01-16-2014, 04:32 AM
“Lucky” number seven.
Edit 1
Once warm books, now frozen pages in the library of Osiris.
I feel nothing while I read your canvas,
No feelings of sorrow, not even pity,
Nor hear deaf whispers of the past ...
That call your blind souls in despair.
I can’t share a tear for you, I didn’t do it for mine
At best I gaze at your fleshy panoramic landscape
Table horizontal marble mountains.
“Perhaps I’m an empty vessel as well” I said.
And then I spot her out of seven rancid trees , My muse.
I see the beauty of her lifeless
Sleepy body, 30’s winter age.
She made me feel nor dead, nor alive.
So close yet so far my tingly burning fingers
On her brainless lips, on her chin, her throat,
On her bare chest, just in between.
I hold her tight and in my mind I say “ I want to kiss you.”
“ I want to feel your darkness and bury myself inside your skin”
They said she had nothing to offer anymore,
But she gave me the world in silence,
A pitch black world, A world of enigmas,
A world full of questions I wasn't brave enough to ask, as a living.
I begun wondering what senses I can use after death
If I can see the beauty beneath me,
If I can touch the life outside me,
If I can hear my favorite melody,
If I can taste heavenly grapes,
If I can smell the rose?
Would I feel time?
Would I see the day and night?
Would I get old?
Or young?
Would I feel hollow like a ghost? Or ...
Would I have a body ? Where I go.
Would I need it?
Would I walk?
Between worlds?
Would I dance on clouds?
Would I talk?
Would someone hear me?
Would that matter?
An most of all ...
Would I feel something?
Pleasure ...?
Pain ...?
Love ... ?
Or Hate ... ?
Or nothing at all?
Would I cry?
Would I smile?
Would I laugh?
Or is it a pure fantasy?
And all there was ...
It's never coming back the way I used to know?
Is it ... void ... that is ...
Expecting me?
"Tell me !" I asked
Looking in her eyes close shut, dead;
Sending shivers on my spine
“Surrender” she said.
Original
Once warm books, now frozen pages in the library of Osiris.
I feel nothing while I read your canvas,
No feelings of sorrow, not even pity,
Nor hear deaf whispers of the past,
That call your blind souls in despair.
I can’t share a tear for you, I didn’t do it for mine
At best I gaze at your fleshy panoramic landscape
Table horizontal marble mountains.
“Perhaps I’m an empty vessel as well” I said.
And then I spot her out of seven rancid trees , My muse.
I see the beauty of her lifeless
Sleepy body, 30’s winter age.
She made me feel nor dead, nor alive.
So close yet so far my tingly burning fingers
On her brainless lips, on her chin, her throat,
On her bare chest, just in between.
I hold her tight and in my mind I say “ I want to kiss you.”
“ I want to feel your darkness and bury myself inside your skin”
They said she had nothing to offer anymore.
But she gave me the world in silence
“Surrender” she said.
Edit 1
Once warm books, now frozen pages in the library of Osiris.
I feel nothing while I read your canvas,
No feelings of sorrow, not even pity,
Nor hear deaf whispers of the past ...
That call your blind souls in despair.
I can’t share a tear for you, I didn’t do it for mine
At best I gaze at your fleshy panoramic landscape
Table horizontal marble mountains.
“Perhaps I’m an empty vessel as well” I said.
And then I spot her out of seven rancid trees , My muse.
I see the beauty of her lifeless
Sleepy body, 30’s winter age.
She made me feel nor dead, nor alive.
So close yet so far my tingly burning fingers
On her brainless lips, on her chin, her throat,
On her bare chest, just in between.
I hold her tight and in my mind I say “ I want to kiss you.”
“ I want to feel your darkness and bury myself inside your skin”
They said she had nothing to offer anymore,
But she gave me the world in silence,
A pitch black world, A world of enigmas,
A world full of questions I wasn't brave enough to ask, as a living.
I begun wondering what senses I can use after death
If I can see the beauty beneath me,
If I can touch the life outside me,
If I can hear my favorite melody,
If I can taste heavenly grapes,
If I can smell the rose?
Would I feel time?
Would I see the day and night?
Would I get old?
Or young?
Would I feel hollow like a ghost? Or ...
Would I have a body ? Where I go.
Would I need it?
Would I walk?
Between worlds?
Would I dance on clouds?
Would I talk?
Would someone hear me?
Would that matter?
An most of all ...
Would I feel something?
Pleasure ...?
Pain ...?
Love ... ?
Or Hate ... ?
Or nothing at all?
Would I cry?
Would I smile?
Would I laugh?
Or is it a pure fantasy?
And all there was ...
It's never coming back the way I used to know?
Is it ... void ... that is ...
Expecting me?
"Tell me !" I asked
Looking in her eyes close shut, dead;
Sending shivers on my spine
“Surrender” she said.
Original
Once warm books, now frozen pages in the library of Osiris.
I feel nothing while I read your canvas,
No feelings of sorrow, not even pity,
Nor hear deaf whispers of the past,
That call your blind souls in despair.
I can’t share a tear for you, I didn’t do it for mine
At best I gaze at your fleshy panoramic landscape
Table horizontal marble mountains.
“Perhaps I’m an empty vessel as well” I said.
And then I spot her out of seven rancid trees , My muse.
I see the beauty of her lifeless
Sleepy body, 30’s winter age.
She made me feel nor dead, nor alive.
So close yet so far my tingly burning fingers
On her brainless lips, on her chin, her throat,
On her bare chest, just in between.
I hold her tight and in my mind I say “ I want to kiss you.”
“ I want to feel your darkness and bury myself inside your skin”
They said she had nothing to offer anymore.
But she gave me the world in silence
“Surrender” she said.