Millennia's Remembrance

Don't judge based on bias

Flooding doubts that subside

To hellacious droughts

Where is the reasoning logic

Wading through the shrouds of truth

A thousand cuts of factual fractal omens

Drains your blood one drop at a time

Withering under the weight 

Of the stone crushing torture 

Without notice, marked

Cradled

Waiting for the challenge 

I have the simulation beat

Concrete concentration 

Learning insubordinately

Discovering in tandem

Unearthing a cascade 

Of camouflaged knowledge 

A new vibrant free form revolution 

King Solomon would be proud 

A nod or two of encouragement

That's all it takes 

While he manipulates his demons 

To build the magnificent temple mount

"Wisdom eclipses knowledge 

A methodical compromise 

Of inevitability." 

Whispers the fae at hand

Queen Oonagh ©

Karen L. Fleming, 6.23.26

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Calm Composure

Elevator music 

Playing a dupe on cue

It's an old nemesis's song 

That never rings true

Copycats, nothing new

Losers on the roam

Through the classical gateways 

One instrument at a time 

They're never up to snuff

No Mozart or Beethoven here

And why oh why

Must every self proclaimed maestro 

Start out experimenting with

Horrid crackling and static clinging 

Carnival music

That sounds like it's 

From a dilapidated Mexican 

 Ice cream truck from the fifties 

Driving cautiously, instinctually 

For its next unsuspecting victim 

These shortcomings I ponder 

For a brief moment 

Ding! 

The elevator opens 

On a sky line  of  a sky scraper

Windows reflecting the wretched,

Scalding,  scorching sunlight

On a hot southern summer day

All fleeting thoughts are resolved 

Move on, take notice as I watch my steps

For elevators 

Are a well constructed illusion 

Of elaborate safety nets

And if you don't watch out

You could end up 

In an abandoned crumbling basement 

Forgotten,  stuck, no way out

Becoming another mystery 

The city's gluttony gobbles right up

People are silly that way

Playing Russian roulette 

With concocted games of dare

As I say, an internet gambit

For absurd amounts 

Of inexplicable dopamine 

"Step up one by one

Show your great bravery 

Or stupidly; which ever one suits you best."

Until quietly a boyfriend, best friend, or sister

Conveniently disappears

 Into a black  back room

Then it's a cryptic curiosity 

Of who killed the cunning cat ©

Karen L. Fleming, 6.9.26

Hollow Hallow Harbors

Too much information 

Never being filtered 

It's an endless buffet

Of knowledge coursing

Through our brains without recourse 

Cronus is on the rise again

While Hecate has him by the balls

It's a savage on the loose

Eating mortals for the pure

Fancy fulfilling fun

I've seen a titan walking pass

I sat very still, not moving a muscle 

Realizing this invincible towering giant

Has its place amongst the deafening chaos

A dimly lit sky harbors the moon

A mere death star hanging low to woe

Did you know it rings like a bell

According to the astronauts

Who took the voyage abroad 

Escaping our atmosphere?

These realms we call Earth

Only scrapes the forbidden surface 

Of what reality has to offer

Hurt, alone,.upset, crying 

He gives me a gentle nudge 

The radio plays Beautiful Girl

Twice in a row, no glitches

On the airwaves 

Just the pureness 

Of an angel's song

And he always chimes in gently,

"Everything is going to be ok,

It always is."

Tears slow down 

One droplet at a time

The spirit guides never lie

They are on my side

Bending this hedonistic tapestry 

To my own inevitable will

Depicting a far more balanced scale

Where deception clings 

Like a thirsty parasite no more

And the foul howling agendas

Fade subatomical fade ©

Karen L. Fleming, 6.22.26

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Sentiments of Fleeting Decay

Jealousy contoured upon your soul

Curated, crippling envious thoughts 

Writing lyrical fiction 

Suits you well, 

Conveniently distorted

And wrapped in rusty chains

Of misinformation 

Clouded who you are

I could tell you of course

The real villain that you are

But you're better off believing 

Your own cowardly lies

Construction of decay

Murky swamps of dismay

Than to bite into that noxiously

Putrid durian fruit rotting away ©

Karen L. Fleming, 6.5.26

Correcting Cern

You're bending reality again 

You're a faceless wonder

Dressed in a black suit

With gloves of midnight 

Deep within

An ancient cavern's womb

Perhaps the Grand Canyon 

Or in Hang Son Doong

Your hand gently moves

Over a pearly orb glowing

Brightly with an array of light

You warn me

With a nagging impulsive nudge

"Another massive time shift 

Is about to commence."

I hold steadily to the wheel 

Shocked, annoyed, dismayed 

I slammed one hand forcibly

On the deep gray steering wheel 

Thinking, "Not now!"

My daughter was jolted from her seat

"You scared the hell out of me."

I replied, "I'm sorry,

He's shifting the time lines again."

I continued driving 

Holding the wheel steady 

On the interstate north bound 

"You're clever, you're exceptionally smart, 

And you're definitely not human. 

Thanks for the heads up 

Whoever you are."

Over 6 feet tall in stature 

Built strong and brave

Without a face

He replied, "I was correcting Cern."

There was a modern train

From the future once again 

Inlaid with art deco ablaze

A double decker renaissance

The bullet trains were no more

Trailblazing through my living room 

As I laid down on the remarkably 

Harshly hardened bamboo floor 

Stretching out my crooked back

Very slowly, one vertebrae at a time

On a tattered purple yoga mat 

Being trampled to death

Isn't a dream come true

I held my breathe, preparing for impact 

I wondered if they saw me in their reality 

As one foot after another stomped

On me during rush hour

Mostly men and women

Wearing long trench coats

Grasping briefcases in their hands

With an array of their own stylish hats 

All in obscenely boring colors 

Mostly different shades of black and brown 

And quite honestly 

It didn't help being in a vortex

Built upon an old Indian burial ground 

At the end of a cul-de-sac 

This same train had the audacity previously

To disrupt me writing quietly 

Speeding right through my living room

On the same damn route it rampaged

With the exception that it never braked

I stared in disbelief, confusion set in, 

And then, my neighborhood 

Dissipated, nature was reset

There were no cities nor towns

Only the gentle breath of mother Earth 

Millions of years before 

I could feel her breathing 

Without worry or malice

All planets

Have anti-diluvian elemental souls 

Beyond our criminally deficient comprehension 

Trees as far as my eyes could see

Covered every acre of land

Tears ran down my face 

In complete awe and happiness 

Peace, peace at last

"Tell me your name 

Tell me your claim 

And thanks so much

For keeping us out of harm's way." ©

Karen L. Fleming 

Written 5.30.26, Edit 6.4.2026

Scorched Chrysanthemum

Don't misconstrue me 

Under the crescent moon

Clinging desperately to Venus' orbit

You contrived an elaborate scheme 

That has no super glue binding it together

Without a fair warning 

You burned a fire bright

Beyond repair

And there he stands

Within the burnt out pyre 

Of apartment 119

You stole his identity 

It's right there on the app

While he slept peacefully 

So don't give me 

You're murderous creeper vibe

It doesn't phase me one bit

Your face has been catalogued,

Identified, and scrutinized

And your savoir faire is destroyed 

So, turn yourself in

Bleeding karma is rampantly coming

With a F5 tornado of guilt

Throwing you on a medieval rack

And stretching those arms

And legs until bones have dislocated 

And broken bit by bit

How much time 

Do you really think you have?

He's standing right beside you

Eyes ablaze and anger brewing 

Hurry now, 

Before the dimensional shifts

Your consequences could accumulate 

While Nero lounges comfortably

On his sacrificial thrown

Watching you burn with glee

In the gladiators coliseum

of death of glees ©

Karen L. Fleming, 5.18.26

Ethos

I know the secrets

Behind the veil

I know who you were

Long before creation began 

I know the story you wonder about 

Hiding under the covers

Each night drenched with cowardness 

Clinging, pretending,

To be copacetic when you're not

I know where the future 

Begins to root

Creating, changing, and

Manipulating your psyche

I know where the key is

That unlocked the first signal

Of the entire multiverse 

I even know your death date

I know how you will die

But that's for another afternoon 

Drifting over coffee

When the sea is in a full red algae bloom

And they're partying on the moon

Once again.

Have you ever seen the moon

Fade, fade to green, orange, and an imperial purple

All in one night?

I suppose you missed that too

Failing to notice the bigger picture 

Right in front of your rather 

Largely obtrusive nose

But hey, if it's any consolation 

I spend most of my days laughing 

Ordering my pendants of orgonite 

Scrutinizing over every meaning 

Until all the crystals vibrate just right

Frequencies are the universal language 

For there must be a bit of perfection 

To balance the corruptive, disruptive, 

Chaotic chaos of epiphany

That alters us all

By the way, near and far

I do know all your ulterior motives

And I have to say, "Your deception 

Is as vast as the abyss 

Of the Mariana trench." ©

Karen L. Fleming, 5.14.26