the song of a thousand bells

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.

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the last walk down street A

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.

the shadows of freedom

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.

the depth of nothingness

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.

illusional reality

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