rupisima’s Upstream Escape

prefixed.

unncessary

dimensions of renewal and regurgitation,

disbanded over the tediousness of your shirt.

We moved the grounds of negotiation

to unclaimed territories of oblivion.

forgoing every forbidden phantom,

freeing every fastidious fraction;

Another day gone by without signs  of redemption

or the glimpse of a silent plea and reflection.

How long do we forget before remembering

we are holding the future hostage

and we fail to demand any ransom.

Just for luck!

Uncertainty ahead.

Morpheus clinging onto my eyes,

to envision a more vibrant

day tomorrow.

Tonite,

I

want to leave

my

heavy

eyelids

and

anxiety

behind so

here goes.

Maybe tomorrow

all of

them

will be ether.

From now on,

You will find my name

at the corner of subversive & sublime

I have been standing there forever.

Yes, forever.

Waiting for myself,

afraid I may miss the train.

Forgive me,

upto now, you have been hearing

only the echoes of the curves and vowels in my name.

Please note:

There are no trains at the corner of subversive & sublime,

there is no corner either.

Crisscrossing flatly,

thoughtfully symmetrical,

tightly enveloped

memories

in shoelaced dreams

of the impossible.

I knotted the last sighs

of tomorrow

and tomorrow

and tomorrow,

just so

I could keep running

from every today

without

dreams of shoe laces.

I still run...

vitreous fission

spontaneous implosion

vitrilolic redemption

inescapable silent junction

Nothing left to negotiate

and

yet

a thousand parts

of me

demand

a oneness

that I fail

to

translate.

I can't reach you

and

now

you

may

never look for

my voice under your

wing.

You're it.

Yes, you! YOU!

Your eye (I)  is on my Y (why)

my eye was on yours a minute ago

You travel the land and record your  eye

I fly the sky and record the affect

I see the view from your eye,

you miss my eye even if you can read its sound.

I catch glimpses of your voice,

you, unknowingly, hold pieces of my soul...

Right now,

You are it!

Ka-Pow

or is it kapow?

KAPOW!!

Slippage...

I wouldn't have noticed the blue eyes

had they not stopped to ask for direction.

Who asks for directions any way?

You can't get lost in Boston...

Every corner is a promise of adventure,

every street is dying to tell a story,

KAPOW!!

A promise, an adventure and two stories,

in 22 hours in Boston.

Prefigures and fissures

Wasted time on a perch

Incessant turbulence of the mind

I have just lost the biggest battle of them all

From now on

you

must

guide

me

My shadow conspired with my ego and

together they tried to eliminate me.

Now I must

build

myself

beyond

your compassion

and

my disdain for myself.

Tumbleweeds

in my eyes

remind me

the ocean

may never find me,

but

you

must

look

for

my

hand.

I forget your eyes

I forget your eyes wander on my blog

I forget you have been asking me for pieces of my soul

I forget I want to remember your name

I forget you want some sweet words to ease your tired heart

I forget that on most rainy days you still wait under the pergola

I forget the day we painted the pergola and your eyes gave you away

I forget the corner where we carved our names  under the pergola

I forget why your eyes always wander on places my heart never leaves

I forget everything you want to remember and the reason why you remember me...