Her Speech
April 4, 2013
By: Magnolia
Her lethargic breath was rooted in the cave of a cumbersome heart.
Standing a foot the blank podium, tethered by opportunistic strings,
was the birth of a whisper
ascended into what became, a cataclysmic thought.
Like spiraling stairs with no beginning nor end, she spoke.
“Ejected from the gorge of emotional destitution,
I have realized that I have ascribed form to an existence that is but a shadow,
if not a dream.
And while I’ve remained fixed upon my daily deeds
I have abandoned my internal needs;
Misguiding shapes inside a living tomb.
I call upon the earth to fissure beneath my brain,
To thwart an arrow into the chasm of my heart,
and to pardon this lump of clay’s weary ways.
Soil and ice, no longer will you replace permutable fog.
For truth, a concept whose doors are not open for interpretation,
alas, has made the journey through pore and rushing blood and found its home
upon electrical wires breathing life into a paralyzed heart.
I say, empty handed and fragmented from a self-induced illusion,
that, that which is, is not a at all, and that which is to be, is to exists inside of me.
Compelled to create prickled shapes that would garner me the world, while gazing upon a blank wall, all at the expense of my heart beat.
Fair exchange it was not.
For I have spent most of my clock devouring the irrelevant, in hopes of quenching a parched soul,
and merely numbing it in the process.
But now with exhumed vision and frail valves,
I have but one thing I want to do, and nothing else.
With the elegance of life’s exoskeleton bewildering my eyes,
And with the seed of creation rousing a previously unemployed heart
Through inspired skin and resurrected possibility
from below me and above,
my only purpose here,
is to love.
“Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.”
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Plato |
“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of love, every man becomes a poet.”
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Plato |
“According to Plato, we don’t learn anything. Our soul has lived so many lives that we know everything. Teachers and education can only remind us of what we already know.”
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Misty – Diary by Chuck Palahniuk |
Like it :)!! ‘Exoskeleton’..’paralyzed heart’..and ‘self induced dillusions’..all very rich. Seem to be ‘mile posts’ (of hardship?) along the journey of realizng creative vision:)
amazing blog. Love the lay out:)
Vishal
http://www.vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com