The Edge

i wrote this after seeing this picture by the very talented Mher Krikorian

http://www.flickr.com/photos/krikorianm/5725789062/

i don't even know how close or far i am from his original idea, but that's not the point...

i love it when artworks inspire me...

so here goes...

The Edge:

I stepped aside and let the flow through

Steadily gazing

At the pieces it washed on its way

Didn’t try to hold anything back,

Took an effort…

Yet I ruined another instance of luck…

How was it that you never came back?

How was it that you left me this worthlessness?

I stepped ahead and moved around the truth

Hungrily inhaling

All the scents and remnants of your stay

Didn’t notice it led me back to this place,

Damp and hazy…

How is it that I can’t escape your ghost?

How is it that I can’t hurl back your memory?

I stepped away and came back to the edge…

Hands free this time,

Hands free…

ooops there u go...

inspired by and written while listening to solo piano improvisations by the tremendously talented Vladimir Kurumilian...

Untitled…

Explain to me how we got lost?

When was the echoing sound,

Bouncing off so many walls?

We had reached a momentum,

You were soaring with delight, and

I was floating near by…

Explain to me how it came to be?

In a moment whose irony was lost on me

Where steep realizations revered in glee

I was covered in sticky ooze,

I was crashing fast into the sea

Far below

Where the noise turned into a hum

As I watched you,

Helplessly,

Flying away from me…

exit already

what's holding on to whom, who's holding on to what, and then there's the wait...

Exit already:

Fail and move on already

Stagnation is at your core

So exit once more

One elongated moment,

Callous with a tight grip,

Has drowned energy in temper

I let it take control

I let it

I hate it

I let it

I blame it…

Cannot take no more

Bring on the last encore

And exit already…

carefully...

inspired by a conversation in my car in the underground parking... (and alela diane)

the relief was momentary i guess... some things remain unsaid...

Carefully:

Carefully, carefully gather your thoughts

A pile up, another losing its ground

Has the dark allowed you out yet?

For the joy of remembering,

Let me hum a song

A wordless lullaby,

Dripping with melancholy…

Have you smiled yet?

Oh something’s gone awry…

Damn the impaired contemplation

Put in a paper bag and blow…

Carefully, carefully regain reason

Sustain the notion of an impediment,

Pick up your humor, mine has gone…

meso meso

Thank you Chan for inspiring this...

I hope what we did was helpful...

Again…

There it goes

Fading in an instant

A feeling sinking

Disappearing

Below dark waters

I reach out my hand

I dip it in

To no avail

I stretch my soul out

But there’s no one to blame…

But myself?

If I complain,

That serendipity has the upper hand

If it echoes back,

That fate is beckoning…

Echoes fade…

Damn the dark waters.

Even my own hell has lost its name

And my colors have lost their shine.

Something has to unwind

Again…

little worm...

Little worm became big

Big worm ate a pig

But the pig refused to melt

So the worm tightened its belt

And gave itself a tummy ache

So it drank water from the lake

The lake water was poisoned and the worm died

And the pig stayed stuck inside

Moral of the story?

Who’s the worm and who’s the pig?… sorry…

don't f*&^ing tell me what to do!

Consider for a moment a motionless sound
A buzz that is painted,
A substitute for a movement
You perceive it, you survive it, you relieve it…
Then,
Consider for a moment a destructive thought
See it happening,
As it embalms your inner cry
Take it in, take it aside, walk away…

Save it for a rainy day I say