time, barb-wire, wrapped around my ankles.
minutes, strips of my skin… peel them of off me!
my being plastered into the event horizon
by the gravity of cosmic proportions.
…ashes, remainder of wings, memory of flight,
frozen still into the cloud that never rains.
darkness of a thousand nights,
sadness of a thousand tears,
silence of a thousand deaths,
painfully saturates my soul.
…living in the shadows,
moving in the circles,
counting days...
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
fragments (dreamland)
life in the world of illusions.
life in the world of dreams
you drift from one to another effortlessly
emotionlessly … just changes of sceneries.
you don’t remember whether you are alive.
you try to recall the times when you were real…
so close to it… cold grass under your feet,
pain from a bee sting bursts you into the ball of light.
the wind caresses your face… and your memory….
the arrows of pain blaze through your mind…
just a distant memory. Someone else’s memory,
many memories… It does not add to the intensity.
it doesn’t break your heart into pieces,
nor push your mind into the abyss of insanity:
beyond your dreams, beyond the illusions.
you recognize the things and events as they unfold in front of your eyes.
useless information on the shelves of your brain.
you run away from experiences, from the harshness of life
from blood, sweat and body parts in the sand.
you run ahead of time to avoid being human
you hide from pain and death under the canopy of illusions.
you don’t remember when you were alive, if ever…
you are just a ball of fleeting memories,
imagining itself into existence, causing havoc
in those you touch, leaving disharmony in your path
…lost, scared and ephemeral…
at ones, rest! Find yourself in a dreamless sleep
escape the illusions, you are so keen to master.
spare all from your touch.
life in the world of dreams
you drift from one to another effortlessly
emotionlessly … just changes of sceneries.
you don’t remember whether you are alive.
you try to recall the times when you were real…
so close to it… cold grass under your feet,
pain from a bee sting bursts you into the ball of light.
the wind caresses your face… and your memory….
the arrows of pain blaze through your mind…
just a distant memory. Someone else’s memory,
many memories… It does not add to the intensity.
it doesn’t break your heart into pieces,
nor push your mind into the abyss of insanity:
beyond your dreams, beyond the illusions.
you recognize the things and events as they unfold in front of your eyes.
useless information on the shelves of your brain.
you run away from experiences, from the harshness of life
from blood, sweat and body parts in the sand.
you run ahead of time to avoid being human
you hide from pain and death under the canopy of illusions.
you don’t remember when you were alive, if ever…
you are just a ball of fleeting memories,
imagining itself into existence, causing havoc
in those you touch, leaving disharmony in your path
…lost, scared and ephemeral…
at ones, rest! Find yourself in a dreamless sleep
escape the illusions, you are so keen to master.
spare all from your touch.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
fragments(fragment)
A broken promise like a broken glass, shattered into sharp pieces. It’s hazardous to touch. The thorny narrow ends cut painfully and deeply, penetrating the bloodstream, traveling into the heart. …killing eventually...
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