Fluctuating cycles of irrational will Bound to something unable to feel A whisper of things without name Seeking for souls to start a new game Shadows of time and empty space Nature talks to us Revealing her face Like a visible breeze of iridescent structures We are all made of reality fragments
Mysterious magicians Walk on fire and sing Spells of strength and magic For a new born king They know how to make tangible What we only see in dreams The unknown secrets of nature deciphered by arcane schemes They create magical artifacts Lethal like fire, small like a ring Supernatural technology To serve and protect the king
Poetry is a dialog
between meaning and sound
Ideas and music
Merged In alchemical bound
Impossible worlds of language
based on dreamed rules
where men become angels
and the stars turn into jewels
The word as a platform
to reach the unseen
An archaic will to give form
to what never has been
I belong to a remote realm
Where fear and hope are only shadows of an extinguished world
Life spreads across vast spaces through countless forms and colors
Imagination waters all sort of intelligent entities making them grow in complexity and intuition
We live in the imagination,
Merging space and time and dissolving the nexus between us and the empirical world
The sky is the mirror of our fulfilled aspirations and the arena of our spiritual fights
And nature speaks a language familiar to us
Space is a vehicle of physical expansion, and time is the eternal path that binds it all
Within a multi dimensional matrix of fluctuating forces
There’s a sense of plenitude and cosmic freedom beyond human comprehension
And a visible language to describe it all
Creativity fuels this immense cosmic giggle and everything is dancing and making interstellar jokes
Our purpose is elegance and aesthetics the ultimate goal
The mind alone can do anything
And being alive means it all
The old consciousness exploded into an ever expanding fractal
Like a diametric dynamic willing to expansion
Our community returned to the archaic dream
And the gates were opened to the garden of truth
About Carlos Butler
