I miss writing you, I miss the liberty of expressing us through you.
To not pour out the jumble of words that lays itself in immaculate design on a page is stifling, painful. Like a tree that is not able to bear fruit, like the clouds so full of rain, like a mother’s breast overflowing with milk without a child to feed. Its agony unfelt only to one who's carved the same path.
How could I have done that?
I have formed those words in my mind on my eyelids, on my tongue wetting my lips, yet I stumble when I face you, a blank tablet, a white screen.
I tremble, I quiver, and I die. As I face your open arms to embrace my thoughts and mind. Like a virgin bride. I await the moment when I put my finger to letter and pronounce the vowel that is so often voiced and screamed in the dark.
I ache.
Within me an ache lays,
deep in the vortex of my soul,
the abyss once again calls.
Sunday, August 15, 2004
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Z*
“He’s gone…”
She smells his bottle of after shave
As the toothbrush falls
He falls
And her life shatters on the porcelain floor
“So they finally did it…”
She whispers down the handset
A hoarse echo of youth gone
A life gone
And all the memories they had dissolves
“Have the press been alerted…?”
To them remains the responsibility
To tell the truth
Distort the truth
And for the truth, like ants, many are crushed or drowned
“Till when will our thoughts instigate violence…’
Till when will the truth be hidden?
From the people whose lives are facts?
From The One
And all will then be known by all and none.
* (A film by Costa-Gavras. Circa 1969)
She smells his bottle of after shave
As the toothbrush falls
He falls
And her life shatters on the porcelain floor
“So they finally did it…”
She whispers down the handset
A hoarse echo of youth gone
A life gone
And all the memories they had dissolves
“Have the press been alerted…?”
To them remains the responsibility
To tell the truth
Distort the truth
And for the truth, like ants, many are crushed or drowned
“Till when will our thoughts instigate violence…’
Till when will the truth be hidden?
From the people whose lives are facts?
From The One
And all will then be known by all and none.
* (A film by Costa-Gavras. Circa 1969)
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Bzzzzzz....
Monday, August 02, 2004
Travels In My Mind
In my mind..
I have traveled far and wide,
from the breadth of the heavens
into the depths of hell.
In my mind,
I have gone through time, time & again,
have braved monsters of the dark,
and creatures of the light.
In my mind,
I have sat with devils,
been humbled by Gods,
and met the glory of creation in a womb.
All In my mind,
I have seen the unknown,
in the greatness
of a mind.
I have traveled far and wide,
from the breadth of the heavens
into the depths of hell.
In my mind,
I have gone through time, time & again,
have braved monsters of the dark,
and creatures of the light.
In my mind,
I have sat with devils,
been humbled by Gods,
and met the glory of creation in a womb.
All In my mind,
I have seen the unknown,
in the greatness
of a mind.
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