rarefied air

FLOATING DUST SETTLED ON THE WAYSIDE LAUNCH,READY TO EMBARK ON A VOYAGE BEGONE,MOULDED FROM A CLASSIC NOVELLA OF THE RUE DE LABOURDANNA, DRINKING FROM A PORT INTO AMAZON WITH BOHEMIAN ROUGE APPLIED ON A TEMPLATE SPIRITED WITH DUSKY COMPLEXI0ON OF THE TAVERN...I PROCEED...

Friday, September 26, 2008

My Country My People

For those who understand the complexities in acts of tragedy that frequently occur everywhere in the world, and fight to find solutions that may seem unattainable, you may be able to relate to the below...for those who cannot be bothered to translate fears into words, do not read further.

When the medicines take over, it is the soul that begins to observe

Waiting lustily for the fall to occur any moment now...shhh...As the curtain falls on the drama of the night, the lights sway to the orchestra playing to the galary of desires and witnesses the enactment of the over arching emotions drooling from the cracks at the corners...cracks that noone can see, but every body feels...they are cold, yet non sinister in their approach to mollify...pacify...engulfing all that is blind and transforming the aura of the devil that reclines in his easy chair by the fire of carnage which spills over onto the residents of the forgotten city and evokes the mysticism of the poets who repose in their solitary cells, filling sheaf after sheaf of enraging literature that can only flow from aggression bottled by the neck into the abysmal slates of treachery and humiliation felt by the sisters gorged on muscles and chewed upon bones rotten yet sweet...sublime...divine...the irresistible mirth is unbearable, laughter impossible as it flows uncontrollably from the mouth of the hang man beheading the soul before it is dead smirking of blood long before it is due to depart removing from it the last few seconds of life that it was destined to live and ending an age of unbent trudgery towards the end he had unforeseen...lust lust after thy craziness, call the dark night...scream for the master that shits on the green monster's one eye..gorge the throat that dares to suppress a giggle that chills the very nerves at the endings and they fray before it all begins...the end! The End id here!! I can see it! As clearly as i saw daylight fading into a purple haze of dewy sunshine that was not sun any more as it chilled the oceans and invoked smoke to screen our eyes and disable sight. Teamed with arrows that pierced unseen they marched to the graves dug beneath our very feet..We claimed ignorance of the fiesty scenes even as they dined before us orgied on our open streets..my house was safe, untouched by gore..so i slept with my two children nursing the sore..but they came in droves, scampering like tweeds..and my kid fell off the bed in his dreamy repose...i prayed for him to not know or feel the angst but could not stop the blood that was pounding his thigh...he clutched it, so tight that it tore once more, for the last time as flesh does not split once it is born to stave the fires of hell...coz heaven remains no more....