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Retreat
chimaera Jun 2015
Retreat
She watched the guild
from afar, its yeast of unrest.
In her nomade pace

she wandered to choose
the wind and a river.
Self exiled

from edenic insights,
her quest was love immunity.
In a make believe sortilege,

she tattered her red laces
and marionnetted a will.
Rain fell: she was but a pretender.
10.6.2015
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Rhapsody in blue(*)
chimaera Sep 2014
Rhapsody in blue(*)
Don’t stop me now!

Baby, it’s cold outside,
tears in heaven
in a foggy day,
and mine are
the emptiest arms in the world…!

I dreamed a dream
beside an open fireplace,
entered the tunnel of love.

Don’t stop me now,
lover man!

Come softly to me,
see the shape of my heart
in my words of love.

Don’t stop me now,
let it be,
this tangled up blue,
my heart on the mend.

One step closer,
lover man,
ain’t no sunshine
if we keep
love on the rocks.

Don’t stop me now…

I’ll bring you a rainbow
with all the colors of the wind!
Follow the yellow brick road,
I’ll meet you halfway!
I’ll tie a yellow ribbon round the ole oak tree,
by the moon river,
and we’ll
imagine
a stairway to heaven!

Baby, come to me
dance with me,
cheek to cheek,
whisper in my ear
a lullaby of birdland.

Don’t stop me now…

If you go away
when will my life begin…?

Castles are made of sand…

I can see clearly now.
Raindrops keep falling in my head
and autumn leaves are
blowing in the wind…

I say a little prayer for you
and then
something stupid,
like
I love you
and
- don’t stop me now -
I fall
asleep.
(*) A text for a poetry challenge in www.legendfire.com, using only song titles...
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LIST of song titles (and a jazz theme) and artists:
Rhapsody in blue - Gershwin
Don’t stop me now - Queen
Baby, it’s cold outside - Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Jordan
Tears in heaven - Eric Clapton
A foggy day - Fred Astaire
Emptiest arms in the world - Merle Haggard
I dreamed a dream - Les Misérables (movie soundtrack)
Beside an open fireplace - Rudy Vallée
The tunnel of love - Dire Straits
Lover man - Billie Holliday
Come softly to me - The Fleetwoods
The shape of my heart - Sting
Words of love - Buddy Holly
Let it be - The Beatles
Tangled up blue - Bob Dylan
Heart on the mend - Sylvia
One step closer - Sylvia
Ain’t no sunshine - Bill Withers
Love on the rocks - Neil Diamond
I’ll bring you a rainbow - Tony Bennett
Colors of the wind - Pocahontas (movie soundtrack)
Follow the yellow brick road - The wizard of Oz (movie soundtrack)
I’ll meet you halfway - David Cassidy
I’ll tie a yellow ribbon round the ole oak tree - Tony Orlando & Dawn
Moon river - Audrey Hepburn
Imagine - John Lennon
Stairway to heaven - Led Zeppelin
Dance with me - Orleans
Cheek to cheek - Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers
Lullaby of birdland - Ivorysong
If you go away - Shirley Bassey
When will my life begin - Tangled (movie soundtrack)
Castles are made of sand - Jimi Hendrix
I can see clearly now - Nash
Raindrops keep falling in my head - B.J.Thomas
Autumn leaves - Nat King Cole
Blowing in the wind - Bob Dylan
I say a little prayer for you - Aretha Franklin
Something stupid - Frank Sinatra
Asleep - The Smiths (The perks of being a wallflower - movie soundtrack)
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Rhythmic feel
chimaera Feb 2015
Rhythmic feel
dance and dance away

enhance that beat
a compass of you
a pitch of high

dance dance that way

round the fire
a walking pulse
preparin' the flight

dance a rising sway

drums' echo rumble
****** and rattle
the bracelets

dance and dance away

close the night
enclose the dark
foster that tempo

dance your dancin' way

call on that rhythm
across a note of blue
comp in colour the chords

dance dance

maybe he'll stay
willing to dance

to dance
4.1.2015
...first attempt to work upon my learning from "Jazz appreciation", on edX.org.
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ripple
chimaera Dec 2015
ripple
a witting clap
echoes

flocks of letters
take flight

words'
remainders
to gather

to lit a fire
within the night

smoke
above the canopies
4.12.2015
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robin
chimaera Oct 2020
robin
birds.

remember?,
drawing them
against white skies,
two lines
graffited,
an awe
to the kids we were...?

i really
love birds,
their chirping a
winged colourway.

early morning,
a robin,
dark orange chest,
dead,
laying there,
on the door step.

i never remember
that birds do die
and their flight.
18.10.20
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rocking chair
chimaera Jan 2015
rocking chair
she was a pretty little one
with her braid hair of yesteryears
in her eyes the mist of green forests
the await for a shinning armor

i got to keep her tainted clothes
in this confinement on death row
24.1.2015

for TGWLY challenge
#secretconfessions
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Rosebud (for Joe Cole's challenge)
chimaera May 2015
Rosebud (for Joe Cole's challenge)
Life blood
in lush colour
of humming scents,
a promise of a bloom
summoning a decay
- the swan song
in a ripe sigh.
2.5.2015
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ruined VHS tape
chimaera Oct 2015
ruined VHS tape
in the far
           far
           far west
amidst loone
             ******
             lonesome forests
lived princely
a hero,
an absolute zero
in love affair
             fairy

one day, a plaid
               a pledge
he hung he hung he sang

to slug chug unplug
his heart
to blund it
blend it
tender it
in nature feast

and there he went
into the wild
and there he found
piled a mild a maiden
of golden locks

oh such a luck
for suckers
      seekers
who lived in loone
                       ******
                       honey moons
7.10.2015
For Pradip.
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ruins
chimaera Jan 2021
ruins
the dead tree
roots
birds' songs.

witch crafted
branches,
freezing
a slow motion
of a curling.

who knows...

hearted old ones
also bear
light weighted
memories
of love,
in rooted wings.
23.01.21, as a pine tree keeps on dying in my window view.
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ruins
chimaera Mar 2016
ruins
and again, the gritty path,
for visiting the houses, ruined.
time fled and life stood still,
strangled in suspension points.

i come, to collect lonesomeness,
feed my senses upon bygones.

window sills to inner spaces.
motherhood.

there, the place of a fire,
the grime inks a flame in black,
silhouetted.

crock pots, iron pots,
cracked, bumped.
soup. boiling.smoking.
cendrillons wrinkling
by the fireplace
in yellowished orange blossom gowns.

a skeleton of a bed.

leaning roof.

a wall in blue.

the view from the back window.
the door to the backyard.

houses grow blind.
i come
to lend them my eyes.
willingly.

eventually they'll have me,
bind me, seed me,
a tree-creeper to sight
the swallows, tell them
we have a vacant eave
in a falling roof.
9.3.2016
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Salutation
chimaera Jan 2015
Salutation
white roses
dyed in loss
roses of white
for bygones
thorned white
of the absence
doomed memories
like rose petals

the kids in the graveyard
revisiting the childhood
of their friend
in their attained manhood

one's death is but a narrative in others' life

this?
far too unsuitable to be part of a story
leaching out blind whiteness from all pieces
no more thriving to call upon words

enough.
28.01.2015
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scarious
chimaera Feb 2015
scarious
A hasty hiss, roaring, engulfing all.
2.2.2015
6w short story
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scat singing
chimaera Apr 2015
**** singing
be
beat it
beache it
that itch
catch ******
fetchingly
high jinks
a kite to tie
a sky to sway
off and away
off and away
12.4.2015
1. Inspired by Louis Armstrong's quote - "I don't need words. It's all in the phrasing."
2. In vocal jazz, **** singing is vocal improvisation.
3. This is a first attempt; an impossible one.
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scat singing 2
chimaera Apr 2015
**** singing 2
Leash a leech,
drill a leak,
bleed and bleach!

Who creeps,
who sneakes?
Ask to sink,
fake a faint?

Dump it,
the stamp!

Lives lively
sigh the high:
stirs and swirls,
a stream,
a blood refill.
15.4.2015
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scenical
chimaera Apr 2015
scenical
do you WANT to live?
do YOU want to live?
10w
15.4.2015
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seascape
chimaera Feb 2016
seascape
in my homeland,
the fishermen widows
salt their hearts
and hang them to dry.

in my homeland,
they say there is a cliff
where the moon gives
birth to the ******

and where the wind
whispers and howls
until the sails
get lost in the far.
7.2.16
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Seasick
chimaera Jan 2016
Seasick
Life.

Life?

Time drifter.

And then,
then
- this.

**** it.

I am not fit for it.
I know I am not.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe
either way.
14.01.2016
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Self-eraser
chimaera Oct 2014
Self-eraser
Not healthy,
I was told,
to need you,
to want you,
this badly
- so badly
I even brought
myself along.

Not healthy,
I was told,
and me and myself
were again unworthy
- and you kept being
unaware of
me being a firefly,
burning a glow
I borrowed from you.

Not healthy,
you told me,
and I resigned
to step down
into my grizzled
hollowed shape.

Alone,
in the self imposed distance,
I lose my voice
and watch
myself vanishing.

*(Why is there still a road
to walk down?)
July 2014
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semi-autographical
chimaera Jan 2015
semi-autographical
sunny springlike afternoon

birthday time almost

weekends make me throw up

easier going to work than here

silence and mourn for yesterday's feast

nobodyness attributes

that pseudonym gets friendly hi's

why can't i?

glacial era in a sunny springlike afternoon

really have to go out in the sun
24.1.2015
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Shelter
chimaera May 2014
Shelter
She
asked
him then for
sanctuary,
to run, hide away
from pain and death calling.
He let her in. Could he not
see, would he not know...? A stardust
path she silently draw... Never was
his thirst fulfilled, her heart unfolded.
Etheree (poetry types: shadowpoetry.com)
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Short story in six words tempo
chimaera Nov 2014
Short story in six words tempo
1.
stirring the coffee.
caffeine and tears.

2.
ragged by his weighty hands
ravaged

3.
daymare on countermelody
cushioned lava mumbling

4.
feverish harmonic echoes
of dying forevers

5.
a smoke. the dark.
he stumbles.

6.
sipping the coffee.
nodding: dark alley.
[20.11.14]
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Siege*
chimaera Nov 2014
Siege*
Life walks by
and in a useless longing
I dive into the crowdy time.

Then, unexpectedly,
a chord fills my mind,
words arise together
sieging me in opacity,

in a growing uneasiness
of a mouth full of marbles
that finally fall
with a heart rythm
as omen stones of a sybil voice.

[14.11.14]
* poem inspired by "When you write", by Pradip Chattopadhyay: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/942224/when-you-write/
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sighting
chimaera Mar 2016
sighting
winter ******,
a raw clarity, so wide.
kites winding bows.
6.3.2016
words as a playground
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Silent night
chimaera May 2014
Silent night
far, tree branches skim
the light satin of the moon
- unspoken fairwell
Haiku
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Silly tales [1]
chimaera Nov 2014
Silly tales [1]
So, there was this ant
who had a crush
on an elephant.

In an amazing stunt
the ant made a shunt
and grew a trunk

unaware that the elephant
in the love steam
shrank into elegant.

For ever happily
they would have lived
in halved size and size enhanced

if it wasn't for
the nosy omnivore
fond of trunk shanks.
18.11.14
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Silly tales [2]
chimaera Nov 2014
Silly tales [2]
It was a time
of giants
with a fetiche
on rhymes.

When flowers
grew their colours
to turn dinosaurs
into birds,

a giant-she
asked a giant-he
for a rhyme to inspire
a mix of wings and sorrow.

Hard task this was,
even harder than inking
the petals palette!
Just snap out of it, said he,

the giant, *and let's make love.
18.11.14
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Silly tales [3]
chimaera Nov 2014
Silly tales [3]
a cling and a clang
a scary noise
there by the swamp,
a growl or a roar,
oh my,

it's a moody blue
birthing a wintry spleen,
listen to the complaint,
*to hell with lyrical,
my silly vein drain I shall!
18.11.14
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SiO2
chimaera Sep 2014
SiO2
[for Joe Cole's prompt]*
~~~

Grain of sand?
I have no remembrance
of me being a grain of sand.

All I can tell you about
is this me you can see:

this glassy transparence,
a melted me,
metamorphosed
by fire.

Seemless frontier,
I can't but to split
daring to reach
the other side.

Grief, from this
sandy longing?

Yes, you may
say that's me.
*sil·i·ca\ˈsi-li-kə\
noun
: a chemical that contains silicon, that is found in sand and quartz, and that is used to make glass
Full Definition
: the dioxide of silicon SiO2 occurring in crystalline, amorphous, and impure forms (as in quartz, opal, and sand respectively)
Origin: New Latin, from Latin silic-, silex hard stone, flint.
First use: circa 1801*

In: Merriam Webster dictionnary

[sorry, Joe, forgot about the eight lines' rule...]
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skies in blue
chimaera Apr 2018
skies in blue
a 3d ink,
the mere thought
of your touch:

a magnolia blossom,
shivering
in the ******
of a winter light.
may, 2017
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Skipped heart beat
chimaera Oct 2014
Skipped heart beat
A heart beat, skipping beat, flat
falling wing, diving wave, oh my,
a high to ride, taking pride, coastal
to dream land, drums and hails, ****,
whose cry?, snoring beast!, ****.
21.10.2014
Just for playing around, I guess...
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Slow motioned estrangement
chimaera Sep 2015
Slow motioned estrangement
What is this?

Alms,
out of pity?!
Fake gold, a slap
in a heart's need?!

Take it away!!

I had it all,
once...
A threshold,
a sanctuary,
iridescent,
for a bird
to borrow...

Oh, grand, it was!

What, now, is this?
What?!
Scraps...?!

All right.
I'll take them.
Leave them, please.

But go.

Just go.
12.09.2015
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slushy motion
chimaera Feb 2015
slushy motion
row, row your boat
- how rough may
be the lull to afloat!,

raw, raw this float!,
how dull the day
in falsetto note! -

bow not, flee the cote,
to the lake of fairy way
row, row your boat!
13.2.2015
(taking a line from that children song...)
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solitude. or whatever.
chimaera Oct 2016
solitude. or whatever.
a sill & a window,
the frame.
silly hold!,
for a feather's halo,
for a hole's sake.

unpacked.
standing.
frozen threshold.
night has dawned
to feast on light.

silence reverberates.
autophagically.
circularly.
time over time.

there's nothing to life
that death knows not.
11.10.16
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Solstice
chimaera Dec 2016
Solstice
Now is
what
never is.
Can't you see it?

Now is just
a suspension,
the bend before
the wave,
not the flow
nor the wave
but
the suspended
breath
of a perpetual
motion.

Winter is here.
Its romantic
******,
frozen death,
nights that linger.
Yet,
arms crying
into windy skies,
trees carry
a pregnancy,
sprouts
like a plague
ripping
every branch.
Oh yes,
spring
is coming.

Now is never.

Quietly,
silently,
let us watch
as time bends,
unfolding
what was
and what
for sure
will be.
Quietly,
silently,
let us ride
that bend
and know
that
never
is now.
21.12.2016
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So what...?!
chimaera Oct 2014
So what...?!
What should I do?

He doesn't have a clue.
He doesn't give a ****.

Shall I tear in pieces?,
bleed my hearted will out?

Too **** sick and tired of that.

I choose...
Las Vegas' lights kind,
a singing lesson,
a vibrant red
to dismiss greyness,
this shadow in my eyes.

I choose...
to feel it all piercing me
and yet to dance

(finally!)

              and so

I call upon
my african soul
and summon
a storm.

There.
17.10.14
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spellbound
chimaera Feb 2021
spellbound
the sky is
dark night blue.
in a goldenish crescent
moon way,
a Cheshire cat laughs
at the waltz.
one, two, one, two,
the ticking of time,
thin breaking ice.
starless sky.
one, for no more.
two, what trees
stand for.
one, two.
silence fall,
tightening.
could have danced
all night,
charmed
by a blue,
dark night.
14.02.21
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spring's ecstasy
chimaera Mar 2016
spring's ecstasy
dead trees,
dressed by purple
wisteria vines.

life.
although
borrowed.
21.03.2016
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Star dust
chimaera Jun 2016
Star dust
Ah, to be like
a twinkling star!

You are
no longer there,
outgrew
the waiting,
poured the
wishing.

**** it.
No dream catchers
nowadays.
10.06.2016
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staying
chimaera Mar 2016
staying
words: beads
in silver strings,
pushing aside
the wishful adieu.
18.03.2016
... A morose state of heart.
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Still-life painting
chimaera Jan 2015
Still-life painting
The plateau.
A stripped upland,
growing glaring facades
and somber alleys.

And the plain.
Unfolded canevas,
ripples in shades of green,
bursting in red and brown soil.
There, and there,
shattered puddles of sky,
anchoring clouds to the ground.
And, further, so far,
a mirage of an ocean.

A plateau.
For staging a fantasy on the run
to realms of possible.
15.1.2015
In French, "plateau" also means "theatre stage".
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stormscape
chimaera Jun 2018
stormscape
windless,
the night
roars,
slithering
in the dark,

brush strokes
of light
ripping
the world -


like an anguish
wipping your heart,
a tremor in your hands
unveiling a fear
unnamed.
22.06.2018
summer started bringing up stormy nights - the motive for these lines.
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stroke
chimaera Apr 2015
stroke
cold sweaty confusion,
shallow breathing,
all details forward,
this pain,
the ambulance,
the doctor's hands,
in their faces my faith.

a brand new light,
a brand new drive,
once through it all,
if only, if only...

my eulogy....

[?]

it's okay.
we all grow
in their hearts
in their reconstructed stories.

such a waste.

should i live up
into that character,
if it's still time?
5.5.2015
Sadly inspired by the health condition of my elder brother; i do love him, so very much (and he is doing better, now, thanks to all gods).
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Tell me
chimaera Apr 2018
Tell me
treasures of bygones,
endless morrows,
lullabies, a
longitude for

mendicant and
eery hearts.
An #acrostic poem, assignment by APriCoT.
26.04.2018
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tepidarium
chimaera Jan 2015
tepidarium
[explicit, immature or whatever]*

remember, sweetie, that time
i was crying i couldn't stop

you undressed me
as the steam concealed all mirrors
and the burbles echoed my sobbing

hush, hush, baby girl*, whispered
the milky softness of your hands
pouring shimmerly on my shoulder
washing away my tears
rising a tide from my thighs to
my ******* my *******
geminally arosing in your palms
your hands your polished nails your mouth
me dripping tepidly in your shivering

then, sweetie, then, remember,
and again, my fair lady, lay me within the play
shatter all mirrors and free this starry night
25.1.2015

*tepidarium* - a tepid room in Roman public bathes, preparing the bather to enter the *caldarium*, the hot bath.
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Texture of hope
chimaera May 2016
Texture of hope
skipping a heart beat
seemingly you,
there, in the crowd

the lightness
of a possiblity
to live,
to hold on

watching kids,
their eyes
tying of shoe laces.
reading the first word ever.
trusting a friendly hand.

dreaming,
of home,
everybody’s there
coloured motion,
disclosing bygones
in now lands

not to cry
when realising
the ephemeral
unreality of hoping

06.05.2016
A prompt from @writerswrite
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the end
chimaera Mar 2018
the end
words
by millions,
collected them,
a life time,
constellations
pinned,
hanged,
winged,
butterfly like.

pick
one by one,
their weight,
their taste.

empty,
every one.
heavy
like round pebbles
on dried creeks.

summoned the night
upon, laid my wings.

rainbows
gave me up.
16.03.2018
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The End
chimaera Nov 2015
The End
Such a fascination!
A line or less
and the story was done,
we'd leave the cinema
with dreamy eyes,
maybe a sense of relieve
for exiting that parallel world.

We'd step fiercely,
a heroe to be,
can't you see?,
underneath the costume.

But then the end
comes in front of us,
its symphonical pomp
is a seed of fear
and we grow a human size,
a small one.

A cheap tape and the line
stutters the end the end the end.
One by one, all characters
in our own story
desert the scene and
we roam in a parallel world
of unfamiliar faces
where memories lack of proof.

There we stand or not so,
heroes of loss, on our own,
and a line or less, the end,
overlaps a swirl
of autumn leaves.

(You may all leave, now:
there are no credits
in one-man-size productions.)
1.11.2015
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the fool's paradise
chimaera Sep 2015
the fool's paradise
dared
to ink a voice,
dived
into echoes
of a mirage,
willingly,
delusional.

blue devils'
summoning
watchful censorship.

despondency?
no. the relief
of exiting myself.
24.09.2015
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There, where I wish I could paint
chimaera Sep 2015
There, where I wish I could paint
Arid heat.
An ensemble
of colour,
the façades
in ruin,
running down,
on my left.
On my right,
a white mirage,
weighting in the light:
the long, rectangular
wall of a church,
running up the street.
Voices behind me,
some old tavern.
Passers-by, not men
nor women, a few,
now and then,
gazing, who's that?
Silhouettes of by-gone
ages, dark ages.
This is not my time.
This is not my place.
I take a deep breath,
lit another cigarette.
No coffee left in my cup.
No refilling is offered.
The tavern drunk
the men, muted.
Birds sing,
regular spaces between,
tree to tree.
The coffee tables are red,
spotting the side walk.
It is nice to be out,
in the ending summer,
soon this heat will
grow cold.
But the sun here
seldom hides.
That is nice.
Church bells.
Heard from so afar,
across the plane.
Time to go,
now.
20.09.2015
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The wise men and a stolen sip from a graal
chimaera Jan 2015
The wise men and a stolen sip from a graal
Oh, blessed wisdom
that led the sages' path,
for it was theirs the bliss
of reaching the living idea,
on flesh and bone human like.

Oh, how seldom
men are granted
such a prize!

So I wonder
whose hand led my path,
of wisdom so unlike,
so sinfully unbeliever
of what could be,

for I have seen
the love I dreamed of
and secretively drank
from the mead that was
not mine to take.

So I wonder
whose hand led my path
and keeps me here,
gazing from a distance,
imposing me to run away
if he said he loved me...
6.1.2015
Inspired by the religious motives of the three wise men and the holly graal, and also by the song "I don't know how to love him", by Mary Magdalene's character, in "Jesus Christ superstar" (1973) [see line in italic].
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