Masquerade of Truth: Part 1 Journey of the Phoenix

Photography by J.Eric

There are always two; sometimes more

From the garden, one descends

Wearing woman and little else

Yet powers remain concealed

Destined for the gate, the guardian of the precipice

Constricting black straps define her shape

Another limit

Enshrouded liquid energy confined to one form

She draws on the mask for strength

A mooring point in the sea of eyes, during a tumultuous storm of emotions

A smile

Masquerade of light and cheerful

A lie

The face of reality is dark, honest and cunning

Unbeknownst to the other; draped in He

Woe is the plight of he: compelled to her threshold

Powerless to resist

Smooth wood under strong feet carry the sinewy frame across the deck

It’s stacked, but in who’s favor

She…He…

Will we ever see

He slips closer as she spins

Taking his chance

Strands envelop her, cable like limitations of self perception

A twisted projection

His clever ruse to no avail, he’s drawn completely into her web

Intense, intertwined bodies, the balance of power bounces between

Stimulating, a reverberation at the gate

He seizes the moment, she breaks the bands

Back and forth

Attract and repel

Synonymous

Linked, but confined no more

The gate is gone

They, immersed in the limitless

Now free

To begin again,…again

-Emissary of the Phoenix (J. Eric)

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So close yet so far
Experiences are fluid and fleeting
Unique to the point of view
One sees powerful, majestic, winged, feline form gliding forward
Ethereal and captivating but never captive
Another sees a strong familiar face looming down from haunches
Quietly expressive and ever vigilant

As the day gives way to night I draw closer and she can almost focus with certainty
The brilliant blaze of fiery light breaks the through the clouds
I am prepared
As I draw nigh, with one last press
I take with it my last breath
For now
Up in smoke, obscured
Azure and violet flicker momentarily
While orange and red take their place center stage
Dancing around erratically, ecstatically
The end and the begin

Flashback
Pluripotent strands intertwine and bind
United to protect, but sometimes result in limitations
Pinion
Aided by the blade of decisiveness
Immortal emblem of duality
Cold, hard and sharp
Our lifeless companion throughout the ages
Linked
The point excites and exposes
necessary repercussions
We follow this instrument guiding our exploration of sensation
Polar probe with an infinitesimal tip
It slips between as a side spreads
Barely visible, moist silky tendrils are exposed
A manifestation of our connection
Intense heat builds from our passionate exchange
Engine pumping deep and fast stoking the fire
Dawn I’m close now
At the height is immeasurable pleasure
An explosion, cre(a)mation
The little death and immolation
I wipe off the new born moisture and start again…
I am the avatar of rebirth, the Emissary of the Phoenix.