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Tear fishers
poetry [ ]
walking with light

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by [mihamax ]

2004-07-28  |   

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I
on the dark of the moment

I felt delighted... too early
by the taste of the tears
counting my pain...
didn't know what I was tasting
the time grown green in long trices
up to the sky
closing
in myself
the Pandora's box
there was a hermit in-there
then I had to remember
the forgotten soul
and I started to look for it
in my body ...and yours
you see, I wasn't sure which
was it's host
now I can tell
just
that I saw you
waving your hand to me
from the root of a savage love
raised chaotic
on my feeling's field

II
your green light...

was then closing her
eyelids
there were coming up
now and then
my light-bugs of frights
all by myself
I thought
I was confronting
the threat of the dark
through those unknown shadows breeded there
savage children of the night
in the crinkles of the silence between us...
that ocean with two hands of tears shacked
twisted together
like in a magic square
crossed over my chest...

III
there I look again...

as I told myself is nothing to see
nothing
for me
this night it's not mine
although
your steps are sounding loud
someplace near around
breathing closely
the trace of my steps
another voice
another silence
into the deep of another night
with her warm
warm whispers...

IV
don't shout anymore!

the words are drowning in my flesh
cutted from bones the silence
is waking up running
over my thoughts in fire and
there's no time for me
not anymore
I'll become a huge smile
that'll come to trickle
from clouds...
and I won't lie to you
not anymore
this time I won't tell you to leave
...of course
this shall happen
only in a future life
like I promised to myself...

V
stocktaking unuseful objects

left beside you and me
on the table of that sacrifice
from where there were slowly draining off
yet
last sad slices of silence
almost clotted...
the time was sculpting far away
working hard in the heart of the same broken shell
giving it's head
to the uncoming water...

VI
I have squeezed my soul

with two salted fingers
then I saw
like through a sweet blue breeze
pieces of my life
cutted off
flowing naked on the body of my past
you were also there
isolating them
each one alone
in the tinfoil of crying
layers of thin glass
yellow spherical envelopes
white moments for black wings
...and I didn't know anymore
if what I was seeing it was
the trace of your dream
or
the dream was passing
slowly
in front of my steps
to uncover
the same coffins without cover
filled of white minuscule pearles
silvery mettalic sand
in which
you said once
there were broughted all our bodies to rest
for the relaxation...
whole rows crunching the light
on it's borders
twisting themselves
ones on the way to the left
the others to the right
taking with them the tensions of the day...

VII
I can't

kill your silence
in one cut
the knife will blow my venes
will get into my blood
searching the track of the tears
on the paper

call my lost crushed dogs
at the feets of the wall
my being-voice
was running through the
lines of the words
wondering, astonnishing
loving
too
late...

I wasn't calling for you
Thought
for you to born
white silence after another one
in the season of walking
and It's flowing
like a tear
understanding
the hill of a cheek
flowing
through lashes
the melted thought...

VIII
the flashlight of dreams

died off on the bed
is closing into it's darkblue
mist of the moments
attracting the courage
by promising to pay
with some hot pearls...
hidden
into the big shells of memory
salted
salted
and sweet
like a forgotten quad
having two feet
on a written rock
with blood
and green poisoned grass

IX
the courage is walking near closely

it's tickling...
it'll break my fear in two pieces
now I'm more frightened
scared to see maybe
the teeth of the seven dragon
with it's twelve heads
biting my past life
walked ahead
the new life
that has to come next...

X
it's raining with blood

the blood of the memories...
forgotten memories
but not
by me
told you
pity
I'm not capable...
damn it
to forget
I bury into myself
under thousand of slices of soul
steppingstones of dreams

XI
I was floating

onetime far ago
between your lying thoughts
if I just could have seen then
beneath the ice of your smile
just if I could then
swim into your deep
waters of thoughts
I would have seen there
another mirroring
and there my steps could drown
just there
saving the time for crying
but no
I had to walk on the crest
with the wave up to the clouds
in my head
up to the end
high
right on the top of it
weak distinguishing
my self being waiting
curved on the shore
making me desperate signs
JUST COME BACK!!!
JUST COME BACK!!!
but I was laughing... too loud
surrounded by salted flashes
of the water of life dreaming
and so I couldn't hear you
I couldn't hear ...me...
pity

this is what they were kept saying
my dear moments with you
pity you're back alone
now...
there...
here...
it would have been better
if we just knew you
the way you used to be...

XII
tiptoe

my heart in the peak of
it's red nosy thumb
she was trying to escape
by opening a corner
from that
too extinct walk
on hot lighted smuts...
then
I was burning down my way back
I was chasing the hours
not to come anymore
not to cry anymore
but no...

XIII
do you know?

sometimes we are looking all alike
each alone...
me alone
now
in the deep mirror of the memories water
I can see swimming a lonely fish of hope...
maybe I wasn't lying you, also...
maybe I was, really, loving you
too much...
it's just that I had to lie...
because too cruel it seemed your doubt...

here's what I thought
that love is coming around
smelling you, pointing at your chest
saying
YOU!
now, you're next!
and this is ALL.
you can't, you don't
have to worry
for nothing
anymore
you just have to look ahead
towards it's coast
absorbed of that glassy moment...
absurd...
beautiful thoughts crumpled
consciously
in the tear of the silence

now ...when is it silent the tear
before, of after the pain?
...









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