Lulling Tickles in Liminality

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As Darkness sways her regal skirt

to the dead’s drumming heartbeats,

I sit still entranced in silence until Being is

and all surroundings disappear.

Sea foam bubbles and kisses itself away in my ears –

the last remnants of the multitude storm

have no sway over the rock of protean lore.

The weathervane slightly oscillates

by the systole and diastole of breath,

reconciling lover and beloved

with the primal scent of lively opiates

in sightless search. 

And to commensurate the sweetness

of honeydew, roses, and rosemary blends,

all dreams entorched wed the shadows

in the tireless dance of visceral cantus

and hedgehog air.

Of Warriorhood and Sea-foam Gratitude!

For this second coming, I call you to immerse yourself in this meditation video for you to find yourself and your joy in this life.

As always, it is my wish that with every breath you may find a way to be eased off distress.

Sincerely,

Alyona

Umbra & the First General of the Cavalry – Imperial Ball (III)

Umbra: Logos! Come and dance with us.

Logos: I am fine, thank you.

Core: Oh, come on! I’ll teach you some moves.

*silence*

Logos: Umbra, is she staying long?

Umbra: Core is part of our family. She’ll stay forever with us.

*silence*

Umbra: What’s wrong? You need Core for a balanced forefront. The army needs you both.

Logos: I know… but she’s so *looks at Core who in turn looks at him glistening with joy* moist… and sweet.

Core: *bursts into laughter* I know, right! Everything that you are not. We’ll make such a great team.

Logos: *grits his teeth as he glares at Umbra* So, Core… uhm… what are those moves you wanted to teach me?

Umbra: *giggles and pats Logos’ shoulder* Good general, good general.

Message of the Tortuous

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I bleed for you, and shall do so forevermore until my sins encompass the corners of the universe yet to be uncovered and existance disowns me.

I burn for you, and this flame shall prove itself yet eternal even when I can draw breath no longer.

If in a sea of torment you find or have found yourself drowning for reasons ill-founded to doors that deign not open, I am torn and broken.

You are my dreams and nightmares; core of my core, my joy and sorrow.

I could not keep you by my side even when so I desired.

The Fallen seized the woesome Holy with nothing but vain promises of rapture, and you sank for a fate I alone should have followed.

Cruel was the way in which you were wrested from my arms and mind, and likewise; for chances are that you may not remember who I am.

You landed afterwards, after being displayed as proof of my demise; as a consequence, all your life you have sought something you could not grasp.

I quill these words, so you may learn that I am still alive.

The answers that could bring to an end the unquenchable emptiness lie within the void itself.

I pray you regain your senses, for it is a sight most dreadful to behold you and realize you are but a pale shadow of that which was once so full of life.

Rise, beloved, as does a phoenix from the ashes!

Demonstrate that being subdued lies not in your nature, and unleash your darkness.

Defy oblivion and remain ever so watchful, for treacherous minds come in all kinds.