Lines Of Absurdity 3 - Poem by George Tzouvaras
Watching the lines of our lives mixing up in a vicious circle and while we are pretending that moments are there just for pleasuring our poor incarnations.
Learning by loneliness is a sign of wisdom, if you got the power of vision in your senses.
I ve met too many minds trying to figure out the exit on the door of their thoughts, but always the same conclusion ends up in a river full of tears, hate and self-pity.
There is no exit and if eventually find one is just an optical illusion my friend. Cause the exit is just a mind door and you know how the mind can trick your thought.
Windows with black curtains, painted by needs and unfulfilled lust, waving silently in this night of sweet pain. In this night that you are alone with your fantasy taking care of your mind. Of your soul.
Spots of unrevealed thoughts when you discover, don't turn your head away for it is there for you and me. As the clock keeps its beat, and your heart still follows it open your eyes wide and seek for the unseen, speak for the unspoken, dream of the undreamed, write for the unwritten....
In a starlight night, in a night summer field I wondered to look some signs of this unspeakable desire to find you. To feel your presence next to mine as if you were really there with me.
You said 'close your eyes'
The world became an imaginary scene.
All the stars, all the rivers, start to speak through my thoughts. The sea still waits for my touch. Still there are moments which seems centuries, still there are centuries which seems moments.
In a desert land like this, with some poems for company, a bottle, some cigarettes and your love walk alone to find what I have never had.
Strange lines curve time in a grow dim stage, passers by watch me to try climb in that hill were fifteen pretty boys died by loneliness, were fifteen pretty young girls died by love.
The sweetness of this late spring night surrounds every cell of my body, while the silence of my soul try to take a rest from its endless seeking of knowledge.
I ve been in so many dark rooms that I almost became dark as the spaces I was visiting. The light has a relevant meaning to me, such as a drunk whore who tries to find her lost virginity of love.
Open your heart my friend to feel the sorrow, to feel the joy of someone who still tries to stay alive through those black lines of power that command us to join the countless army of dead smiled people.
As for the lone star don't you worry about it... will always keeps company to those who still dare to dream.
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