My version of mandala art … With nebula at it’s core and ever expanding universe ….always watching over us, letting us flourish under it’s shed.
Her love for thyself betrays her the most
Her hatred hates her the most
Her shadows enlarges to dwarf her down
Tornado of thoughts shrinking her existence
Emotions flood up and demons of grief splutters the vile.
It is then a star shoots up
with a promise to cheer her up.
To bring the light of love to her
a touch of care to her mind and soul.
and to kill the demons of her life.
Now the demons are gone
and she miss hanging on with them
she miss the words of it
none of which could be real
but still sounded better than the reality itself.
And she wonders if she is missing the demon itself or its happy cavort.
She closed her eyes searching for the answer,
lingering through the geminated joy and sorrow
of life perceived to be lived with demons
and suddenly eternity strikes her
ghost of demon appears for the last time
to plant the final kiss on her temple
for the final hug and a touch to feel loved for her lifetime.
Confused between the angelic nobility of the daemon
and devilous vigor of demons,
she falls prey and is in love with the daemon of demons
wanting nothing but to be daemonized;
wondering for its real identity.
Having lost the sight of silver lines,
she rides the ghost in lurking darkness.
There is no vision of tomorrow,
there is no reason for this sorrow.
Stranded alone in this gloom,
where dreams have no dimension,
thoughts have no direction;
She rides the ghost.
breaking through the frames of illusions,
to face the delusions.
Waking up after a snafu dream,
adapting the quiet dogmatism,
to avoid further logomachy of keds;
she rides the ghost.
Racing against the shadows of yesterday,
passing through the hazy highway,
to embark upon the borders of tomorrow,
quintessential emotions rise and fall
with the gallop of ghost ride.