April 27, 2005

  • crazed in re-actives


     


    a relate
    built over time
    left to mature…like aging wine
    a connoisseurs repast envisioned to share at lesiure together
    not a high peak sought
    but an eventual happenstance


    and then
    you let go…you have to
    by force of choice
    made for you, by someone…and some by you made…in falling
    back…to grounds you trust
    even as it fails you


    a dependence
    on one…misplaced
    in ‘hungers’ blind over reach
    a much too much from heavens sought…even as a hell burns
    churning restless…beneath the grounds of ‘paradise’
    in symbiotic waltz


    to erupt as ‘others’
    intrusive and parisitic…catalysing decay
    into death…of the once beautiful
    a sequestering infect…suckling now’s sweet fruit…as theirs
    ‘substance’…to taste and savour
    while expectations  whiff…be yours


    in unrequited desire
    yet a life…yours now
    to relish…in its myriad colours
    some framed in shades of lonliness…a ‘raw’…untainted with remorse
    un-mired in burdens of embroidered maintenance
    of one…too committed


    to freedoms…cheer
    from empowering bonds
    subtle chains…tuned to demands
    of past immerse in hooks…potential paths or crossroads…left behind
    in a move away from duality…to breathing easy
    the singular air


    of mountains…conquered
    virgin skies cleaved…in the clean break
    of a ‘dawn’ in yesterdays lives as fresh todays
    available…not lost, to an evenings long shadow in inertial embrace
    of ‘pasts’…that suffocate a soul
    now spirited…in release


    unravelled twists and turns
    charged in lusts for life…or dashed on rocks
    smashed on heady spirits…be its ride
    a gushing…eventually majestic in its calm flow…from primal roots
    the once turbulent white water…transmorphed
    into limpid…mellow swirls


    of an oasis…pooled .within
    palm fringed…shaded from the outer glare
    of  harsh and dessicating immerse…a desert surreal
    wherein…even ‘strangers’ be welcome in cool openess…to share all
    whatever be left…of their shrivlled worth
    in what remains…on offer

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