how can i even think of it? It is not an easy thing to do. running away.forgetting the past. it all glides so smoothly through the fingers. like a silken piece of evidence a splatter of milky white across the blue ocean like a vice around the throat of man curling,choking,strangling.dead roots of innocence now corrupt. a wall of shadows passing by the ancient bells of sorrow indifferent pain.to any fruit. this is..not..how..it is..
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A forgotten sea of wishes... of love and loneliness. a poem strung with pearls. gray .green and blue. Crude whispers of immortality. false promises of reality.. a sea of wisdom rare ,of hues pink and golden brown. blue jeans and t shirt vert that's all that i have known. an artist's hands.a tongue of truth. a bending full of roses. Kneeling down . a book in hand. and lots of wild miracles. A wavy dream.an illusion. a grain of sand.Too real.
looking at the tiny hands. of destiny and mirth. A handful of dust from the womb of death. Harmonious chatter. black ink.dry. a soothing balm of sore lies. a mocking face.a distant sight. as the train of thoughts passes by. Each day a news. New faces and old. a maze of coal.red and gold. a faceless sword.gilded rain. terror and shock.tired lawns of shame sweet kisses of life. a world of pain
A drink of disease.a shot of dust. Be it the smallest moment of joy.Or pain. Remembered later to punish.Hurt and destroy. A soul in agony.None to hold on. Rub it in that face.Ugly and dark. A fat nose.Sharp eyes.Yet unseeing.Stolid Lids .bare and brown. A body.yearning for death. behind a threshold of love. decrepitude and loneliness. and the time machine. Gongs of silence. and a tick tock tock... Tiredness ,melancholia,dearth and gall. And no one to pull out the cord...
The pale morning filters in through the lime yellow blinds of the bedroom.A single ray of dust particles invades the mystery of the dark walls. I am arranging books on Ralf's bookshelf.He loved his books. He loved me the way he did those huge tomes.He was a good man.Gone now.Ten years. Alice lives in the city with her husband George and their kids. My name is Rose.Rose Thompson.This is how my mornings begin.Every day. My gaze falls on the framed picture of Alice and Ralf.Her first birthday.She looks like a doll.Her pink dress an evidence of our morning struggle with baby food.I smile and dust the frame. And then I see it... Old.Tattered.Red.I pull the huge book out and a wilted rose falls out .It was red and blushing when he had given it to me.My mind drifts back to the Summer of 1940... Rose March,22,pretty,full of life.In love. Carl Stevens,23,handsome,drafted.In love. The Luftwaffe bombings had become a routine phenomenon.Men were being drafted in thousands. Killed in millions.
I see him sitting in his rocking chair, under the cool shadow of the cherry tree we planted all those years ago. Eyes closed, a smile on his lips, he’s doing what he loved doing best.. listening to the wind rustling the woods that surround the old house. Grandpa’s ears,always alert, pick up the sweet music of the dry leaves crunching under my feet. He looks at me and grins. I feel like a six year old all over again,making little paper boats with him by the lake.. I sit at his feet ,leaning close towards him ,laying my head on his lap. I open my mouth to tell him how much I love him ,how sorry I am that I couldn’t tell him that all those years ago.. but no words come out. I try again and again… but words die in my throat,frozen,dead.. Suddenly I hear grandpa say “ I know ”. My head shoots up to his face. He is still smiling, the molten brown of his eyes swirling hypnotically , as if he could see right through my soul.. I can’t take it anymore
Sunshines and moonlights and a milky stream the shadows of the morrow go blink blink blink... a pen a paper and a million lines. going one-two one-two ...three three three the raindrops on the window's ledge.. the weeping lilies of the night.. a corkscrew, a knife and a bottle of wine. a litre of water and a careless glance. powdered cheek and a painted nail. tin cans and soldiers all forgotten.. long live this freedom.. that love has begotten.
I wake up with a start.Yes.It had to be a dream.No.A nightmare. What else could it have been..? I am a little ruffled.Glancing at the alarm clock i groan… still an hour more to go...this won't do.No. Waking up in a sweat,night after night,only to curse the dawn. I snuggle under my sleep warmed quilt and my hand reaches out to stroke the cold half of the bed...it's a ritual now... since the last seven months. Still,I tell him what Angela told me about our baby, and I want to cry. But the tears have all dried up,sucked out from me by the same dark angel that crushed his skull to unidentifiable pieces that evening... I feel empty inside...no feelings,none at all ,the way you feel when rage,love,frustration..and all those feelings squeeze the breath out of your lungs...am I slowly becoming detached... or is it just a phase? The sky outside is still dark… a sliver of a moon is all I can see from the window..no stars.. The scars are all healing slowly, as if to remi
Le vent me pousse vers la solitude une existence éternnelle de l'ombre Des aveugles et des aveux se rencontrent à la porte La gare encombrée et les gens courantes la vie légère et la folie de noir Une vision de pouvoir des aigles la melancolie qui traque l'île de circonstance au seuil d'une révolution une révélation grande toute seule..j'attends le commencement du deuil..
innocent.reedless nights. an age of abandoned stilts.. sifted edges and a gilded plane nothern winds and blaring horns lamps and oils and velvet tans sweet dreams of an ageless charm you,me and a nameless face. a pleothora of faceless people blackboards and chalks and leopard prints green fields fo corn and ripe plums an endless vision of existence a pale furtive silence and the other side of paradise..
a whispered tune of the lonely tree a balm on the wounds of the morrow the moral blinds of all my tomorrows a single thread of white shame. of black sorrow and seclusion. a blistering pain at the pit of my vision crooked fingers and unbent backs. the hardy labour of a sunny day big brown packets and lonely tears a calm threat knocking at the winds of my door.. and the eternal query... "does it matter?"
how many times have i faltered on this green grassy mead a false breath of love and sorrow promises that never were kept. truth.a history. white linen or cotton? an esteemed look of desire.a glass of port. the vein of sad tomorrows where have all the flowers gone? innocent rays of sunlight or burnt wisps of a past? trembling moments of grace . and a whispering heart. a good luck charm.a charmer. fake notes of sweet surprise. a sonnet.a ballad.a love song. no proof of dark despair. a book in my hand. clotted seeds of grain. the mewls of the tiny kitten . whose folks did her betray not a dream.but very much Real. the notion of a loyal knight.a vision. not light. for it's an axiom seldom false. "veiled eyes , a thousand signs,ignore"
a fog of love on a pillow marked A and B crystals of sugar on the window sill boiling water.and fire. led by the hand. to the altar of truth. eyes blind.plain acquiescence. red and mauve and pink. a blue so startlingly white. that i know not what to say. fingernails and blinds. curtains and pitfalls. evens and odds round and round soothed egos and parched throats a dash of love. a litre of wine.and star studded evenings lithe blossoms tossing their dainty heads in the wild wild wind. a note of surprise not sorrow. when she said "i do" hands held and fingers entwined. a fair breath of spice and salt. white and black and all things nice. and me...the well wisher of the stars
As i scan through the pages of history,i discover the old trodden paths,ancient rites and charms worn by the sacred heart... - "I saw, and liked; I liked, but lovèd not; I loved, but straight did not what Love decreed: At length to Love's decrees I forced agreed" -Astrophel and Stella-Sir Philip Sidney
swirls of ecstatic moments onions and rich grapes deep purple and green. tender stalks of innocence and a mighty hand that knows it all the gathering storm of the night and a puppet. i all alone on this shore of silence. a dark warm night. the loneliness of the long distance runner pants and sighs. a muted hello. a wilted sound of excitement on a deep black shore. an overflow...a hand and a vision of the future. sweet songs to sing. or just a parody of an emotionless heart the strings of the violin chant a magic rhythm. the words of which are an enigma a smile. a thought. a careless whisper the blisters on the body of a soul or just a fling? the smouldering cloud gathers all the pearls not one .not two. but a thousand twenty two.. two shades no different from one another eyes closed. the fall of a million days is it black?or red? the colour of roses? or the murky pool of the desolate lash? i know not.for it is my destiny... a screech a sound.and two hundred years..
copper coloured pots and the chime of bells a vast blue ground. and lots of grass the warmth of an ocean the kiss of the nights sweet drinks. two loaves of bread. and iced tea... indulgent chocolate lollipopped glory... green and red.. and charming winds. dickens and wilde and a Christmas carol and sheets of paper saying "i love you". weak spots and strong.. and whispered songs.. and a generous heart that loves to share the blanket of dreams and you and me a word.not one. go on and on.. the eye of the needle under the brown arch white shirts.two.one long gone.. vague figures on the écran Gable and fantasies and Scarlett hues not tennis..but two sports shoes.. mighty winds of authority.. a one and a two.. an addled computer going boink!boink!boink! phone calls and giggles Recharged Questions ! "I am serious about her!" shared loves and lives. a deep green pail and herbal essences.. baked garlic and cheese olives and those scornful baby-corns the sound of "would
musings and songs twinkles and stars brown and white the lyric of the twine a cream coloured robe fringes of ice snow.melting and slow. mine and mine and mine. a bottle of blue coloured wizards waiting for the whistle of the train jutting out from its shelter candied almonds. a ladybird looking up at the stars two-three-four and dreams in yellow. a big fat envelope overflowing with nectar a jar of jam .raspberry a pot of cheese.brie a plateful of cherries.blushing. a fistful of daisies.wild. instincts ,cower and grin. advance and retreat..that's the name the winged mate of the dancing girl a ballet of all things.. red.bright.blue.
a pool of mystic blue a parched sky and a pillar of strength changing the old ways of the earth planting new trees feeding.gently moulding. a slab of see-through glass and my Soul to give. I live and exist. You, love. anonymous singers and a sea of gold a tuneless whistle and a graceful bow. interlinked Fingers and curly Hair. the shadow of a Smile. the Eyes of a mystic. countless stars .and a green horizon. one, two or three..the numbers grow. a reed of music. and a jet plane. a quest for the truth. unsullied. a colour so new and pure. old habits DIE.Hard. crossing the threshold of thorns wiping the dust off those roads. a new path.new hopes. warm tingles at the base of a heart. someday it shall be so. painted roads and red alleys. humming the happy blues. an eye ,that nose.. a Red, red rose. And those little Words.. at the Harp.
the richness of its colour caresses my hands in lean long lines that define the path of my life a silk like vice around my throat a whole tin of dewdrops white and disillusioned cold and uncaring emotions that mean nothing and people who do. the world,my oyster. bursting at its seams clouded by misty rain a fear . solitude?loneliness?rejection? the boat has sunk. its treasures all lost and forgotten where are you when i need you so? the threshold of despair. and longing. molten.simple. clear as glass what have i come to? an icy hand . a spear of gold through my brain shivering .shuddering. split open.violated. what have i done? regret?loss? a game of the past? a legacy of hers lovingly piercing my thoughts with its sting of poison ivy what have you done? ruined.desolate.empty. standing at the altar of life begging for a little mercy. a soothing touch. two big tears salty sentiments.foolish. and a tombstone that reads- the curse of the black eye lives on. Even the mighty fall...
a trauma that blinds the senses a breath of ice on a shiny silver platter a note of white on a black dewy night words and feelings it takes an aeon to crystallise the images of the mind and then i wait despairing ;for the letter which shall never come. fronds of sweetness and love wrapped around a cordial finger chocolate brown dripping with honey sheathing a dark blue mate a million miles apart you and me. and nothing but the sea can smell the hopelessness of that burning desire vapours of indolence and hurt mingle with those secret cries a hand to hold a death to mourn and nothing to cherish and love
patience and letters dark and violent lending a helping hand to all who care flints in the eye.. roars of the sun catching every little laughter that burns old or new? or a garb ,all blue? yet ,a little ray of light seeps in through the cracks at dawn dusky feathers rattling all untrue this way or that? nothing ,ever, is true or certain.or big.or really new. white circles on a violet ground leaky wet , all brown. dripping.red.blood on his hands. and a four letter word aching to die.
picking up the silken threads of time weaving a coarse fabric textured like wind and sand moving on and letting go, when the journey of love is done. an episode so stirring so moving no time to think or tell just random thoughts and feelings wearing a mysterious spell; colours bright and sublime pots and pans clanging coins and desperate cries and joys that subside one step at a time gearing up for every move but when you look back at reflections all you see black white and blue... no broken hearts to mend no broken wings to sew falling on stones is easy but the red headed giants bear on.. --In memory of certain someones I loved and cherished
worldly pleasures all forgotten a quest and a search for something lost it never existed or did it? from times immemorial? the beat of hooves on solid rock or the mysterious buzzing in my ears the unclear patch of wood or all that iron rusting .and red a dangerous illusion that floats by waves in the sea or sands in the air? rounds and squares of pillars and froth. the hands of fate brewing a brackish broth. a mirage of tranquility that cheats the eye a stone against a softness so calm peace and white and warm delights. beating in rhythm the wings of a dove and a bleak dark heart. --I later found out that 'Wings of The dove' is something that very much exists as a novel (by Henry James) --The title is, thus, a complete coincidence!
old habits die hard. a moment of suspended animation all clear and blue. grains of sand. peals of laughter dying away. singing their lonely song. i see a distant vision one two three. and years of love. one weak moment and years of pain. three -to-one. three.two.ONE. fragmented mind, body and soul. a crash a fall a howl and me measure for measure tale for tale. One two three again! years and years of gain. darkness or white. i know not. swallow and chew and taste and bite. a lingering shadow sweetness and haste. and more of them to follow...
a collision sans noise. a rupture of tissues sewn together patterned and prim neat.leveled. measured and poured. mixed with the finest of colours. enhanced with liquor and art. a hand that summons. and talks to me. pulling out all those dreams gathering the reds sifting through the blacks i came across a cloth. an inch long. blue and white and sad and old. ..those were the colours he had worn tortoise shell glasses and lengths of white. and a hoarse laughter tinged with gold. seeking my eyes with his own brown.tiny.liquid and old silent smiles and confidences. reaching out with all his strength to capture the essence of perfection. wizened.desperate.wrinkled and old. a broken wing.a bleeding wound white coloured canvas; flesh coloured mound i never will know the sweet-soft sound. and the mystery of death and of stories retold. the psalms of silence. bronze figurines in snow. and of dreams immortal that have ceased to flow.
un éventail des erreurs pas de ma faute . Et lui qui peut le voir. mais personne ne répond pas. Un éclat des images. sans voix. et ceux qui existent ne peut pas les ressentir. une grillage des couleurs bleu rouge noir. comme le désir de l'homme qui ne connaît pas le frein. Et quand le Rêve se termine. on se lève une trace d'espoir. interrompue par la réalité. qui s'enfuit comme le vent qui nous taquine. rien n'est parfait. même les illusions qui dessinent le fabuleux destin des vagues, qui chante leur chanson inconnue. l'aube qui peint l'histoire de notre vie. empourpré.rouge .plein de tristesse Où la silence des morts. est prise par une impuissance absolue. une solitude qui se moque du bonheur. et moi, je reste ici attendant.espérant. celui qui n'arrivera jamais
long and dark ochre and brown. following every movement. with careless elegance. unruly curls. grazing your face. a crooked smile. going going gone. a decade of longing. doors unlocked. shores beckoning. geckos gliding on the bathroom wall. a generosity rarely seen. two little blocks of ice in the canteen and delhi. the ever reigning Queen. a Hull of glasses. far far away. waters and ships and glorious days. speeding by in a sailing ship. a mountain of confidences waiting to fly. but i know i shall have to ponder and cry. what realm of difference does it make? some tea,kind sir? or heavenly cake? yet the shadows of the past walk by. piercing through cries of the morrow. a future ,in wait. for you and me. eyes closed. a camouflage. an apparition of events and sweet smelling nights.
the song of a thousand bells. honeyed echoes of yesterday. a drop of rain. comes pouring forth. history of a tale so ancient and loved. care.concern joy promise. and a million more to come. it stays like that for years. blue and white and pink and green a game of giggles and a bout of sheen bubbles of laughter. lodged.and waiting. for It to come and make them dance. and then comes the moment of truth. silent.real.raw and crude. the agony of a tear's shame. the knowledge of the inconnu. a bundle of charm and guilt a beached whale. winds.waves.cream and gale. promises all dead and gone for things'll never be the same again.
a torn sheet. satin white powder blue. and stains of red. what is it i ask a long silence fills the air. a vacuum filled with guilt and tears that no one saw. bloodshot eyes.and sorrow. a heart full of despair and shock that It happened at all. it overtook this time. hitting right when it was least expected striking where it'd hurt a hollowness .the aftertaste. a sourness that follows wherever you go and a sadness that engulfs all those vows
pushing it out flushing the system clean drinking them up gulping them down. a swollen face and eyes red rimmed. a quivering chin and trembling lips and a full stop is that so difficult? letting go? and trying not to clip those newly grown wings tying down get it over with. and then the metamorphose is complete. a throat full of unshed tears. a stoic face and drowning.
a bitter taste in my mouth. years and years of toil. believing.loving caring shaping. an abundance of love pouring forth. and then i heard a blast. of trust. of all those dreams down the drain. a tender hand lifting. a voice. the calling. you persisted. i followed. disillusioned.still going on. another ray of hope. in all the inky darkness. but then. it came. the fall. a year two more..what does it matter.. digging down deep deep deep into the roots of history pulling out the weeds of enlightenment. uprooting all dreams. when it was just a baby. tiny.budding with enthusiasm. a hack and a cut. and it dies. breathing breathless. dying. dead.
like the roof overhead falling in the walls closing in choking . struggles . all in vain. only pain to look forward to. and tears .ripe,heavy. numbed by grief. shame.guilt.pride.love. underwater, and still alive. like a billet-doux. torn .rejected. a certification to show how much i love you. an eye .open. the other ..narrowed. fear-suspicion? i don't care anymore. moving ahead and letting go. compromise? or beasts of burden? a big gaping wound and an eternal scar that refuses to heal.
chimes. ancient and old. no new stories told. woven in silver and reddish gold. rich and vibrant. like the golden bough. a baby's laughter. retold. i hear the bells. and the sparrow smile. grains of sand. deep red and gold. swathed in beauty a thousand robes. the sweet smelling earth the dampness of skies. and roses of heaven a blanket. fur covered.wrapped in pink. the moon and the stars. and a sinister knell. mocking the silence of charm.
beneath an impenetrable gaze. i lay. thoughts. swirling. round and round.like a thick ball of snow. they gather . and fall. an avalanche.intense. the magnitude of a canon blast. yellowed.orange.blue. nothing but a glass menagerie. illusions and temptation. rolling out of my clasp. gone once. and again and again. it goes on. the cycle of loss. memories. all gone. a crystallised mirage. frozen in time.
swallowing ,i gazed. the silver envelope. the key to my life. teasing.menacing. flirting with disaster. be careful they had said. no time to listen or ponder. walking along. i sang a song. the words. blurred. judgment day not too far away. one step closer. tentative. torn.open.read. shock and an arrest. all the breath out of my lungs. "the silence of death is worse " it said.
thus it was said. one day you'll know. it stung. and happened. no tears . none. a deep pit. hollow winds. broken wings of desire. shrinking self. figs and trees. apples red and round. it stopped dead stared.confused. waiting for a sign. it rose. heavy sighs. still in control. deeper breaths.it's coming. a threat. no sound. only sobs of fire.
un árbol. en mis pensamientos. ¿dónde? no sé. hay muchas cosas. amor. la ventana en una casa. blanca. y los perros. sueños y la realidad no sé. confianza o tristeza no sé vació o lleno. pesado. no pequeño no sé despacio. poco a poco el fin. sí .lo sé
l'étouffement. perdue. cherchant.le paix. l'univers n'existe plus. on va où? l'innocence et tout. une grande illusion. la vie se moque de lui. qui essaie. j'ai cherché partout. rien. l'écoulement du temps. peu a peu. le sort. seul.luttant. des vagues étranges m'appellent. je n'ai pas de réponse.
chants. to invoke you. laughter and giggles. palms of my hand. devotion.and spirits. and love.lots of it. brown.black.honey. short.tiny. i see the reflection of my dreams. fluid movements. life. and a little poetry. soft laughter. and pitter-patter. rain.pure dew. on the yellow roof. gliding wordlessly . your violin. rustic love. a smile. a nose. and hands. mine. all mine.
you . self-assured assuming i'd understand. everything . went unsaid. i . lay unsuspecting.unassuming. an open window. consumed by the inheritance. determination.ambition. crushed. a new face and a new life. and a stranger. walking towards a sure destiny. richesse and largesse. blurred lines of separation. mine and yours. and yet. love reigns. gulping down all expression. i stand mutely. at the doors of heaven. knocking. finding no response i turn. you ambivalence. i am but a follower. the sparrow and her tiny tots. blind.bound. truth. and the end of red.
a heart. beating. deep in the dark. a silent plea to another. peep into what's mine and you'll know how i suffer for all your deeds. yet. a love that knows. dances. tipped with honey.glazed.sweet. ripped apart . shreds.nothing. in a matter of two seconds. i know. you do. but never will tell. if only words were louder than the meanness of its actions. i could run and never look back. a linear escape. and Z.
trembling hands. nerves on end. a collective shiver. down the spine. of one and all. it comes and goes away.. with streaks of blue and black. welcomes us all over again. with wisdom lines. red and green. the bane of every teen. here,do sign, Mr.Iyer and there ,Mr.Patel. do you see what seeds of silence and tranquil bliss your son's sowing? whack whack. and more. words. leave him wiser. none the more. only the softness of guilt on his buds. retreating into darkness. a bleak dark wall. he plots his revenge. by nightfall. the synchronized breath hits his senses. wrenching it away from him. an instant. no cries. suffering. then. it's over. icy little scales. and blue veins. cold.a mad pulse. the blanket of regret all over. and a laughter. full of pain.
it's out in the open. staring at me. unblinking eyes. like the unfolding mystery . before me. a pool. water. stagnant.still. unperturbed. i know where it shall lead. it's knowing chuckle. not unfamiliar . a similar fate . for you and me. years down the lane. looking back. i shall see. a river in full spate. glee. and Him. smiling down at You and Me.
as i turn the pages. the sweet smell of ages wafts up to my nose. with a delicate whisper on it's parched tongue. waiting for the first touch of love to caress the contours of its history. black and white. they run. careless.swift and tiny. oh!the exhilaration of skimming through it's warmth. it's features memorized. recorded . a sprinkle of white powder. to keep the memories alive. i tuck it back safely. into the vast jungle of it's fraternity. all of them. all these years . and me. one strong bond. to last an eternity. and one little book. to last a lifetime.
brimming with joy. a love unexplained. expressed.and with words aloud. proclaimed. taken. mending.shaping.loving. all the way along. a tear. a case of jumbled nerves. helpless .in pain. once upon a time. things , different and sunshine. now. a wretched wrinkled heart longing for peace ,togetherness. a hand upon its casing. and i know. what should be done... for my cup runneth over...
a tiny little grain. planted deep inside ages.ages ago. has taken root. ages.ages ago. a flourishing plant. in full bloom. ripe fruits. and grapes of wrath. flowers. going ..going.. gone. deep brown and black. stonecoloured shards . unmoving.unbending. on an expressionless face. Have you no shame? no feeling divine? laughing.mocking. established rules notwithstanding. overwhelmed by a sense of strong,biting emptiness that sings. All the days to come. are wrapped in dainty little wrappers shiny and bright. deception. lies. no bright lights at the end of the long dingy tunnels only blindness. and a laughter. as sinister as hell .
a little girl. lost. alone. a tiny head.full of mirth. big eyes. full of questions. a ready smile. a toothless grin. and fingers made for the canvas. gripping the wrinkled hand. of the Old Man. kind eyes. the same ready smile. and the same toothless grin yonder. storms.blizzards. all said and done. it's gone. those bright golden hours. tinged with rings of purple and green. and a stick of color.red.blood. like the dust kissed off the road. two souls ...hunting..pining. one with a shiny pate..the other ,shiny eyes. a little heart brimming with hope. turned away from the door. "no alms"she said. none.none for you. snatching the bundle from his arms. burying it in sorrow. the molten liquid of a fiery night. doused with a cut. baptized with tears.burns and shadows of silence. silver and gold. and stoic. as blunt as the stone. like a shunned leaf,crumpled. kindness vanished.from the face of earth. little miss Toothless grin would Later realize. that poison seeps in , familiar
fingers and all the spaces between them. a pure look of pleasure. the eye. a twinkle of stars.brown.sanguine. and fireworks. and sun. the other. flowing from the tip of the nose to the red rimmed eye. begging for attention. dark and deep ,the caves run. no time, for it in all the world. not even a tiny glance. none.
a wilderness untamed. weaving delicate girdles of lines. deep red and maroon. fanning all over the map. of my world. green black and blue. i have not a clue. it comes and goes. a lovely vision .a precious hue. the sun.and the star. blinking away its tears. shining all its joys. onto the slumbering earth. pale.trembling. like the sigh on the lips of dawn. the lake.aquamarine.white. insects and beings.singing away all pain. only a soft white light.eyes wide open. and hands .patient .loving. milk and honey. and a heart. that knows nothing. but love.
abyss.plain.plateau.peak. Trench. pitch black.bleak.deep. the depth of nothingness. smouldering.melting. crystals of overwhelming red. flashes. and a mirage.. a garden in bloom. change and joy. needles .slivers and shards. glass.broken.hopeless. brown.desolate. a will to escape.and chains. pulling.insisting. with pleading eyes.a mirror and a soul. impatient tugs . the heart of a mortal. in its place a stone. buried long ago. a ruin. emotionless ..unfeeling.. and a lock. the base. a wretched loneliness.
un éclat. le bruit du sens. les couleurs. fatiguées..impuissantes. les yeux ouverts.le coeur battant. une question pour te poser. une larme. le but est l'horizon. rouge.pourpre.jaune.orange. mais avant. c'est le vide. la nuit qui fait peur. la reine du monde. blanche.belle. douce .charnelle. souriant. descendant vers les mortels. un rayon. vert. un arbre pleurant.frissonnant. tout seul. et le vent. et moi.. je t'attend...
it Said give Yourself up let go failed. fell. unappreciated a leaf.crumpled.Crackling under the weight. of a Thousand feet. a thousand little cries. you unworthy brute! the last burden. of an unfulfilled life. unknowing.eyes Closed. she Enters. did love greet her,perhaps,on her way In? is all life merely an illusion of the UNreal? possibilities.answers. and a puzzle. a tired little traveler. walking on...
i turn. it follows as it always has. dark memory.buried deep. deep deep deep within the unreachable corners of the undecipherable world. a pretence . and love.in all its colours. tears.sobs.swollen promises. some more. and i know. what it never will. through the neon eeriness of la noche. like a dingy glove. a blast from the past. persistence and resistance and acceptance.and Deliverance will its soul respond? will it cry? will it remember? as i know. i will.
a memoir of a smile. sweet and soft. rose.a bud. eyes.like fire. a round pool of obsession. i know you don't see it. said the voice. vaporising into thin air.suddenly cold. i look back. a tear. perched on the valley of insouciance dying to perish and disappear. a shiver. and snow. like a blanket over all fears. white.ready. a solace under the thicket of the wild.
taut. unflinching.sharp-tongued. brisk.unthinking. like the forked tongue of a viper hissing.impulsive. tearing away the remnants of a beautiful vision. clad in rich red hues, the climax.a shudder.a cry. and death. the leveler.
twining of the past. the Present and the Future. and a mirror..all seeing. reflecting the soft golden hue of the moon above. pearls.laughter and love. roses.pink and mauve. us.here and now. delicate tendrils.floating .flying. liquid pools of desire. melting..flowing. never to pause...only branch. tender is the night. a lone soul and another. hand in hand..treading all the way, up up up.
butterfly wings flap.restless. colours abound.red.mauve. blue clouds.ice creams. white. the pupils widen in recognition. a smile.a pull. a force powerful that softly leads . magic.musical love. a sigh. a kiss. and the eyes, open and all seeing. liquid.rich pools of noir. pleasure. desire. much too long. and all those roses that are red...
blue,tatterred. evidence of all travails.. bearing truth in its entrails.. profound joy,loss,pain,death. resurrection. spiders scaling it's milky-white bed. a tired hand.a fond thought. waiting ..waiting...until eternity. shades of gray and red. slices of curdled milk. loving lines. bent ,alert,writing... a shot of spice. and fear. a tree, a bird..n'importe quoi...
a breezy night.. dark ,round. wailing..sending shards of tristesse into the warmth of its womb. flowers..and some more. red green and pink. in the grip of Peace. poised on the brink of Madness. shimmery sweet,pearl white.. will nothing Ever last?
A lump like life at the pit of my throat Crying for honey..parched,unfed.. Red and molten. sweltering with triste incurablis.. torn , ragged..not even a glance not even a ray of hope at the end of the bleak dark dance walking with abandon… a hint of sorrow… head bowed low and eyes misting.. heart with nothing but love to give… and Pain ,to last till the end of joy.