Kitty Hawk - Syzygy

Syzygy 

Wandering through a fog 

Cloaked in an icy cold 

A becoming, forever onwards 

Reaching out to the depths 

Confrontation = individuation 

There goes the darkest of knights 

Riding through, the cold black night 

“Mahabharata! Mahabharata! 

Mahabharata” -he cries out 

A lunar wetness settles on his soul 

Bitterness in wisdom -a saline solution 

“Mahabharata! Mahabharata! 

Mahabharata” -he cries out 

A translucent vessel 

Filled with water, thick 

Diving into, forever downwards 

Spiralling around the ego-self axis 

Confrontation = individuation 

He steps into the pool of Bethesda 

As soon as he sees the waters move 

“Mahabharata! Mahabharata! 

Mahabharata” -he cries out 

Nigredo blackness of a lunar eclipse 

Albedo brightness is blinding his eyes 

“Mahabharata! Mahabharata! 

Mahabharata” -he cries out 

A shadow figure turns around 

His look sizing him up and down 

A deep look into his eyes 

“Mahabharata!” -he cries out 

A collapse of the Real and Imagined 

Necessary to keep on becoming 

Forever onwards, towards the Self 

“Mahabharata!” -he cries out

-NT 2016

At the Limit

At The Limit

A timelapse vision
will offer no insight
-no final version
of life's wildest delusion

Still I ponder these questions
by looking within
and opening up
to the farthest of realms

Embracing connections
with innumerable dots
birthing countless expressions
in crystalline consciousness

Can i see further
than my own contemplations?
can i step beyond
my own temple of thoughts?

And enter the dance
with the Symbol of Self
in a unifying moment
of belief in this Life

Now I'm filling the blanks
and I'm writing my novel
I'm creating my dreams
while staying awake...

-NT

Frangible Lifestyles

Frangible Lifestyles

in this line of sand

leading away from the truth

i can read our future

even though it's emptier

than the hand you're holding out to me...

the deserted fields of our youth

once so full of hope

form the perfect context

for the howling wind

echoing in our empty hearts

this time the sky will stay grey

devoid of any sense of light

this time the birds will fall down

like a plague we considered to be merely mythical

our eyes won't find a place to rest

the metal machinery won't fuel our movements

as the cogs have started failing, one by one

we find ourself stuck in this desolate world

without any hope for a saviour

still we burn all the wood we can find, 

to create a fire of despair
our call for help...

but now our only concern left

is who will die first

and how to bury yourself

when there is no light

to guide your soul

-NT 2005

It is

It is as if
"It is as if..."
It is always 'as if'
   waiting
        wishing
for something real
But when the real comes
you can only experience a
sensation of...
... "it is as if"

But it is not 'as if'
It is.
And it is real

-NT, 2012

A Snowflake Fading to White

A Snowflake Dawn

Cover up your scars

a woolen hat to warm your heart

mittens for pale hands

a scarf around your longing

Crawling up on the lap of your past

clinging on to a sense of safety

the uncertainty of wanting to love

the constant fading of a glimpse

of light

of life

A scream! -right ahead of you

your mirror blushing

your eyes sparkling

your dreams alive in a haze

of joy

of glory

Your hands reaching out

touching

feeling

knowing

the answer lies within

And your heart aches!

for burning lips

in your neck

on your chest

for an embrace that lasts

And everything dissolves around you

a fading from black to white

to red

to red

too red to see...

But behind the mist you feel

someone thinking of you

the moment you fall asleep

the moment you wake up

the moment you smile

and think "Beauty!" -which is there indeed

And on the ice

the game continues

and in the snow

the cold warms you

and the dream becomes you!

A smiling tear

slowly heading down

caressing your face

meeting your lips in salty fashion

smiling -
you are alive

Eventful longing

low-life batteries
feeding the frenzy
of my longing for l...
fill in your own options
walk your own path
we will meet someplace
dark and bright
and we will celebrate our lives

Three shards of blood and flesh

Three shards of metalic blood and flesh that used to form this heart of mine. Here, in your stained sink they lay. Flapping faintly, final movements of a loving life. Now wash them away, like forlorn fish, fit for sewer life. A place called home for this Early Twenty Mutant Ninja Heart, where art reflects the Soul, the Body and Mind, in a splintered rat's race of fading memories.