Inertia

I've seen no piece of land, my inertia pulls me further.
Amid oceans I've ridden cyclones, I've seen no zephyr

'Sorrow' clutched my hand, "Stay. You must not seek bliss.

Its brightness blinds, I'm bound to leave you stronger."

'Bliss' had waited for me, "It's your call, not mine after all.

I can bless you with the perfect ending.  It's me remember?"

'Expectation' couldn't wait. "Extremist for you travel on water,

You must know sorrow and bliss are lies, just parts of me."

'Dream' came along, "My perfect beginning never ends.

I'm where your worries fade. Here you can forever be."

My inertia pulled me before I could label them as friend or foe.
Amid the ocean, riding cyclones, once again I can only feel vertigo.

A detour

If appearances were indeed deceiving, would you deceive me?

If I were to give myself, would you or would you not receive me?

A place you have never been, the lost shall know the locale better

I've just arrived here, I know not the way out, neither the vicinity.

A choice made is not just the one, choice to live with hangs beside

Slide under and your head gets stuck, can't rise over in vertigo city.

I know not how to swim. A boat shall get me through the waterway

"What if the boat sunk? Don't you know I can't swim?" you'd say in vain

"I would walk underwater then, I don't mind carrying you along too.

Even if the Gods were to cry at the shipwreck, we'll never feel the rain."

Tell me, if appearances were deceiving, would you deceive me?

If I were to speak my heart, would you or would you not believe me?

A fragile reverie

A bubble in a bubble, from inside and outside, stressed double.

And it's a dark spell, a common impression, a false expression.

Embarked on, with a sword of glass in hand, searching shapes in clouds,

you swirled around in tornadoes around the circle to see it as a sphere.

Listen now, to the echoes of sound, see through the reflections of light.

collect the cannonballs, as they collapse down from the skies so clear.

A fine crack on the cornea of left eye crushes the view as you know it,

tried and failed to trace the sparks to the depths of the deepest ocean.

Lead self to the 8th dimension again, counterfeit a relinquishment again,

Reconcile with the lights, sounds, for all have already been set in motion.

A bubble in a bubble, I know the feeling, you are stressed double.

The spell need not a wizard, breakout, now, crack the walls outward.

Denial of the devil's advice

"Let yourself be carried away, as far beyond reality, on a devil's advice

I said, "as far you would let go of self on the rhythm of an angel's  sighs."

Seven minutes past midnight, indistinct, defensive, he pushed me in rush

Wrote down and tore off, one thing and every other, he hadn't done yet.

He woke up the next morning, sensed an indecorous tranquility in the air

He climbed up a tree, and wondered whether to forget or rather to regret.

"Don't let the very last idea you possess be corrupted by that single desire"

I said, "walk with me, rule the ground for now, when you still have a chance

It was an illusion, a dream, where what you watched, saw, observed, inferred,

were all the same." Intense was his face, with his mind lost in its own romance.

I said, "let yourself be carried away, far beyond reality, on a devil's advice."

"No", he screamed. Too bright was that shade of black, the one in his eyes.

Thoughts and Words

To everyone, anyone in that room would seem well articulated
Still Alix lately believed, entire concept of "talk" to be overrated.

Tangled up in the petite loops of a long chain, falling off a metal skin,

every word without a thought, pulling another after, just made noise.

She had witnessed it all, rationality wrestling away the sensibility

With each word sonic scribbled over previous, emotion lost its poise.

Do away, she wanted to with the calculations, with the science of trust

If only the intuition and the inspiration were still anywhere to be found

In nuances of color in raindrops, in haphazard waves of snowflakes

Her silent thoughts claimed words, just like a dance would, to a sound.

To everyone, anyone in that room would seem well articulated
They really were Alix's thoughts that did need to be navigated.