Chaotica Poem by Jevon Wray

Before sleep, slumber, before rest

Before numbered pasture sheep

Chaos signed and addressed,

To my mind.



Kaleidescope of creativity

Chaotic,

Perpetually different in relativity,

Unique and indifferent to my nativity

Here in this moment's captivity

I showcase the depths of my ability

Peering up into my divinity



Breaching the border

The border,



That separates me from complete ingenuity.

Growing and nurturing into maturity

Beacon of light shadowed in obscuity

Just slowly lingering aptly



The whispers, and the words

The murmur,



10 voices all in one in my head

And one in all do we continue exisiting

Forging the living

Exocising the dead



They, they deserve

They, they desire

Desire.

Alas ignites my new nerve to inspire

Imagine all the halftruths to retire

Burning in fire,

This is their funeral pyre.



Somewhere

Between the deafening silence

And the time I finally fall asleep

This chaos, this disorder

Violet, discreet

Relentless as it reaps.

Sows seeds.

Seeds that in linear time will seep

Into the soil of my mind gaping chasm so deep

With tools to fight in the dark we defeat

The Lawful Evil,

From whom we'll never retreat.



This chaos, this disorder

Will end it, it will be over

Over…and over again

Till we find order.