Concealed in frosty blackness
in rustic shadows, blacker leaps
in each twist and turn of my desk chair
dealing with bouts of hysteria
blemished by false beliefs

© 2017 Amina Caprice Andolini

 

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Phantasm

Reflections of sadness
Through an amazing third eye creep
Producing futile lucidness
As magic abandons my dream
Catching your ghost in my workspace
No matter how unreal – Quaking –
Meeting craziness head-on

© Amina Caprice Andolini 2017

Cherry-Pink Metropolis

imagining the wind…
as rough as every seed
in its long, pale clutches
shaking in the wake of
its pink lethargic change
and her delicate mind
realizes the shift

to cherry-pink metropolis

and she realizes…
it doesn’t include the
blast of her symphony
it doesn’t include the
blast of her abundance
it doesn’t include the
blast of her breezy soul

to cherry-pink metropolis

the original crew…
from the soggy outback
to new reality
their words make little sense
to her delicate mind
covered in cherry-pink
imagining the new

© 2017 Amina Caprice Andolini

No Bloody Eyes 👀

How’d the shadows know
Of her rapid transformation?
Rapid tarots read
Of her rapid transformation.
How’d the shadows know
Of her twisted, bloody lies?
How’d the shadows know
When they have no bloody eyes?

© 2017 Amina Caprice Andolini

Ignorant Oblivion

Rolling rock inside her hands
Dripping like obsidian
Twisting round inside her head
All around the winderlands
Waves arise in dead of night
Fighting round oblivion
Crashing brashly near her shore
Sandy pink oblivion

Breaks arise outside pastel
Feeding on her sleeping shell
Lying in oblivion –
Ignorant oblivion

Rooting round extremely well,
Consciousness can never tell,
Dripping like obsidian
Lying in oblivion –
Ignorant oblivion

© 2017 Amina Caprice Andolini

Famous Heart

Veiled from birth to middle-aged
Staging her “malevolence”
Hence her rapid, greenish glow
Growing underneath of it
Though she’s s worth the tower change
Danger’s still so prominent
Hence her rapid, greenish glow
Growing underneath of it

© 2017 Amina Caprice Andolini

 

With Proper Respect

To have several seats – And sweep challenges away
Are challenges not met with proper respect

To stand & greet challenges – Like the illusions they are
Are challenges met with proper respect

((👽 by Amina Caprice Andolini 👽))

In His Crazy Light

The secret puzzle hidden in your name,
Is the most fragrant blossom I suppose,
The moon’s flow is apt for this grand bouquet,
Of magnificent works of hopeless prose.
Composed for the likes of your Higher Self,
Though prose could never offer true acclaim,
Repeating patterns of the number twelve,
Raises awareness, strange pains, and heartache.
Deriving from the heart space are visions,
Past the dense Earth’s air, they have not changed much,
Said events push forth by the Universe.
In His crazy Light, I gladly immerse.

((by Amina Caprice Andolini 👽))