Violet

Violet speaks

of the duality of oppositions~of contradictions bound about in a bundle.

the hue serving as an underhanded echo of peaceful deliberations~conflict turned compromise.

Violet poses

as an enchantress perched upon a pedestal preaching solidarity in a time of disunity~of cosmic imbalances. hand in hand. wrapped in a collective comprehension of necessary peace. an avoidance of inevitable extinction.

Violet Mingles With Red Such That

the erratic queasiness accompanied by a face enchanted by rosy blush

perhaps by the unveiling of hidden passions stored, once, underneath a veil now dragged forth~limelighted & black-boxed by plucking & preening of a persistent suitor

is thoughtfully invoked.

Violet is But A Shroud

a hint, a suggestion of secrecy~of magick.

orgasmic & docile.

melancholy lurks yet flair overcasts~or rather waltzes.

a charadé of spite brimmed partners upon checkered stone playing starry eyed virgins. strikingly deceptive. a color of a guise.

the favored pigment

a visually perplexing jester within the courts~of untold crowns of empires

once stood & now laid waste once exalted & presently forgotten.

the notion of seemingly vast & laborious past

carried by soiled hands upon giltwood thrones lit by the dying sun of a sky lost to the foreign sands of a time long past

Violet Rehashes

the suppressed & permanent badges bestowed upon childish eye sockets By blood-doused knuckles

the trophies of complicity forged by a marriage sealed in crimson bathed diamonds and pearls~hush hush.

Violet Wears Known & Unknown Masques

luring the innocent & starved

down alleyways painted black with tar

into the submission of a livelihood of lawless hustling & fleeting pleasures

she is just that~The Accomplice of Mystery~Babylon The Great Mother of Harlots & Abominations of a doomed race held captive by a dying rock

a primeval, mind maddened legion of spiritual troglodytes lashing out relentlessly on the bars of their matrix

Violet Violently Lashes Outwardly~Telling A Tale

unattainable, drifted southward out of sight

circling about a cryptic outpost veiled in a looming cyclone of grey matter & somber blues

masculinity, a societal imposition, upon a boyish body with a soul bearing a contrasting identity

a split of/& between physicality & spirituality

the effeminate, now knowingly femme~a duly wrought judgement of blue~spelled bullies deemed valid

did the bruises sink into that form hidden from sight & mangle it?

to exist in a state between but closer to Venus

Violet Is Just That

a message from Aphrodite that the appendage between, the loins, aren’t I

Violet is Longing & Unshakeable Pride Plagued By Fear of Never Being