"All The Searchers..."

"All The Searchers..."

A Poem by Chris
"

Finding our way...

"

A friend described going “clubbing” at 2 AM or such all over town (if you can call London, New York, L.A., Miami, Prague, Tel Aviv, Rotterdam, Paris, Moscow - and such any and every WHERE - “town”).  She and so many others describe and define the scenes.  The various houses being ROCKED - floors so packed tight, lights arcing, flashing, splashing -  the “world” moves to their jumps, reachings, slams, jerking and turns, pressing …hell even breathing.  All - a life staggering, surreal but happening - as the sounds of the worldbeat flow through-and-through their bodies and existence! 


Seduction comes in many forms -


heat flows as we feel the need,

and when the fingers tighten HARD

is when we KNOW what we want

and where - and how...and there IS

no whys ...anymore.

 

“All The Searchers…”

 

Reading you aloud...

the background your sound - your call,

the echoes

its echoes -

swirling,

surrounding...

 

And still the flight follows -

paths and corners racing...

the taste of blood rising

and the sightless moving

...jounces, flies, falls

rising riding currents

 

I CAN see...

finally, fleetly ...moments to eternity...

one-by-one cascading -- drawing,

beckoning,

GRASPING tight.

 

I know being alive ...now. 

The sheer existence within a breath. 

What it IS to FEEL my heartbeat pause

...and know little deaths.

 

We live for the taste of forever...

and search the barren worlds of all the ethers

- ever looking, ever reaching -

through the tears of BEING

...to find who we are.

 

and sometimes...

just        sometimes

- we really do find -

the WHO and see

the where we ARE meant to BE!  

And there are no ...words...

anymore…

anymore

 

The flow carries us...

enwraps and closes

and tightens

...tighter still...

and we -

we - ARE…are

...finally home.

ARE

Finally …finally

Home…

 

Yes …please

 

Chris

 

Read to ... OT.Quartet - Hold That Sucker Down

Starts Right at the 1 minute mark

"please" IS with the last note



© 2013 Chris


Author's Note

Chris
read it WITH the music - aloud.

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The title drew me to it Chris
the self acceptance of "sometimes we really do find the WHO and see the Where we are meant to be," great stuff simplistic but talks to me of recognizing ourselves after a journey our place as you say, home, which is often in ourselves.

Posted 10 Years Ago


i like how you can "taste the blood rising"
metalish, hardcore

enjoyed this piece

Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

I'm glad you came by AND that you found on of my works to your liking.
thenightqueen

10 Years Ago

i am glad i found a place to read others, share, and critique with friends and acquaintances
Chris

10 Years Ago

tis a good place...I think you WILL like it here
Ok... I feel like a silly groupie... But that was amazing my friend. You have an incredibly powerful ability to transport a reader into their emotions. And paint a picture they can live, breathe and taste. Few achieve such lofty heights with their creations. Yet consistently I find myself on a tear, whispering an encouragement or braying in laughter with you. I always believe that if something inspires you to think or to feel it's good... For we live in a world of such shallow means these days. You inspire. From Laurentian depths my friend. I think I'll leave a chair right here... I can always buy another. If thats ok with you?

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lucifer Jones

11 Years Ago

-laughing- You are too generous brother.
Chris

11 Years Ago

"Nothing" is ever "free" - but company works however you take it... makes the hours pass more ...gen.. read more
Lucifer Jones

11 Years Ago

Yes sir it does.
you have such a strong emotional life, it leaps through the aether!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Chris

11 Years Ago

It adds to the gestalt... and empowers the reader to BE where we are ...ya know?
Joiedevivre

11 Years Ago

i know! Anais Nin being, for me, the master of this genre. Beautifully done.
Chris

11 Years Ago

I'm glad you paused with me today... it's made a difference.
"I know being alive ...now.
The sheer existence within a breath.
What it IS to FEEL my heartbeat pause
...and know little deaths."

I love these lines, Im not even sure what drew me to them. It makes me feel like life is going to be okay, that deaths will slow and life will thrive, I really appreciated this poem! Definitely was one of my favorites!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Chris

11 Years Ago

I'm glad you found my thoughts... and paused with me.
Bowers

11 Years Ago

your totally welcome! :D
"We live for the taste of forever...
and search the barren worlds of all the ethers
- ever looking, ever reaching -
through the tears of BEING
...to find who we are."
The above lines were my favorite. I had to read a few times. So many great lines in the poem. I'm glad I found your poetry tonight. Always alive and strong my friend. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote


Posted 11 Years Ago


I feel it is a wonderful sensation on how music makes us feel, come alive. To think that one feels so trapped, so dead inside that without it, they are doomed to a life of silence and loneliness. I guess it feels good to be in the crowd sometimes, no matter how tight it might be...to feel apart of something new.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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“and sometimes...
just sometimes
- we really do find -
the WHO and see
the where we ARE meant to BE!
And there are no ...words...
anymore…
anymore”

Sigh! Even with the loud music blasting your words are still louder…


Posted 11 Years Ago


"We live for the taste of forever...

and search the barren worlds of all the ethers

- ever looking, ever reaching -

through the tears of BEING

...to find who we are."

So much wisdom and insights in your words along with the beauty of your writes...Thank you for sharing with others...:)..........

Posted 11 Years Ago


Such is the world defined by the youthful exuberance we all once knew

Posted 11 Years Ago


Chris

11 Years Ago

I really hope so... you touched many with your thoughts...
Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Thank you i have been thinking about it lately Just needed a second wind
Chris

11 Years Ago

sometimes we all do...glad you came by.

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