Tag: Singapore

all the way to kingdom come blue grass banjo riff on repeat

speak to the roots and autumn flowers spit fire

in the strangest of places in the city’s underbelly you may find cats of a certain breed that prowl and guard the doorways between waking and wonder places where fate is gambled and your worth tested by unscrupulous forces

lips swell and apples blush when spoken to kindly your words they hold power

a feather in the autumn field did someone dream too far?

in any true sense names hold power more than you can ever imagine each name is guarded by a sacred flame held close by the soul to know one’s true name or nature is to gain the gifts of the blessed ancients or in unfortunate circumstances the gaze of death

inspired by the wizard of earthsea

silence germinates lovingly within the emanciated bodies of pilgrims

she breathes in the uncertainties of the cosmos and exhales forests

i’d like to fix my worn knuckles with comet bone and witness a small apocalypse by the hour

there is ash within the lungs of expired gods the words unsaid the curses undone and raw magical energies caught in its own loop ballooning until the day it explodes and unmakes the cosmos