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Kingdom of Chaos
- Kingdom of Chaos -
Within the knowing of one's life, there oft can come a time of strife, and of changes...
Outside and in; which can unite, the polarities of darkness and light, even in strangers.
The joys of birdsong in the month of June, whilst the spring flowers are yet in bloom,
Reminds of the things that seem to me most beautiful about the world we dwell upon.
Whilst the day crawls slow to dusk's hours, I find myself thinking of all the flowers...
Trying to find those words within me, to recall unto my mind, a certain pleasant song.
Troubled dreams beset my heart, weighing heavily as I glimpse in them uncanny things,
From which I wake oft with a start, unable to fly from the visions on my spirit's wings.
The tapestry of many pasts, and yet all one existence, is hard when you can see it all!
Once I could not look upon it, and define its' presence, for like a mountain it was tall.
Beyond sight, beyond comprehension, and yet have I beheld its' symmetry laid bare...
Like the winter's snows, it is a looming thing, distant and yet filling me oft with care.
Dare I strive to give name to understanding as defies simple forms and simpler words?
So far removed is such weight from the carefree sight of all those delightful songbirds.
The heat of the day presses me not, for it has been hotter during the warmer months...
So many springs and autumns come to mind, beneath many moons and distant suns!
Within me the child is always there, the me that so many people wished I could hide,
Watching from my heart to outward stare, from the place where it deepest does abide.
I skip about, and sing, and sometimes hold my stuffed animals until I feel so innocent!
The age of my body does not match what lies inside, a mixture of the past and present.
Unable to reach in my mind beyond a certain point, I am eternal in my mental youth.
Yet I know so much, so many things; of knowledge, of wisdom, and always of truth!
To be a living contradiction can be hard when you know not why such a thing can be,
And yet it is, for in their wisdom what divinities be, chose to so uniquely fashion me.
Child of darkness, child of light, I am of the shadows that gather beyond mortal sight,
Which only the third eye of my spirit, that lidless closes not, can perceive it in might.
Have you seen those signs, that of old were emitted forth from out of my very being?
Yellow and crimson, white and black, from out of the void that exists past all seeing.
King and queen, and yet no kingdom of this world do I rule as monarchs do in glory,
My titles run deeper, with an ancient banner unfurled, with a scarlet color most gory.
Beyond the stars, past the worlds that can be seen with sciences known to mankind,
My fire rages hottest, whilst I seek on the earth, my kindred held by no human bind!
Awaken from your slumbers, remember the seas that lie beyond terrestrial oceans...
Whence the symphony that brought all into being, reached crescendos of emotions!
I write a new music now, discontent to join the choirs that those who slumber know,
Only those who hear the words behind those I pen, shall experience what I bestow...
Sparks divine, ablaze within their mansions of flesh, await a moment transcendent.
Gather beneath my fiery wings, even should all this world fall, into a bitter lament!
Climb the spire of creation, until you have seen with fresh eyes, what lies in store...
Conjunctions, blood moons, signs and portents in the heavens, omens some ignore.
They herald the chaos, the catalyst from which the unchangeable can so be molded,
Until the kingdom I create within the souls of others, is manifest in sight unfolded.
Within the knowing of one's life, there oft can come a time of strife, and of changes...
Outside and in; which can unite, the polarities of darkness and light, even in strangers.
The joys of birdsong in the month of June, whilst the spring flowers are yet in bloom,
Reminds of the things that seem to me most beautiful about the world we dwell upon.
Whilst the day crawls slow to dusk's hours, I find myself thinking of all the flowers...
Trying to find those words within me, to recall unto my mind, a certain pleasant song.
Troubled dreams beset my heart, weighing heavily as I glimpse in them uncanny things,
From which I wake oft with a start, unable to fly from the visions on my spirit's wings.
The tapestry of many pasts, and yet all one existence, is hard when you can see it all!
Once I could not look upon it, and define its' presence, for like a mountain it was tall.
Beyond sight, beyond comprehension, and yet have I beheld its' symmetry laid bare...
Like the winter's snows, it is a looming thing, distant and yet filling me oft with care.
Dare I strive to give name to understanding as defies simple forms and simpler words?
So far removed is such weight from the carefree sight of all those delightful songbirds.
The heat of the day presses me not, for it has been hotter during the warmer months...
So many springs and autumns come to mind, beneath many moons and distant suns!
Within me the child is always there, the me that so many people wished I could hide,
Watching from my heart to outward stare, from the place where it deepest does abide.
I skip about, and sing, and sometimes hold my stuffed animals until I feel so innocent!
The age of my body does not match what lies inside, a mixture of the past and present.
Unable to reach in my mind beyond a certain point, I am eternal in my mental youth.
Yet I know so much, so many things; of knowledge, of wisdom, and always of truth!
To be a living contradiction can be hard when you know not why such a thing can be,
And yet it is, for in their wisdom what divinities be, chose to so uniquely fashion me.
Child of darkness, child of light, I am of the shadows that gather beyond mortal sight,
Which only the third eye of my spirit, that lidless closes not, can perceive it in might.
Have you seen those signs, that of old were emitted forth from out of my very being?
Yellow and crimson, white and black, from out of the void that exists past all seeing.
King and queen, and yet no kingdom of this world do I rule as monarchs do in glory,
My titles run deeper, with an ancient banner unfurled, with a scarlet color most gory.
Beyond the stars, past the worlds that can be seen with sciences known to mankind,
My fire rages hottest, whilst I seek on the earth, my kindred held by no human bind!
Awaken from your slumbers, remember the seas that lie beyond terrestrial oceans...
Whence the symphony that brought all into being, reached crescendos of emotions!
I write a new music now, discontent to join the choirs that those who slumber know,
Only those who hear the words behind those I pen, shall experience what I bestow...
Sparks divine, ablaze within their mansions of flesh, await a moment transcendent.
Gather beneath my fiery wings, even should all this world fall, into a bitter lament!
Climb the spire of creation, until you have seen with fresh eyes, what lies in store...
Conjunctions, blood moons, signs and portents in the heavens, omens some ignore.
They herald the chaos, the catalyst from which the unchangeable can so be molded,
Until the kingdom I create within the souls of others, is manifest in sight unfolded.
Published 5th Jun 2022
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7th Jun 2022 7:48pm
As always, I find myself delighted to read your thoughtful comments on my work! Thank you so very much, for taking the time to do so, as well. Indeed... for me, chaos does not represent the destructive force that so many might typically associate it with. That, rather, is what anarchy is... which, to me, is something very much separate from chaos in the proper sense. To me, chaos is about change and about transformation. Freedom and liberty without restrictions or limitations, as well. The ability to ascend, transcend, and alter one's circumstances or even the world if needs be. When order becomes too restrictive, oppressive, stagnant or cruel, then chaos is needed so that things can change for the better, so that tyranny can be overthrown, and so that a more perfect balance can be created in place of the old order of things. So, chaos in the respect if a positive force rather than a negative one, and necessary for all things to be in balance eventually both personally and in the cosmic sense also.
The apocalyptic themes, in this poem, with their vague allusions to death, also represent change to a large extent. The passing away of the current way of things, so that a new and better way can take the place of what came before. Like how a phoenix rises form the pyre on which its' own ashes burn. Often, change can be tumultuous or difficult, but necessary all the same. So that is the picture I paint of such things here, from my own unique point of view on the matter. There is also symbolism regarding various echoes of things from my previous lives and incarnations also, such references to having been a king who was also regarded as a queen (upon another world, in a time long past), and the associations of who I was in that life with the colors of yellow and red. Along with white and black, as well... which are a part of a greater symbolism regarding life and death, light and dark, and all of it in harmony and balance within a person. Wherein we can see that all of us are microcosms of the universe we live in, and that all of us together are akin to a multiverse, which also echoes an even grander reality that people are only just now beginning to wake up to. All in all, very complex, powerful themes.
The other theme strongly woven into this work is that of being an outsider, and of being highly individual and unique. Of not fitting in, but not being ashamed of standing out and choosing to own the otherness that is a part of me rather than attempting to hide it or deny it like many sometimes choose to do. There is the notion here in this work, of singing my own music, my own way. Of following the beat of my own drum, and how sometimes in so doing others will notice and feel inclined to join in. And that is also a metaphor for how constructive change truly works! I strive to lead by becoming a living manifestation of the changes I wish to see, and then others can become inspired to do the same. This lays the foundations for greater changes still! Thus, do all the themes here tie together in a harmonious way that adds various layers to the many meanings.
As ever, love and light to you my sister and friend!
- Kara :)
The apocalyptic themes, in this poem, with their vague allusions to death, also represent change to a large extent. The passing away of the current way of things, so that a new and better way can take the place of what came before. Like how a phoenix rises form the pyre on which its' own ashes burn. Often, change can be tumultuous or difficult, but necessary all the same. So that is the picture I paint of such things here, from my own unique point of view on the matter. There is also symbolism regarding various echoes of things from my previous lives and incarnations also, such references to having been a king who was also regarded as a queen (upon another world, in a time long past), and the associations of who I was in that life with the colors of yellow and red. Along with white and black, as well... which are a part of a greater symbolism regarding life and death, light and dark, and all of it in harmony and balance within a person. Wherein we can see that all of us are microcosms of the universe we live in, and that all of us together are akin to a multiverse, which also echoes an even grander reality that people are only just now beginning to wake up to. All in all, very complex, powerful themes.
The other theme strongly woven into this work is that of being an outsider, and of being highly individual and unique. Of not fitting in, but not being ashamed of standing out and choosing to own the otherness that is a part of me rather than attempting to hide it or deny it like many sometimes choose to do. There is the notion here in this work, of singing my own music, my own way. Of following the beat of my own drum, and how sometimes in so doing others will notice and feel inclined to join in. And that is also a metaphor for how constructive change truly works! I strive to lead by becoming a living manifestation of the changes I wish to see, and then others can become inspired to do the same. This lays the foundations for greater changes still! Thus, do all the themes here tie together in a harmonious way that adds various layers to the many meanings.
As ever, love and light to you my sister and friend!
- Kara :)
