Magical Diagnosis.

Rowing back and forth ⏳

A friend came to me in a magical rather than a realistic manner and asked of me,

“In what design do you view this life?”

Having learned from Wisdom Himself, I answered with a question.

“Since you are already here dear friend, what do you diagnose me with?”

This Friend closed the eyes and opened the first. With it watching carefully and with a warm smile.

“Honestly, You are not so far from being as I. For you can see, You can hear and You steadily strengthen your speech.

You see life as a game where you consider Yourself a player and not the game being played.

You begin to understand the rules and the moves.”

I was satisfied with the answer. I rowed my boat back home, away from the river of tunes that lead to the Magical place.

Phantasmagoria.

To dream is seeing the impossible with simplicity 😌⏳

When it comes to fantasies, changing, becoming, being and not being I am the observer.

Pass me the cup full of nothing but wine,
And of the self inflicted hurt I shall gracefully whine.

Whisper silently of all that could’ve been mine,
And in my mind rhymes and lines I’ll mine.

Pass me the cup full of brew and let me dream,
Show me the weakest lines and off I’ll blow my steam.

Tire of me and send me off, I’ll return in another realm.
Where all my emotions, thoughts and desires I’ll effectively mime.

Thereafter I will entrance you in my very own illuded dream.

Pass me the cup full of honey and I promise up I won’t dry,

With my eye open I’ll sing as I carefully watch and pry.

From the darkest yet lightest dungeon I’ll offer smiles so wry.

And in honor of the cup that kept me far from dry,

Inside I’ll hold the waters and from my eyes I won’t let tears flow in a cry.

In this phantasmagoria, as things change and constantly become, I remain as so;

The creator and The Master of my conditions; controller of my environment.

~Koome Manyara~

Find the night and balance it with the light⏳

Half asleep…

An epistle to the Duchess of my dreams.

To the girl of my uttermost dreams, salutations forth from I, thy dreamer. Lass in my dreams, for once step out into the morning rays.

Dulcet Lady, enchantress of mine wildest desires, please spare me from madness. Delighted I’d be to feel thy fondness and amiably I’d express each.

I’d speak louder, but my tongue gets tied in every attempt. I’d open my front door but the lock is full of rust and the knob won’t turn either.

But alas dear Lass, I have amassed just the perfect song. If the tunes are bright and the melodies in harmony, then maybe.

Maybe you’ll find your wake off the dream world and right into my path you’ll tumble after and not before the crack of dawn.

Then I’ll gladly watch and cherish you, as you work to the Calming of the Seas and anchoring of the ships.

Then thereafter I’ll swing to the breeze as You candidly carol to the sighing winds.

But all these only if You’d just step out of my dreams and be.

The Grandest Deception.

Grandest deception: That we don’t have power over the happenings in our lives.

I will tell you of my creations, only if you promise not to re-tell these tales to those who bind lights such as mine, tethering us to the fixed poles bound to stagnant stands.

I will speak of the speaking inside me, voices which usher nothing less than fabricated reality. But you will only understand all these if you choose to read between every line and allow your own voice to narrate my words, silently yet so clearly that not a single pronunciation escapes the mind’s grasp.

Now, from the smallest but among the loudest speakers rose a question that made my spine tingle from the impulse;

‘Master, if I may. I heard word around the castle, that your robe was taken from you and soiled whilst you drank your heart away and sang in melodies of folly. Is it true you gambled your kingdoms and all that dwells therein? If so, what shall be of we?”

With everything that had happened, it might all be true. The taking away and soiling of my robes happened in such a whim that had me by the knees. But I held a reply,

I might have drank my heart away. Someway I sang melodies of folly too loud everyone must have heard. Either way I let my robe leave my back and get soiled in filth. I must have also gambled all my lands and all therein. Yes I walked home naked and defamed.

It is true little one, it is all true. I got drank to the mirages of a yesterday brighter than this today. I sang to the harmonies of all dreams and loves gone and yonder. I raised toasts to the anticipations of tomorrow’s glory and greatly missed today’s step.

But this is not my answer little one, this is only but a confession. Have this to remind those back at the castle of castles,

”You all have heard of the great deception yet now you have the chance to witness as I override it. In everything, I calmly affirm I am Master to my conditions, and the grand deception is inferior to I. And as for my creations, art is my alchemical tool. To live on and on is the ultimate goal

~Koome Manyara~