

Perfection is an illusion
colored by cleverly crafted confusion
Dangerous dream of deception and delusion
fantasy, fallacy, and factual fusion

Collected from the mind of Socrates
these things, these arts, these prophecies
What world? What realm? What place is this?
That the perfect chair, perfect table, perfect human exist?
The epitome of excellence, paradigm of pure
Faultless, flawless, foolproof to be sure
We see these things and give them names
because they are similar yet not the same
Call it a table, the four legs and a top
but what if it had three and yet did not drop?
Still does the job, and does it just fine
Even though it’s different than the kind in your mind
Three legged table is still a table in reality
Could that concept connect with concern to humanity
Different eyes, different hair, different faces and skin
All have Hearts, Lungs, livers and brains within
Different dreams, different thoughts and ideas from everyone
Same Earth, Same moon, Same stars, same sun
Perfect is precisely, exactly the same
as some other thing that has the same name
Perfect is a machine with no fault to blame
Flawed are the humans from whence it came
So if perfect can come from imperfect things
Reap all the blessings that imperfect brings
Take care of the things that are impeccably done
for they’re flawed for not being like the imperfect ones

Titan

I once watched a titan die
Watched him fall from the heavens
through a hole in the sky

saw him and the ground crash and collide
this fallen angel who heaven denied
nowhere to go and one place to hide
a colossal crater so deep and so wide

I waited and watched to see if it moved
saw no sign of motion no sign of improve
spontaneously so, there came an eruption
a violent volcano was my assumption

He rose and he roared as if ready for war
A fury and fire I’ve not seen before
Revelation, Retribution, Armageddon, doom
Vowed to violate and annihilate heaven soon

Threw fists in the air and made the earth tremble
Powerful forces of nature assembled
Hurricanes, Tornados, thunder and lightning
beautiful, breathtaking, fascinating and frightening

shot off to heaven in less than an hour
reached to the skies and lost all his power
once more like before he hurtled to the ground
but not like before
this one hurt more
and made a crater more profound

As the dust cleared and his figure appeared
it was surely an impact more intense than I feared
but I watched again as this cycle repeated
substantially more power but permanently defeated

he lay there in ruin as the time crawled by
as the sun watched him, the bright eye of the sky
no sign was given but it was implied
immortality gone, the titan had died

and then
Restoration, rejuvenation, revival, resurrection
impeccable, purified, pristine, perfection.
Completely renewed,
every part,
every section
A titan alive, rebuilt by correction

A titan reborn with power unrivaled
epitome of endurance, perseverance, survival
granted new freedom without limitation

A juggernauts power was his dedication
ventured to darkness to seize it all
seeking survival where weakest souls fall
Tactful and impactful with changes to bring
A titan once dead reborn as a king

I once watched a titan die
Lose a war to the heavens
and then watched him revive

Two Sides

It’s like the rise and fall
Of a heaving
Breathing chest and ocean waves
The days when you feel so brave
crave the most perilous of adventures
compared to the days
When an isolated itch has you afraid
Of some deep foreboding omen
Which stems not from the itch itself
But the mind which perceives it
Deceptions, tricks and inaccurate perceptions
What do you make of this?
Two faces of every human
as the heads and tails of a coin flip
If such concept exists
Can I always stay ahead
While you forever remain on my tail?
But why should such slaved conditions prevail?
When we are not the final design
that these lines of fate have drawn
Yet it has gone on
and long enough I might add
For we have found pain and peace
In our insignificance to things greater than we
In the the hallows of our own importance
and in all places in between
Though as I’ve postulated
countless times before
reiterated
that it is such ranking which pains us so
For as the head of the coin looks to the sky
The tail end sits on the table
It’s natural comfort with acrobatics
Allows it to stand on its head
Tail to the sky
Following a spin
A dance
A clicking and clanking
In all manner of ways

Quick Pome

It has been quite some time

Where

I manifest my feelings in the form of rhyme and I

Feel something strange

My thoughts are often lost

In an unfinished book of arbitrary cost and I

Haven’t felt what it’s been like to

Just write

A small little block

A footnote with a sock

A chance to touch my own insides

I Miss Me

I miss me
what I did with these words
how I moved them so swiftly
I miss me

I use to twirl them around
have them float off the ground
they would soar, they would fly
they would rise to the sky

They would dance to melodies so magic it made me…

It made me what?

I miss me

the locutions so lavish and lovely
competing with the clouds above me
forcing them to separate and show me heaven
so the sunshine would inspire them to dance again
they would dance, they would prance,
they would smile to no end
they would meet, they would greet,
they would all become friends
They would all be one nation
my children, my creation
they would form for me a masterpiece
fluently flowing not planning to cease
I and my eyes would swell with so much pride
at the beauty that I had pulled out from inside
but no more
I cannot write scriptures that I can adore
They do not dance as they once did before
they sit and they stare as if stuck to the floor
I went somewhere
I left them there
I feel guilty
My words and I miss me

Breathing

Breathe
Whisper to me silently, softly, smoothly and sweetly
your whims that float in the air, they fly, they glide discretely
aim them, guide them, dream them to the sky
If infestive secrets are your grievance then leave them with I…

The fingers of the wind, their gentle tender touch
but catching those locutions which truly mean so much…

Made to carry the scent of your desires
infants of the breeze
raised with ambrosial admire
such sweet majesty are these
which grow with delicate demeanor
gracefully glow like dreams of a dreamer

Chronicles of Chaos and Consonance

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“Chronicles of Chaos and Consonance” is made up of poetry and poetic stories. It’s about tragedies in general that people don’t often talk about openly with a kind of holistic view about them and how they can be connected with triumph. The vocabulary might be a bit difficult for even native English speakers but there are enough manageable words where the reader can grasp the tone of the story, or that was what I was hoping for when I wrote it. I feel that understanding the tone of the story is equally, if not more important than the details of the words.

 

It’s an anthology, of an Ignoble King, ill-fated twins, a Warlord, a forlorn family and a hero who was searching for more

 

“The Ignoble King”
The main character begins learning, making interpretations of the world he’s in. He goes into a forest and finds a palace which falls apart as he’s attacked by the shadows of the forest, which was their way of making him their king. He then wanders around and finds a tyrannical ruler who explains to him that he must rule mercilessly and with absolute authority. He leaves and then finds another ruler who explains that he must rule with endless love and compassion. Then he leaves again and tries to decide for himself what he’ll do. He takes a good look at the shadows to really see what they are and what they’re about. Afterwards, he renounces his throne, fights against them, meets a moon maiden and is finally free of his position of being King

 

“Magic and Fire”
Genies and dragons don’t get along very well. There are people who tame dragons and there are others who practice the same magic that genies do. There’s an explorer who is negatively affected by magic and then witnesses a fight between a dragon and a genie. There are also two brothers, twins, who are old enough to start learning how to tame dragons. One of them wasn’t meant to tame dragons and instead was meant to practice magic but no one is aware of this. Every time he makes an attempt to tame a dragon it goes into a rage and rampages out of control. Eventually, the explorer happens to be wandering by and he gets hurt by an out of control dragon. The one brother runs away because he feels ashamed and the explorer decides to become a slayer after falling victim to both genies and dragons. They each go on to understand more about genies, dragons and how they relate. Later on, the brother who ran away returns to deliver a message and then tries to leave again but his twin chases after him. When the twin catches up with his brother, his brother tries to fight him off. During the altercation, Slayer finds them and starts to fight them both. The twins find a way to work together to defeat Slayer and cast him away. After Slayer is sent away he is brought back to where he witnessed the fight between the dragon and the genie and helps to resolve the differences between them

“Empire”
The first chapter describes an elite warrior who has been given the name War. War is captured by a conqueror named Tyranny. War becomes a part of Tyranny’s army and they go on to take over a peaceful city. War kills the leader of the city and afterwards decides he no longer wants to be a part of Tyranny’s army. He gains the trust of Tyranny’s army and then defeats him when Tyranny comes to destroy him. Once Tyranny recovers, he goes to seek vengeance against War and then learns he has a child. Not long after that, a warrior by the name of Nobility comes to join them in the city after fighting a grueling battle of his own. Some time later, a monster of a warrior by the name of Carnage starts making his way towards the city to destroy it. Tyranny, War and Nobility go on to fight Carnage, but they must retreat because of Tyranny’s sickness. As Carnage draws closer, Tyranny and War come back to fight him. They lose, but as a result of Tyranny’s final efforts Carnage perishes before reaching Nobility who is inside the city.

 

“I to I”(Eye to eye)
Revolves around the perspective of a single event. Pater Maximus and Pater Magnus were working together on building a house. They often argue and one day Pater Maximus hits Pater Magnus and accidentally kills him. Following the incident, each member of the family reflects on their own perspective of what life is about in terms of power, control, making choices, freedom, being a man, being a woman, and being in general.

 

“Peripeteia”
Begins with a hero. One day he feels less than adequate and he meets a man named Chivalry who explains to him what being a legend is. This hero then goes on a quest to obtain the Libation of Legends from an old man. The old man denies him and the hero becomes incredibly upset. He wanders off and finds a cave. While in the cave he finds a glowing skeleton, realizes that it belongs to a now deceased Chivalry and he begins wonder what the purpose of anything is. He follows a similar light deeper into the cave and finds glowing pools of water. He looks into one of the pools and it changes color in response to his emotions. He goes further inside the cave and finds a fire, fireflies and the moss that’s causing everything to glow. Here is where he begins to think about spirits and spirituality. He goes even further in the cave, which opens up to reveal the night sky. He looks at the stars and thinks of the connection between himself the stars, the sky and everything else within view. He finally finds his way outside of the cave and sits at the edge of a cliff where he is able to sort things out. He sits there until the sun rises, and by that time he’s developed an entirely new perspective of things