Seeing

A vast and deep unknown,

Something universal,

visceral

 

A carrier of a black hole

emitting light

 

A bringer of reality

Comprehending complexity

 

And living within the realms

of

Hypertension and aware

of

paradoxical paradigms

 

Envelop me in the eyes of your wings

Consume me in your gaze

Seraphim

 

Have you been in touch

With the creatures of the sky

that you should shine so bright?

 

Have my eyes been blinded this whole time?

 

Let them be open wide

Like those of a child

Seeing you seeing me

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One Story Town

Most people don’t make it out alive

not chewed up or spit out

but slow drowning in silence

so thick you hardly notice it

 

Masquerade as nomadic

Driving in a spiral

waiting for the next place

wishing for a perfect one

 

Skateboard just to hold something

And somewhere to go

As we wait out the sun

 

Dancing round our insignificance

We move as one,

Think feel breathe as one

 

Come by get in hop out

Sit down

We’re here

 

But it’s the same as it ever was

 

 

That kid we graduated with

Saw him in the news

He got high

tried to rob a pharmacy

Got his mugshot on my phone

H  o  l  y        S   h  I  t

 

he had potential just like me, right

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘but did you bang last night?’

 

Eating pizza in a parking lot

sirens floating by

as we gaze into the sky

and slide into blissful atrophy

future’s past

I stand intertwined in the eyes of the storms

a static current

where the pull of history

pushes past the future

fragments meet more fragmentation

 

green pastures comfort me

while my heart lies with the city lights

longing to see the stars

I search the night

but all I see is the economy divine

 

who are you loyal to?

the promise of comfort

sold, billed to the pockets of the earth

dense concrete,

drawing blood

slicing into the so-called future

 

risk increases with time

as the dance gets faster

our mistakes last longer

but our reptilian mind

refuses to be unrooted

feeding it with malfeasance

manifesting a collective dragon

 

but still I play the game of crumbling chance

knowing that it cannot last

giving my all to grasp the truth

channelling the wisdom past

to remember the way

for our returning to the future familiar shore

the Athlete

we are the gambler

and the Olympian

 

placing bets on our fates

 

there’s no medal for fourth place

so,

if you get your numbers wrong

you’ll be drinking whiskey,

while they order champagne

 

10,000 hours

Of practice, of study

Philosophy, theory

Laboratory testing

 

Trembling hands and narrow eyes

We wonder

 

Staring,

At the fantasy

Leaking from head to hands

And into our name.

 

the race begins

the universe bending

under the weight of tenfold ambition

and expectations

 

the dice are strained

desire gripping fact

in a ring of statistics

 

as chance dances

through the layers

on a foundation of faith

 

we find ourselves

in sight of the finish line

our why revealed,

enlightened to the nature of our fate

the Barbican one

Ever changing currents

two spirits of the same wind

encircling

pulling then pushing

this way and that

 

southwestern breezing

drawn softly into me

now mentally shaping me

magnetically, to be

wishing I am found,

adrift, and dancing

shimmering with magic

enchanting those passer-by’s

 

find me, and I’ll follow

without you, I’ll be dreaming

wandering

intuitively, receiving

wisdom theory,

and seeking

hidden moonlit rites

transfiguring,

in reflection state of mind

ever changing;

as I

chameleonize the world,

left in wake, a trail of life

fingertips trace the shapes around me

but they were made for tracing you

not so loudly, so as

to be without mystery

search me quietly

by your candlelight

and let me know you’ve found me

 

this southwest breath evaporates

and takes the rigid form

of gusts of North

 

Shifting geometry

My edges, no longer gradieize the world around me

a clear boundary now outlines and defines

clear as my piercing, tenor tone of mind

thought and action join as one

as I rise from spiraling complexity

into a plane of linear energy

Lynn reflecting

me, Apollo, standing in the sun

 

a ravenous hunger

becomes my core

scanning, searching, straining

swiftly moving mightily towards

the rhythm of upward slanting growth

the struggle of ascent

becomes my place of hunting

strife is but a game to me,

for my energy within

is endless, welling

to a tempest whirlwind,

restless, and wild,

demanding to be tamed

 

a northern melody

calling me

as I build

strategically, pragmatically

my collection expands

of justice theories past,

application is key

cunning and clever

I’ve become the shaper

Of your reality

The world,

Perceived by me

Is as a stone concealing

My image

a mirage, willing

to be subjected to reflection

of me

let me cover you

With my sufficiency

as I prove my capability

shining

brightly into your mystery

 

as the outward wind

comes to its northern end

I become suspended

in a consuming energy of three

closer to infinity by a measure of 13

transcending

 

the truer energy beyond the wind

and directional trends

shifting endlessly, I remain the same

neither unconfined, nor freely bound

I am the eye that sees

the bright beyond the darkness of light

shrouded in mystery and lucidity

I search, and am found

the all encompassing

breath and instrument combined

it’s all the same without time and line

 

along my way

peace meets balance

and finds acceptance

here one can be two or four or more

release your grip of understanding

your need

to be certain and unsure

of dying and rebirth

you need breathe neither out nor in

all I ask is that you stay with me

and trust you can do anything

with me,

the Barbican one

Gravidus’ half son

Warrior
Of the engulfed,  in flaming dark
Warrior, sought to conquer
the mystery of the windmills’ pinwheeling
dressed as giants, who
Without thought to justice
drawing life from all who pass.

Warrior valiant,
stepping into smoke,
Steady consumed by ancient anger
Burning
Fighting against, for
Polarized principles.

Warrior of Virtue,
from  where does your Love come?
Narrow focus, eyes of discipline
set on the horizon.
An aura of hope emerald
glowing from your despairing heart.

Dancer of the dark,
determine yourself unto me,
Incline your heart to light
and imagine the flight of the freedom
In the sun.

For a emerald shrouded contains courage
But remains obsolete.

the Magick

Magick ancient given freely

Embedded in the breath of man

 

Ancient magick flaming stolen

Breathed unto a vacuum shadow

 

force of life taken

from the heart of man

left to dry to ash in sun

 

warping the mirror,

shattering dimension whole

 

becoming infinitely microscopic

an exhalation in hope of wisdom

 

filled instead with absence of light

magick given, fractured, lost and longing to be found.

Muses

Tension is the muse
simplicity
Makes me ill

my desire for complexities
to be held within my mind
un-re-ravelling the cord
of my thinking unthought thoughts
hurts

not without adversity
this path is wrought with dissonance
cognitively cognizant
the gap disparaging
widening
the spectrum of my mind

clarity means responsibility
a new pattern woven behind my eyes
drinking from the cisterns
of every origin
so that I stay blind

the bliss of abstinence of life
the void outside toil and strife
the joy that comes from suffering
and the triumph of disaster

paradoxes pull my mind
into obscurity
a moment of balance at the height of tension
and realization finds me
seeking the wilderness spring

and listens to the song of my affliction
waiting patiently
and says to me
I perceive you want to be free
But the freedom you seek
You won’t find within your mind

And offers me a drink
Steady and glowing
Bright blue truth
Living in a crystal silver cup

My mind spinning into fractals
Tries to receive
This offer
From the one who sees
Stumbling into surrender
My thirst overwhelms my rational mind
A drink, deeply, then, all at once

My eyes are opened
To serenity
The tumultuous ocean stills within me
Illusions falling to the ground
A phrase gently resounds, received
“A truth contains infinity,
And a stone slow sinking deeply into light
Far outweighs the chaotic flight
Of complexity”

 

© Mikael Kolozsy

Foxing

Nameless foxing white

Wandering familiar cold

Barren arctic, restless snow

layers of icy light

snow blind blur-red eyes

comfortable in camouflage

settling frost

crystallizes the once soft earth

stifling the Greenland past

a flaming counterpart

contrasting orange cousin

emerges from the denning cave

as magma flows

from within stone

an ember sinking through the snow

a river of red

boiling earth

steaming through the frozen tundra

the fiery fox

sees beyond the layers of cold

before the tempests, a land of old

lava, hardens, cracks and sputters

heat unto an icy world

Dissolving

a consuming energy

leaking solids into liquid

warms soft the arctic ground

prevailing red

cutting through the atrophy

triumphant

the white fox

rises with the steam

drifting through the atmosphere

the land revived

breathes a sigh of life

the arctic white grows green once more

© Mikael Kolozsy

Don’t look back

My mercy

Set you free

From consequence

Of death

 

I broke

The yolk

Of sin and shame

So you could be with me

 

The city of destruction

Enflamed and clothed in smoke

The place from which you came

is no longer your home, for

Your home is where I am

 

Look to me

And you’ll see

The purity of love

That makes it worth to leave

Those worthless things alone

 

Once you leave

I’ve made you free

Free to live and breathe

And celebrate with me.

Just don’t look back.