Abyss

If  I lie to the stars,
To wrap up the shit that I've been dealing with, 
And to cover it in smile printed paper,  
Then I knew that in the sorrow of everything, no one can hear you.  
And if I cry in the ruins of a sand castle,
bury me and remain in the flare of the sun.  
Until the night wears on howls of the tiki bars, 
absent in the mind,dull in the body,  
tired state of the fingertips sketching the moon with round Ray Bans,  shadowing the hues of its whitened width.  
As I tie my legs to light bulbs, 
 loosening my eyes,  
breathing down from above,  
hanging from the ceiling, 
separating every fragment of my body until something touches ground, and someone comes around,  
to feel the light of warm life.  

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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.

26 thoughts on “Abyss”

  1. I felt myself sunk in this abyss with you, in the despair of lying to the stars with a disguise of smile covered paper. You really conveyed the heaviness of masked feelings in such a beautiful way. And the photo, that is beautiful too.

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  2. Lie to the stars, Watt, lie to them. Tie your legs to light bulbs – you’ll become the Hangman of the Tarot: a major arcana card; the card of the ultimate surrender. Yet that’s just an illusion, Watt. It’s just an illusion because you are waiting for the light of warm life.

    This poem is breathtaking: passion, imagery, madness, the desire for someone to come around.

    oh, wait a minute, wait a minute:

    absent in the mind,dull in the body…
    separating every fragment of my body…
    until something touches ground, and someone comes around,
    to feel the light of warm life..

    You’re a genius. Knowingly or not this is a modern version the of myth of Isis and Osiris. The view from Osiris in this case.

    Have a beautiful rest of the day. Isis always comes 🙂
    Excellent work.

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    1. I am sorry from the depths and reveals of my heart. I hadn’t opened WordPress in a while and hence couldn’t read your incredible comment. Wow, this relates to magical reality, and Egyptian myth, you say? That’s just beautiful. And the need to have people in your life is something that is more permanent than the people themselves, and that doesn’t quite work out, does it?

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      1. Oh, Watt, I do not know if the pain that I feel reading your reply is mine or yours. Yes, that need is more permanent than the people. Does it work? It’s tricky. I convinced myself that for those who believe in the sacred ( living and reliving the sacred) it works. I can’t speak for those who do not believe. I am going to stop here.
        Anyway, don’t push the magic away. Live it. Even is it is painful.
        G.

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      2. It seems like my poem has been taken down by WordPress. I hope this reply reached you.
        That is beautiful, what you say about living and loving it no matter how painful it gets. Don’t change what you start with.

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      1. I’m glad you liked it. I oft speak in short burst. But then worry it isn’t enough because I’m not a social butterfly. I just have so little energy these days and I’m doing my best to stay afloat.

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