My old friend Soured darkness twists its curdled lips in the stench clamouring behind lifes erupted plan. Brittle is the thought panting and is only heard in the sound that immitates the steps of barefeet on dry fallen leaves. Each crunch of the whithered hue drained vegetation screams to the core of dry fractured eyes. The milky residue that grasps the pupils relentlessly requiring aknowledgement ,demanding the attention of lost tears and forming the sands of time with the purpose to irritate. Stammering closely upon my cracked heels a mist filled breath containing every shade of death desires to tap the fluid that drips like an IV within the nerves of my body. Looking down I see the knee caps on each naked leg coming unhinged and creeking like an old rusty door into their imploding collapse causing my blood abandoned heart to kiss the soil with a phantasm embrace dressed in a fainting gown. A faded mind gives way to the luring paradox of darknesss slumber. Only one thought wimpers as an echo within this hypnotic silence. Where am I? The night carriage abruptly halts in terror to the simple inner epiphany that comes next. One bead of pulsating light galavanting in harmony to a liquid combustion of itself, answers, You are Everywhere.......Like systemic overflow of tectonic waves a vague but profound beat is humored as truth and realized as being the crimson flow of life in its rhythmic home. Shocking vibrations birth new gasps through dirt filled teeth that tasted the ground when my body crashed like a fallen tree on the forest floor. Waking !Waking ! An invading thought twirls awakening bliss and my fingers refuse access to the old blurred film that caused retinal haze. The ocular covering torn open, water is seen in their nestled home of each corner duct and in the connected properties that scan through each eye that scream in revival. Looking up I notice silver lined buds like colorful fingertips on each branch of each tree while all along star dust lit breaths depart from each lung speaking languages of love to the following brethren wind from my mouth , carressing one another with each exhale.In total frantic impulse I scatter my thoughts in full circle in search of the curdled lips that exalted itself as the king of my torment. Gone? I thought, and then all of a sudden the weak stricken flesh upon my soul is shaken violently as a resonant power thrust my head back into a sonic boom from head to toe. My blistered mouth opened slowly and like a morning song from a bird a tune filled with light, emerges revealing an old friend, a small bead of light ,pulsating so lovely in a galavanting waltz. Before my eye the bead takes a bow to my forehead as if I had just seen the performance of a life time. A shimmer from its reflection tickles peace in the form of an angelic wink to each cell of my mind bringing what once was soured and bitter into the clear frame of a sweet fragrant promise. My soul bows back in honor of my Old Friends intepretation of an ancient script. The effect of deja vu seems fresh and new but still remembered as already done. Eye to eye with this suspened dew of light, I say , Its nice to meet you my dear Old Friend. A quick response is heard as if overlapping my speech, Its nice to see you again my dear New Friend
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 04:17:26 +0000
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