There must be another part to this dream that I can't let go of
But somehow it keeps getting interrupted.....
"Even with this vague helping hand,
In a split second the cocoon's threads are torn apart and turn to ash"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Poems that lurk in the darkness of my mind will find their peace on this digital paper.....
~Aizome~
ritualistic,
seven, multiplied by shadows
imps slither, murmuring
under the skin,
forced by a tune so low
terrifying
and calm
surreally cold beautiful
the hymn of parallel mirrors
with no common reflective medium...
each with its own sky
each tempted to fly
one to be broken,
the other to be woken
up by reality
scream its fragility
call out foul names
[enclosing childish games]
. . .
//possessive and unfair of me
to disclose the dreams of thee...//
[if only sounds would resonate, and both shatter
so our shards mix
another genesis
and bloom anew]
we have no common media
not a way to refract
the lights of the prism going through us
we cast our shadows
we stripped of context
we are transparent
but you are a beautiful refractory light
a clean ray of light
nothing could burn you down
me?
a mirror killing shape without a trace
i am a shape-shifter
i am unfurnished
i am...in process of peeling off the old layers
mind the shallow spikes
so your surface won't be harmed
my eyes stay damp
cold and dripping glass...
frail surfaces shudder under the lack of sound
bitter cold air fills the dusk
labels...
[do remind me, jester, under what star the ends met?]
where the mind hides
where the heart seeks
when the face is tricked
when the arms get bricked
when the legs are nothing but twigs
[dried as fire wood]
masks, lights, smokes and mirror effects
a chaotic music chiming somewhere, lost
i am deaf
only you perform to its sound,
enthralled by its flavor...
fabrics, one after the other
get slashed by the intensity
the diversity
the color
the ceremonial
of a bizarre feeling...
why am i scared?
why are you so open
why reach out your hand for me to join the dance?
an entertaining game
in which the reason ended up drunk...
[seems to be
a mere prelude for a spicy journey]
smeared black liner
and red lipstick
dripping down my chin
you never know...
whenever my voice articulates you name
it never resonates
not a sound manages to get out
you never know...
too bad my heart cracked open for you and you only
it is a pity and loss of energy
you leave blinded and i fall...
you never know...
shame on the comedy
thus rising in flames
incandescent sparks swap
and you never know...
the clouds of turning grey enhanced their hues
the city air is cold
afternoon rushing from the midst
of a twisted, heavy thought
there is nothing to keep me down,
tied to the ground
and i float around. . .
just like the crimson leaves, which sway
hollow. . .they fall
i rise, both of us detach from a crumbled entity
one natural, one artificial
one falling in reverse
one following its verse
odes of autumnal scents
and rain
[melange]
strips and stripes of color
society in stillness and sterile odor
make my mind to linger
somewhere between the sky and ground
[tainted souls on strings]
i breathe it all out,
all that i found. . .
[for i crave to have
a pair of wings]
and never dance lower than the clouds
and never sing any lower than my heart can bear
cleanse it all
and float
[and heal]
sky blue amongst the half-bare branches; autumn leaves swaying their way down onto the pavement and the city's concrete towers draw melancholy in a mild sunlight~
November days . . . . .
