June, 2008 Archives

ode to darkness.

in a metal cocoon above the clouds
pitch black darkness, startling twinkles
i could have been inside singularity
i could have been in the euclidean world
a moving expansion of linear,
yet not a distance
time passes by,
but the clouds remain unmoved
its like hovering above an end game
where movement is only time

is there even a world down there?
its pitch black abyss, the face of the earth
could have been wiped off without us knowing
a telltale sign of the glimmering studs
enchanting, luring, trapped.
a blinking light of the metal wing.

could one be consumed by darkness?
a black hole of a memory
its dark, the only colors are memories
and only memory.
vivid, haunting, trapped.
yet at peace in the slumber of the heart.

a universe of darkness that envelops your soul from deep wihin,
intimidating.
The Glory of The Almighty,
the dark night that extort your sins again before you,
a heavy heart, a single tear.

i dream a dream i wish i did not dream. my soul wanders to unknown dimension. ive been to places so real and vivid. i know my soul is very light and it can fly. i know my soul thinks about me as often as i think of my soul.

on the beach, light fairy footsteps, with no sense of touch to feel that soft grainy sand. but i know thats how it would have felt. plunging down a cliff into jewel blue sea. plunge deep and deeper. into giant corals and the silence of the ocean. i cant swim in real life. and i cant now.

my mother is always very beautiful in dreams. God bless her soul. she has happy face and wears white clothes. and sometimes, a blue angel with the most brilliant eyes.

i have seen bad influences in my dreams. and i have only and only need a prayer. a strong shield of protection from the Almighty. The light shimmers, glows and dims. Sometimes leaving you in the total darkness of an abyss. the strength of your inner being. sometimes i would have the prayer for shield. At most special time a spoon for weapon. sometimes i would be lost for words. mantra gurgled in my throat, mouth locked in stone. one time i vomited words, hoping a prayer. the evil one laughed.

your soul ends up at the same place more than once. things seem familiar even though it feels surreal to your physical being. sometimes a spectrum of the real world. sometimes a strange place being familiar. at times, you hover right above your shell of a body.
a golden wing arched above chaos of the earth. a golden sky with the loved and saved ones. i am looking with envy and desperation. in the midst of apocalypse. in perish?

when your soul is hurt in a dream, you dont feel the pain, you feel the feeling of the pain. when your body is hurt in the real world, your senses rupture with pain, your soul screams a silent agony. how do you tell them apart?

have you really woken up from your dream?