Chapter 3 - "Fire n' Ice..."A Chapter by ChrisIn progressChapter 3 - "Fire n' Ice..." "Inside The Hourglass..." Sand has a peculiar taste. Overtones of - what's on our minds - thoughts don't let go just because we do and keys open barred grates with every ...step. There is grit in the desert everywhere it wears you from inside and out it slices it numbs it grinds away - at the mind - your heart - your life... each breath brings more and more and ...more. The desert isn't mere dunes ups and downs - slidings, slipping striding...riding. It's gravel and stone and rocks and ruts and hardscrabble and edges and dust and ...people and places and lives and homes and froms... It's the sounds in our heads the ears won't forget ...the sights intertwined that our body remembers as we breathe. And there's grass in some deserts sawblade and tall, and some have paddies and others are beaches and old seawalls. There are hills, ravines ...trail-broken paths our "the Bush" wet ...rot... dry...hot... each with the stench of living and ...not. And the smell of people, animals, ville's and sheds, fences and walls and stalls the earth - turned and not and shreds and vestiges sun-heated loam and blood-heated dirt. Ruts and tracks and paths and walks uphillanddowns greens and grays stone dry browns, ribbons of water, the drip of a bucket rim of a well, empty windows and leather-hinged doors eyes that glare, scream ...or won't meet yours, sounds you almost understand tones you ALWAYS ...understand until it's the silence of birds holding their breath ...and the tears when they don't. And church bells and candles Amens and hymns tears and prayers and eulogies whispers again and again... We carry our 'dreams' and deserts within - each step, breath ...pivot, pause ...seeming glance that misses ...nothing - cause its what we do it's who we are. Chris @@@@@@@@@@ Do you remember how to smile? Where you did? When? Why? "Ice..." Staring empty eyes... diamond days velveteen nights - dreamless seamless the taste of cracked lips - strings of spit too dry to let go... You turned away - I watched you go ...each hit was cheap but life is greedy more and more numb the mind explore the pain its all control its all ...controlled. We lost our way - and no one cried. Chris "Fire..." Beribboned heart and cheeks aglow.. demure eyes - kept slightly low the timeless moment held within;
As such so eversoft - chords - begin to sound - as heartbeats thump and pound and comes the breath - barely as cherry lips clearly parted for the flow of unspoken whispersand soundless echoes- untouched wishes - unknown kisses... the eyes flow left, then up and IN - mine catch and shatter and sparkling grow... the sky sprinkles star dust and rainbowed crystals - unfallen tears locked within lattices of criss-crossed dreams and lightning beams. Your eyes then downleft and falling fluttering away and away... as gently curved fingers so ...almost reach almost reaching almost being come so close so very near so very real - You are... You are right now right now ...ever so beautiful... You. Chris @@@@@@@@@@ "Fire N' Ice..." Moments... Life moments - hello's and laters, goodbyes... - firepits on quiet beaches, the sand spreading from your fingers a growing mist of dull, lifeless ...bits floating and floating - away on the sea's breeze. Seams... seems - The eyes see but the mind - doesn't see - it's lost in itself myself your self each self inside each bit of each ...me. 3 AM on the porch steps, listening to their souls and the tear spreading as it slips away glistening in the streetlight as the night damp gathers soon to form and flow. You weren't bad, they weren't ...bad, seems life keeps some angry all the time. "Get OUT!" ..and here you sit - we sit, they sit - lost and found. Home is always a "from" - always a ...from at 3 AM - on a porch step. But there is tomorrow if you wait and wait and wait. Curbs on drizzly eves - sidewalks splattered, puddled, rain-soaked chill, wet ripples flow. Asphalt - concrete faded broken-lines. Bits and pieces of life sprinkle-thrown scrunched and mashed trashed and tossed their footsteps tapping slapping fading away with each step's pause. Velvet echoes, weaving shadows. Watching cars ...floating in the dark the shush of tires - turning and turning backwards and back ...shadows on the inside always shadows - inside reflections of other lights others' light ...somedays and nevers - staring at the lit windows wonderings, wishings, so heavy inside. Living rooms and kitchens bedrooms too - talking, being, doing, movies and sights - teasings - sharing until you're suddenly not meaning until it suddenly doesn't - just a glance and you KNOW you're really alone. Ghostlets gather round endless mores; ceaseless echoes swirl and twirl, and rainbows are painted all the shades of gray - the jabberwocky and I are friends. Chris @@@@@@@@@@@ "What Will I Be..." All the years so many thoughts... places I want to go things to try, taste, see. What will I do? Why? Where will I go? How? Really, how will I - can I - should I? And if, if I'm just not good enough? - for anything at all? ...anyone at all? who will i be? ...just me, another just me ...is all.
Chris © 2013 ChrisAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChrisLansing, MIAbout"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so. "Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020 I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..Writing
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