Visions

A slightly surreal poem, in honour of a dear friend.

Visions in purple

Visions of green
Time has passed
Yet we still agree

Friend once a lover. Friend of another. When had we last met? My mind is clouded, my soul redefined. Your presence... wandering and inconstant. Always in my periphery, only coming to the forefront, when we need it most. Music like visions dance behind my eyelids. Wandering thoughts, wandering walks. Like children unsatisfied with an inadequate gift. Cigarettes and coffee, the flavor of your breath. Meander closer dear friend, let me tell you where I've been.

I have been to the center of the earth, surreal and acidic. Proof the world isn't fair, life isn't fair. I have been broken of spirit, torn of mind, and violated by laws. No one was with me, no one was there. I needed only myself, the enduring part of spirit reminding me to walk on. Children's laughter, brought on by the appurtenance of another.

Smoke, rising. From my lungs. Nicotine skylight, watches over coddled children too weak to stand alone, to stand up. Stand alone, stand together. Be there when it falls, for no one will help you then. Rise from the depths of hell within, and look without. What do you see? Pain, destruction, death, pestilence. Life is hard for some, yet much harder for others. Either accept the card you're dealt, or force the universe to deal again.

I digress.

I have felt the warmth of your skin next to mine in the twilight evenings and chill of air. The dampness of your breath on my neck. Slightly bloodied- I, or you. Body and spirit sated, we rest. Your hair, ebony uncouth curls damp with our own transudation. The world and all of its mysteries revealed for only moments. When two souls have touched so, who is to say the outcome.

I freed myself from all constraints of couth. From all preconceived notions of my position. I will be what I am who, who I am, proudly. You cannot degrade me, neither can you create me. I stand alone, with or without another.

I create. I destroy. I enlighten. Be with me in spirit, be with me in mind. For once I feel less like myself, and in being so- more.

Reviews

[Priest Rada]

I REALLY like this poem. The last line really hits home with me, as does pretty much the whole message / meaning of the writing. Keep up the good work.