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March 15, 2005
Out of Synch, looking for harmony as I purge
like breaking layers of skins, tearing me in bolts of lights, and talkng me, like taking pieces of bones, with long fingers, sleek tongue around them, lapping the hard surface, oh, the possibilities of living, where do you take me, so unexpectedly, an invitaion, coaxing me, I am tame, I am hungry, living on the frinches of sin, as my eyes burn, and the images like havoc, brusing the air in twists and turns, and my winter blood hardening in kisses of ice, and the stillness of time, filling with metalic particles that move and join and croad, such closer, my winter blood, scented and eroded, corrupted and closed, so near to perceptions of death, and such joy in its seclusion. Lets, lets break these cells, lets condemn the natural gravity of theses laws, these perceptions, Brush my hair in open air, and hum softly in my ears, I am to be taken, I am to be ravished, handled, caressed, and cured, take my senses, take me, and lets come up with new Alphabets, new sounds, lets ignore legacies of time, tell me of bliss, tell me of pain, and then, open me like a book, a tale, for a begining, and an end. I have been consumed here, I have seen too much, listened to none, but taken by their voices, the requirements of cohabitions, the society of these customs that frame me, as I cower, trying to fit, in images and portraits, in moving pictures. as I bloom in roses, in reds, as I bloom in time, passings, gates and gatekeepers. take me to the depth of the lake, where water stands still flowing in depth of its being, accepting, as it hovers, and takes, woosh, Its the probibitly of existance, its the perception of life, as the particles hold not knowing the essense of their longing, their quest, Tell him to find me, discover me in in my papers where there was never any holds or chains, amonsgt the longings and the yearnings, amongst the wants, and desires, where I come to living in my dimensions, of my sight, my seeing, and acceptance of the offerings, theses blessed days, theses blessed times, this eluding desired "Now", that makes us define our days, in past and present, this collaboration of the Moon, sun, and the earth, this living, this life, how can I allow its passing and how can I not, I could challange its dominance, and close my eyes, my ears, and yet miss it for all it is, all it will be, and yet the ambitions that burn in me eternally to be of significance, to be a part of all the living things as limited as I have come to be. so we walk in circles, and circles end where they began, or circles never end, for there is no direction but to extend, and continue, and this sober joy that finds me in sounds, and imges in pereceptions of my sense, pouring inside me, sipping in, in streams and rivers, in dripps, and fills me to laughters and tears, expressions of the bolting energy that flows me out, so I could extend my arms and hold all these beings in my arms, my hands, and fingers, so I can yelp, and bellow so high it would reach the gods in their heavens, so I can chew in my mouth with my teeth, all the earth, moon and the sun, my hunger , my thirst, defines me, find me still waters so I can see the reflections of my demons in my charms, and smiles. Light a torch, hold my hand and walk with me, time would be patient, earth will be kind, and gods would await us where we thread.Posted by Idinraha at March 15, 2005 02:46 PM