Imperfect World

“I’ll follow you with my fascinated mind into this trip to darkness, and I promise to make sure you glimmer like a night in Budapest, as I collide with the dramas of harvesting my melancholy and searching for happiness. Are you ready?
Before we go, remember to warm your heart, and balloon past the mountainous landscape and map each voyage as you set sail to lands above. There’s nothing I can say and there’s not more you can do. You glisten in a bell jar, and pandemonium breaks loose in my mind sometimes, so remember to collect me too. I will deliver everything you gifted to me onward the grounds I touch, the islands I discover, the truths I unravel, and the threads I stitch with time into a sweater to fit the blustery weather on my way back, alone. Now, there’s sun and an ocean, we can spend days in canyons, and have waterfront conversations, and end our days, our sojourn in another life, lying on a hard ground, scattered, not because of being lost, but because of being everywhere, because we covered a distance beyond white light, and we’ll tie silk-roots to the skirts of the earth, and we’ll set a bow-tie which comically strangles our mismatched outfits, and our mismatched world.
It’s cold. I’m cold. But I will set you amid disco-balls, not LED’s, no normal thought, carnival Ferris-wheels will spin you to Malibu, and I will be there soon, as fast as an airplane can get me, or I’ll just learn to surf past the coast of Biarritz and trace the same fall to forever as yours. I’ll endure this cataclysmic heartbeat because I guess it’s only symptomatic of our infatuation with being alive, and making mistakes, darting thru abruptly by windows in sleds, silver-tinsels tied in the hair, always jumping, and talking. I’m filled with visions of us.” 

In the silence this echoed
across the membrane of a
fractured planet, seeking
faultlines of restlessness.
Choosing a mood that suits
my hobo clothes to disguise
the rays of prohibited hues 
~David Redpath.

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Watt

It's all a matter of rust and shine, to serve a distinction between to have and to have not.

79 thoughts on “Imperfect World”

  1. Wow. What a piece, Watt. It has magic and at the same time it sounds so real. Perhaps in reality (whatever reality may mean) it’s a mismatched world. However, in the realm of magic it’s not. For when something is perfectly mismatched it becomes matched.”I’m filled with visions of us.” ” I’ll endure this cataclysmic heartbeat” And we close the circle.
    The imagery is stunning. The philosophy perfect:
    “I guess it’s only symptomatic of our infatuation with being alive, and making mistakes, darting thru the abrupt placing of windows in sleds, silver-tinsels tied, always jumping, and talking.”

    And then Budapest and the coast of Biarritz.
    Here, take this waltz. It’s for you

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    1. Thank you so much, G. I’m happy that you thought I cold deliver to something as topics as an experience that belongs to someone else. I don’t know what to say but thank you.

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      2. I love the understanding and the honesty you put into reading, it’s almost as much as the passion you ignite while writing. Seriously, I’m grateful for your support and your friendship..🙂

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  2. Can I literally curl up inside the lines of this poem, within these words and just never leave? I’ll rest here, quietly, and not disturb anyone. There really are no words that I have that can adequately express how I feel about this. Yet, anyway.

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      1. I’m not sure how could you even think this, when I am left so speechless by what you’ve written – I am reeling, I am floored, I am lost within your beautiful words. But lost in that way that I don’t want to be found, and in the way that I don’t want to reach an end. I just want to stay here.

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      2. Thank you so much. And I hope you didn’t mind the Lana Del Rey photo. I think the angelic photo matched my attempt. 🙂

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      3. I feel like you gave me your own sweater, laced with tinsel, and I glimmer and am warmed against a freezing cold night. I’m taken on a journey that both calmed my heartbeat and made it race at the same time. I feel like you’ve made a world in your words where distance doesn’t exist…. I wish I could say more, I wish I could say it better. But I could not love what you have written any more, and now I feel the tears knocking in my eyes. Or maybe that’s my heartbeat.

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    1. Nothing wrong at all. As long as you felt anything, I think that ensures I did well.
      I love how Budapest glimmers, it’s so amazing. Travelling is incredible, it’s how I expect to function.

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    1. David that is so beautiful. Matter of fact I’m thinking of adding it onto the original poem. It’ll be a borderline collaboration. Because that is absolutely amazing.

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  7.  “I will deliver everything you gifted to me onward the grounds I touch, the islands I discover, the truths I unravel, and the threads I stitch with time into a sweater to fit the blustery weather.” For me these are the most beautiful lines.

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  9. This is my favourite thing I’ve read of yours so far! I love it!
    And wonderful addition from David, not that I’m surprised, his comments are always beyond!
    Really beautiful. I love all the images dancing in my head… I have to bookmark it.

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    1. Thank you, Vanessa!! Actually, the image was inspired by something underwent by Rachel (In Mind and Out). She allowed me the ethereal experience of sharing that experience. David is obviously from a dimension that has surpassed our infinity.

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      1. I have this friend who never stays in one place very long. It seems no matter who she’s with her soul and spirit like to wander this earth. She said to me she wanted to be free as if leaving would make her feel so. I think gypsy souls are always searching and seeking wholeness, not realizing that wholeness is found when we look inward. 💜🦋

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  12. “But I’ll cut thru this gritty wind, and I will place you amidst disco-balls, and not LED’s. There will be a carnival Ferris-wheel driving you to places you want to reach, and I will be there soon, as fast as an airplane can get me, or if I learn to surf past the coast…

    oh, this sounds like a place I’d want to be… who wouldn’t? that we all be on that Ferris wheel, spinning together, eyes alight with joy, arms raised with abandon, about to board the wings of a plane, or an ocean wave, yes.

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  13. “It’s cold. I’m cold. But I will set you amid disco-balls, not LED’s, no normal thought, carnival Ferris-wheels will spin you to Malibu, and I will be there soon.” Everything about this segment is utterly breathtaking.

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      1. Intense! Even your comment is prosetic. (I made up that word, for a compliment to you)
        A dark paradise, it is. I agree. Once I was locked in a velvet prison. I freed myself, painfully, but just ended up back here in the dark paradise.

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