I remember it was cold and quiet. We stood up beneath the scattering stars.
Silently staring at the landscape outspread in front of us, where the mountain touched the sky.
Losing count on the steps taken, you wondered how many dreams townspeople had to reach the summit tower seen from afar;
Spreading lights randomly with no purpose to guide. Little yet arrogant. Like a candlestick being put on the top of the world, accidentally.
Or maybe, incidentally placed to embody the messiah for those who would discover it that way — which might be peculiarly irrational.
Despite the lame fact, it still mesmerized you. I just knew the moment your starry eyes were seen in the dim night. And out of the blue, it captivated me too.
We sneaked from the despotic night, releasing laughs from the deepest and most untouched alley in our lungs. Our fears were freed.
Nonchalant towards the thing ahead of us, even to the time that felt prematurely withered.
"I remember once this priest brought hope to our house, and we just followed him since then", you said. That’s how you told me that miracle wasn’t the thing that kept us living, but hopes that enlightened.
Unyielding lost in the most chaotic ecstasy I have ever encountered. It became that moment when a knock on the door wouldn’t be able to break our reverie.
We then walked unafraid through the open door that led us to the home where the sun rises.
You carved trenches in my heart without even trying, Reached the summits of my soul. Mapped the rivers and oceans of my well-being. All the heartaches and open wounds, You managed to sew. You ventured a bleak forest with no vegetation, And left with only one thing to know. That no matter what seed it was to be, Because of you, Anything would grow.
my heart is on fire one half cup espresso, a vape and a song that drapes my heart in a purple fire, with the same purple glow inside the go go bar where that dancer handed Bukowski a dried lily But only for a moment.
lesson #104 and the music rides a sine wave into my left ear. I sat upon a lotus pad and kept a straight back the Angelus Novus couldn’t (insert link) close its wings against the winds of Paradise so elated were the Gods by the progress of man. so high the rubble of the wreckage the view from its summit rivaled the vantage gained from standing atop the Six Grandfathers within the Four-headed Dog from across the pond.
national broadcast in the jungle and all the box would do is talk and all the cockroaches would do is persist and all the machetes would do is hack and all the bodies burned and Felicien Kabuga was kindly granted asylum by the West and remained at large for over 25 years. THANKS A LOT SWITZERLAND. (insert link)
may all the kings be strangled with the entrails of all the priests
remember the mountains you've climbed, the valleys, the deserts, the cold nights, everything you've been through to reach here. bring the lessons, the people you love, anything you need for the journey ahead, and greet the new year at the summit.
I saw hanging clouds on the top of the world And my dreams following the fleeting sun Flying above the world in the machines of man But it's engine groaning under misery A thousand parts suddenly falling apart Under the weight of repeated failures Not able to reach the infinitesimal summit
The reason My professor loved me So much, I thought there was Something to be known. When I asked him To give its account, He smiled and Had something nice To be shown. He opened his diary then, Some lines he sought. Once you'd opined, he said then, It was the great thought On the peak of success (in your mind). He continued his talk And told the rest, It shouldn't be having The tip and cliff Or that of the Everest. A question you'd raised, What if it is The Table Mountain And its land? You meant, its crest, Where everyone Could stand.
Losing vision on the mountain, sun begins to set Find us standing at the summit, shaped by silhouette Search for answers in the wild, or find inner peace Let what you know begin to flow, spiritual release As worries numb, answers will come, time is only now Succumb to senses, drop defenses, find oneself somehow
We get intoxicated With happiness When we reach The pinnacle Of happiness That we fail To watch our steps And within seconds We slip and slide Down the edge Of that mountain On whose glorious peak we climbed By burning our muscles And tearing our flesh