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February 20, 2005
My right eye
Some one knocked at the door, and ran away, sensibilities of surrender, grace of acceptance, I have walked in these roads, and I have looked, with your eyes, I have seen the suunrise, and stood helpless at sunsets, oh tommorow, somehow I shrugg, somehow, I hope, Indiferences scare me, like shapless ghosts, that I only see with my eyes closed, there should be songs I can whisper, to calm me down, The boy in me, still remembers, the boy me is sad, its the sunsett, and the smell of fresh air dusted on the balconies, its the damp soil, its earth, and the convulsion of these roots I have spread, the sooth of dreams, and the reach of sleep, I like my right eye, it sees less, it sees in blown up hues, with no consentration, it sees vague, soft, it does not focus, it can not judge, its the closeness that makes its reality, no depth, just soft wodering light, and kindness of shadows, that mix and merge. I will not see you with my left eye, I would not judge you, or cherrish your colors, its a privilage I have to close these windows, when the lights glare. You can not hurt me, the damage, is my trophy, the damage that came early, and nothing was ever the same. You can not hurt me, even when we play hide and seek, I close my eys, and listen to you breathe, and I know where to find you, my shiny doll, the one I dressed, in pinks and violets. She knew, for one shining moment she knew, but I could not accept her stares, she had to go away. And these wound I keep, this thirst I wont let go, this severe detachment of indiferences. I would not allow you to feel safe, I would not , that would be the death of you and the end of games. So come back, after the kill, when I have closed my right eye, and you can see the pieces of flesh, on my teeh, and the blood, still warm, dripping from my chin, when the urges are satisfied, and death at hand, reachable like a dream, and I will offer you a morsel.........
Posted by Idinraha at February 20, 2005 12:08 PM
Comments
this is like an explosion, made to keep contained in a body...and the fumes escape in many instances, in 'explosions' if living. Am I right? Too much beauty and life to ever feel comfortable in limiting skin?
Posted by: metal at February 21, 2005 04:11 PM
I enjoy writing like this, I give you synoptys, I show you a bit, and tease you, it might take a thousand nights to cover it all, it is angst, it is also a celebration, its understandiong of all allowance I have been given, and above all, its me, naked and raw
Posted by: Idinraha at February 21, 2005 05:54 PM
You brought tears in my eyes. Beautifuly written about our mal judgements through seeing with good, clear eyes. When it comes to love and feeling, we do need to close our eyes. This is too close to heart and I do love your right eye.
Posted by: Maryam at February 21, 2005 08:39 PM
Here's looking (squinting) at you kid!
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at February 22, 2005 11:13 AM