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Saturday, August 13, 2005

the sun catcher

and we move about
in our own circles
mapping the paces
of empty steps

but in catching the sun
the clutches of its eye
stares deep
penetrating my rationality
stitching the venom
which I could take
as I bleed in vain

like a flame candle
hopping upon the wick
sizzled.
dazzled.
then razed in straight lines

spending echoes of black flame
a shadow of burning thoughts
crisped lighting the air
like an ice pick
blending in the background
it pierces.
it lingers.

it is the hue of its flavor
it is the fogging presence
that fade and flourish
it is a chameleon of essences
that hypnotizes
   the foolish
   the brave.

so like the heroin
who ate lightning
and crave for thunder
I open up
taking nourishment
on every stabbing step
appearing nearer
but getting farther.

will I ever touch the sky
where the paces of your stare
have walked upon;
have wandered?

6 Park your thoughts here:

Blogger . : A : . whispered...

Beautiful. Love the contemplative ending.

"will I ever touch the sky
where the paces of your stare
have walked upon;
have wandered?"

14/8/05 8:56 AM  
Blogger floots whispered...

the paces of your stare - what a beautiful image

16/8/05 3:43 AM  
Blogger Bluesky_Liz whispered...

That's an awesome pic. It's feels warm, and I can imagine those sun rays would just sizzle whatever should fall under it. I like the poem that goes with it too.

16/8/05 8:52 PM  
Blogger atomicvelvetsigh whispered...

thanks .:A:. and floots.. lets just say those lines were of me dreaming about a place which seems impossible to see (as of the moment).

liz.. it is indeed a wonderful pic.. this is a view from Antipolo, one of the provinces in my country. It’s such a wonderful place… high up on the mountains you see the sea on one side, and the city on the other. the sun blurring it all has a profound meaning to me...

17/8/05 5:23 AM  
Blogger rusty whispered...

Thats exquisite.....

20/8/05 9:31 PM  
Blogger atomicvelvetsigh whispered...

thanks rusty.. although where is your blog? :)

21/8/05 2:14 AM  

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