Script scripture and break: My quick Edit#84
I kept thinking
In my memories reliving
Everything that I witnessed
And the memories like small flames
In a sudden gasp of wind flickered
The wind was a valiant effort
Of my Hippocampus to fill the blanks
I let the script play out and run
As I looked in the mirror seeing a familiar yet unknown person
Dressed well
Keeping a smile on the lips
Before the cathartic release
A reflection like a hope that never left
The script was written
The scripture delivered
In the cold my heart shivered
From words remaining unuttered
There was a feeling I could not shake
As I found myself partake
In a rebirth of high stakes
And if you could ask me it felt like rest
A necessary minimalist break
Come find me tonight
I’ll be on the light side of the moon
As I prevented this doom
And the external internal worlds could now thrive
Unification of ground sea sky: My quick Edit#85
While gazing upon the stars
I wondered
How many times we pay attention to one
while forgetting the other
The ground the sea the sky
And we don’t even try
To ask ourselves why
One or more of them are
victims of our disregard
We have more than enough reasons
To support and attack this notion
But who will account for all the treasons
That we partook without emotion?
Time passes and we evolve
in some things at least
Getting problems to solve
While we permit ourselves to simply exist.
Planning out our life
Forgetting the fleeting state of being
We want so much to be right
To be protected from the stress we feel
Should we ask ourselves if we can thrive?
Is it a good question or a rhetorical one?
Should we self burn if we fly closer to the sun?
Or be reborn and feel more alive?
Choosing between catharsis and damnation
No ambrosia to drink
No Kvassir’s mead
As we search for ways to escape our stasis or find a proper direction
Ways of reaching things : My quick Edit#86
Walking around I found myself
In roads of various lengths and style
An exploration worthwhile
That I undoubtedly needed to express
They were made by cobblestone and cement
Or just the soil and stone
Many materials were used people worked and plans were drawn
Becoming stories to share and tell
So many nights
So many days
The pioneers that brought the change
Will rarely find themselves in plays
And their place remains
Mostly unfair and out of sight
With some exceptions
As we thrive
In grabbing attention
By creating versions
between darkness and light
Yet who’s to blame
When heroes take all the glory?
And who will tell the mundane story
Of heroes without a cape?
We struggle day by day
As we come across
Every dilemma determining each victory or loss
Seeking some rest or things to live
and say
We write the stories that few will listen
Having a fleeting pulse of heart
Knowing full well that we may depart
And all this will be oral and will stay unwritten
Human Synthesis: My quick Edit#87
Inhale
Exhale
As the world and we in it take shape
Building or letting ourselves guided by fate
Before the golden gate
Our wants remain
Somewhat sated
Still in place
Flowers keep blooming
Memories keep flooding
Our brains
As we remain torn between joy and pain
Yesterday it was pouring rain
Today is not the same
How could it be?
The world changes and so do we
Thinking the different why
Of our whole being
We forgot to swim and fly
We only dive before we sink inside
Torn inside
We thought we always need to pick a side
Another day became night
After all it’s well known
No man enters the same river twice
Epic Battle of Sorts: My quick Edit#88
And as I thought came my chance to shine
A battle I needed to win not just to fight
So as I can look back in time
And thank myself who gave it another try
Everything stood still
It was a matter of my will
No matter what I thought, I will be standing tall
Trying my best not to unnecessarily stall
I’m the only defender
I’m the only aggressor
That threatens
To turn my core identity into a inescapable tremor
Panic attack in the calmest mind
A last chance to make me flee behind
An excuse that seems too glamorously right
That I rejected as I addressed my self sabotage inside
Will I give up when I know the toll?
Will I anticipate the rosy dawn
To heal my own betrayal?
The result as well as the fight remains internal
So deep in conviction I put my last stand
Against all odds and self destruction
Merging my theory with action
Hoping to experience Catharsis with all my heart
Delights and torments: My quick Edit#89
Still in place i walk with the same pace
Towards lands unknown
Fate still not drawn
Having my inner damnation to face
Alone
Alone
Walking on stepping stones
In the big waiting hall
What can I expect from dawn?
The scream was noisy
The dawn can’t be that rosy
The symmetry seems broken
No different night just another
So where will I stand
People say it’s not that bad
And still they get only what they see
From my picture just a piece
I don’t wanna rant
It’s just
In the end will it matter?
Today seems I only shatter
As my hopes and dreams already scatter
Still no core results
And to myself the grandest halt
Deep inside
A moment of otherworldly Divine
Rhapsody In Purple? : My quick Edit#90
Pictures change in slow motion
As I kept on walking
The final verdict was not showing
Still there was no signs of corrosion
The time was still
The feelings kept in place
No longer nights or days
Just the time’s caress against my unyielding will
Question was still remaining
No answer given
No catharsis being delivered
And in this hall I couldn’t keep staying
I knew already
Every detail
Of the hall that stood steady
Understanding as my thoughts were forging and clashing
That if my soul would crush inside and my heartbeat fail
my whole battle would be to no avail
So I walked on my own
Familiarising myself with the road
That moved on and on
Having as guide my heart and soul
and all in all I thought:
Should I make this question count?
If the room is in violence covered
And the answer is shrouded
In a place yet to be found?
The nature of being according to the room of mirrors: My quick Edit#91
Walking home
Through the same road
In the mood to explore
All around me yet stopping just before
I found myself into the room of mirrors
And in every reflection
I saw my alternation
That was the colours of my being through my soul’s windows
Who am I
Who will I be?
Will it matter if I never see the Eldertree?
If these memories I have are just another high quality lie?
Resembling truth
Assembling the ones to every zero
And from every wise philosopher and brave hero
Came to be the undeniable existential proof?
And beneath the glory
And profound remembrance
Came the undeniable resemblance
Of a far too similar and common story
What will matter may only be
Who we define ourselves and our dreams
And if all else is as it seems
Will the sun burn us or proudly gleam
Upon the ever changing ever blooming field?
In the middle of nowhere-Destination reached: My quick Edit#92
Before my eyes
Laid the paths interwined
And our existence thirsty for sunshine
Carried its own truth and lies
Carried its own folly and wisdom
Its own needs and desires
Passing through mountain peaks and cinematic isles
Wishing for -more than(?)- freedom
I listened to lullabies and hymns
In the land of sun dusk and twilight
Where you seek what you wish to find
Between reality and dreams
The waves hit the shore
In different rhythm
Where moonlight proudly gleam
Upon the many picturesque landscapes ready to be explored
The star weaved velvet of night sky
Covered our little corner of paradise
As we replenished our tries
To spread our wings and fly
We appeared to be in the middle
of nowhere Guided by our witt
feeling and will
Trying to never yield
Knowing that our final destination is now reached
As we stand at the asphodel field
Things left unsaid/undefined: My quick Edit#93
While gazing upon the landscape
With all its spectacular beauty
I thought with an underlying sense of duty
If this is catharsis or a necessary escape
It is without a doubt
This thought that could undermine
The core existence of my paradise
In all sincerity a danger most profound
A question to be answered
That shouldn’t be dispelled
And I asked myself:
What is the cost and matter ?
The answer made it so
My fears completely shattered
My resolve hasn’t faltered
Because of the truth I know
If things remain unsaid and undefined?
What will the effect be?
I asked myself gazing upon the seemingly endless sea
Marveling the cycle of day and night
And then the answer arrived
In the hippothalamus of mind
As nature bloomed inside and outside
While I found solutions and ways to thrive
Solutions revolutions throughout the ages: My quick Edit#94
And in my mind came all solutions
Necessary for maintenance
In all realities that bore resemblance
To the current step of my required evolution
Speeches acts of great or lesser meaning
Bards like always keep on singing
In courts of palaces and towers
As we celebrate Moon phases and meteor showers
Beneath the Moonlight
As Truth remains hidden in plain sight
Asking ourselves if it’s going to be alright
Experiencing hope for a change
And then our higher self
silently looks away
And we get that It’s just another night
People on the news boradcasts
Delivering their take seeking a podium to stand
a prize and applause
Changing the truth to serve their cause
As history repeats it’s own course
With dashing suits and ties
Flowers speaches and smiles
Skirts coats and haircuts
Image makers and different brands of clothes shoes and makeup
Just another opportunity for them
to appear proper and wise
World got the festivities and the silent or loud sacrifice
Welcoming truth with logical jumps and white or darker half lies
As we run out of tries
To summarise the sum of the most fateful possibly rather evetfull choices in a tablet made of lapis
Backstage from a Goffman’s play:My quick Edit#95
Before or after each speech and act
They saw how they would or did react
Best way possible to stand
Best way to represent or be represented by a brand
And the city being the ship
Where they are guiding the helm
Would they save themselves
When and if it eventually sinks?
Inside big halls
Outside on public square
Claiming to hold everything fair
In front of a mirror being prepared
For public dismissal or heartfelt applause
Reading the leadership guides
Leaders of all struggles and sides
A battle they fight
Every day and every night
Machiavelli Marcus Aurelius and more wise people that came before
Revered for what they wrote
Not just known names to call upon
When management needs a wise sage
To turn with passion a new page
For cities begging for a new glorious age
Uniting existential darkness with cosmic light waves
Experiencing all things sacred
Asking where the boundary is between free will and -pre(?)- determined fate
Remains to be seen: My quick Edit #96
Still here after all
Calculating
If what I’m sharing
Is appreciated as a whole
So many days and nights I worked
A multiverse of shorts took its proper form
Yet the deal seems slightly or more off
Than I want to utter and like warm glass shatters
A most delicate and profound matter
just two steps between salvation and disaster.
If the cast is drawn
And we embrace the early dawn
Should we smile or frown
Looking at how it would end and how it has grown?
And the end seems so near
And this clarity is far too real
And the slightest reveal
Won’t seem to appear
We thought: My quick Edit#97
We thought we were safe
And we told ourselves this
Claiming it as truth
And then reality kicked in
And the monsters we were hunting came to be our distorted versions
And the sages we were seeking turned to be our higher selves
Another version of Atlantis: My quick edit#98
Waking up at the same hour
We planned towards a predetermined reality of the morning
Dressed to fit the role
Carrying our hopes and dreams inside our minds only to be expressed
on more suitable conditions
Step by step hoping we’ll make it
We just carried on and on
As our story crossed paths repeating certain patterns
And as we somehow forgot to dream how we used to
Then came out routine to remind us of
What we currently are
What we can be
What we could be
Or to shout at us like our forgotten version of self in between catharsis damnation and purgatory
The choice remained for us to pick
No matter our allibi
Or conditions
The choice for the first and most difficult fight
