In an existentialist surrender, he journeyed nakedly past night. The emotional weight of everything was recalled in the cartoonish reflections of his tilted head, balanced in his hands, while his skin began to lose feeling, sinking into the cavalcade of frosty wind blowing right beside him.
“And there was youth, and there was wilderness, and freedom, while everything was a zero”
And while everything was a mark, on the abscissa of life metallically rising, it was staining the truth that was colouring the montage of memories in red, blue and yellow drops of paint. Barefoot, he marched thru the handsome streets paved with flags of Burger King, and McDonalds. As a form of personal rebellion, and self-appealing protest, someone took them off and handed them to whoever looked worthy. He was worthy, of unreality, at least.
“I was there, and it was crazy as the day isn’t long enough to withstand that sort of a phenomena”
So, basking in the captivity of good will, and doing everything in his capacity to act radically, he placed a sovereign hand on venerated statues, with honey-shades of gloom, and climbed and clung to the strings of its marbled violin, necked by hieroglyphics.
“Enter morning, I was tumbling thru the figures of vain. I saved myself that nighttime by weeping”
He settled by the beach, and with blurry people all around him, taking grace in a sweet kingdom of Egyptian cotton-rooted threads of love. Crotch and cloth in times of swinging shrine, just playing him for his stare, and blaring for its flair..
I like the rhythm. It almost reads like a poem.
I like the colors and reference to nakedness.
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Because nakedness is natural, and the most honest drape to a person…
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True. So why the hell are we wearing these funny clothes?
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I don’t know, maybe I should wonder…
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And so he was, weighed down by the coloured cloth of multinational kingdoms of excess, and the frivolity of those obsessed with the thread count of life. It’s definitely an existential hour – or two.
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And so he was, weighed down by the coloured cloth of multinational kingdoms of excess, and the frivolity of those obsessed with the thread count of life. It’s definitely an existential hour..
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Only hour, and then hourly days.
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Oops double posted that. That kind of thought never lasts just one hour. It always returns
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Extra comment for me.. 😬😂
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Well, this is definitely a glass-half-full way of looking at it 😂
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😂
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about 50 shades seconds… while each shade out of any second simulated appears like a phenomenon adorned nicely by your natural flair… (a pleasantly delivering of words… — to me… at least)
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Thank you for the beautiful words, and their deep meaning.
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Although, I wouldn’t label it natural, not yet. Someday, the words will not be even remotely synthetic.
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…but a poetic image dissected with/by words using the chemistry material of any (romantic)/(synthetic) passion created by mystical and native qualities of what inspires you
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Hmm.. That’s courses of thought that I have divulged into..
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Thanks for the moment, my friend…well done!
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Thanks!
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To be a celebrity of unreality.
A timeless 15 minutes of worthy.
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I suppose fame is just enough when the road gets tough, and you don’t know why…
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“It’s an appetite easily lost …
after gorging, and being gored.”
~ The Midnight Matador
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I always enjoy reading the comments here as much as your writings. 😊
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I live having you here, and then seeing you again in your words on your blog. 🤠
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🥰 thank you. I’ve been nursing a broken thumb so not posting much (check “I’m a Hot Mess” post) but reading a ton—and so grateful. Much gratitude for you, Watt and all that you bring here to WP😊
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😁
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I like your use of the word “abscissa” made me stop and think. Hope your week is going well. 🙂
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Thank you!!
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Reblogged this on worldtraveller70.
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Walt, you arer an amazing writer. Your word selection is always on point adding heaviness and shadows where needed. You are a wonderful mood setter, too.
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Thank you so very much!
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We should all journey naked.
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Definitely. From Ukraine to Sweden!! Or Italy to France. Yay!!
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😎👍
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