Digested horizon, verklempt. Sunrise inferno, rose fuchsia, periwinkle, cadet and into midnight. The last stars hide on the horizon. The last dreams warm and alive, active conscience, escaped. Dignity rises with the eyes of the eagle, the eyes of the smiles broadened by martyrs whom recognize their time. Gold medallions, and statues of recognition rise … Continue reading Memory Found
Poetry
The Vanishing Poet
All that was left was the will of intent. The moist, hard congealed seal unbound, the coil loosened and released, the whisper of a breath dispersing back into the cosmos. The shade and shadow of duality, the black and white of these words. The black and white of the nation wrapped in a web of … Continue reading The Vanishing Poet
“A Quiet Day at School” by Michael Aaron Casares, Austin, TX
I found this on the internet. It was written about 2010, and published in 2011. If I had to go back and re-write it, I would. I feels a bit sophomoric (pun intended) in retrospect. But, it manages to convey my message. Enjoy.
Deadshot
Electric pulse percolates, wriggles like tape worms across dehydrated flesh. Tiny pulses emanate from a central source all around, the shroud a smoldering cloud of hazy mysticism, radiates the core. Vibrations wave through body's hearth electricity ascending in microwaves impure. An afterglow incomplete, replete with vague definition, sole cause to question the integrity of another, … Continue reading Deadshot
Black Orpheus: Peddling the Father of Lies
Specter in the house flies through glass windows, globes round and crystal mystified by the light and shroud. It throws rocks in ignominious desolation, it trades the soul for desire, it profits pleasure and lust, it drives the question of our sin, strips away the barriers of consciousness, relies on the powers of self-doubt to … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Peddling the Father of Lies
Reverse Daylight
Sun rises at night Twilight's sister impeded Dusk is left to dawn -- -- "Reverse Daylight" is written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.
Augmentation Laud
Piercing beyond the veil, the line of sight sees through the projected understanding constrained with at birth. What was once flat, was raised to depth, then tangible, and now new perspectives are pushing through, and changing every truth given, and changing every mind that once understood. The fireflies phasing in and out of existence, leave … Continue reading Augmentation Laud
Fruit of the Barren
Pale skin, hermaphrodite, an iconology of ideology and mysticism. Prophetess of the new age, barren archetype reminisced, inspired by arcane smoke and intoxicated on the influence of the elders. The web spun tells the future, a cutting stone of rhetoric and spin, misdirection in the minutia, divisible with wrongful incarceration and the pretentious desire to … Continue reading Fruit of the Barren
Observations of the Unification
Cognizant realities merge. Spectrums of here and there, then and now, resonate as one. The multi-soul melds, the twelve become one. The return of the universe, never as retribution, never as a consequence, never as a lesson, seeks balance through positive and negative, soon dispels the negative, turns it away as a father may his … Continue reading Observations of the Unification
La Primera
Todos somos son La verde y la Azul El sol unido -- -- "La Primera" is a haiku in Spanish and is written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved. It popped up first on Twitter, error and all, because we do love live poetry. https://twitter.com/themacasares/status/1121518217527164941?s=20 Follow Michael @themacasares and get a whacky view … Continue reading La Primera