Eye of the Darkness

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  • Action de plagier, vol littéraire

    Expectant hills of the night
    Tickled by breath of one morning
    Gave birth 
     
    To the light

  • Emma

    In 17 years
    True carbon copy 
    Of her mother
    And father
    Built of delectable notes 
    Of blackberries  
    Warmth radiating pine cones 
    Mossy bergamot
    And honeyed linden trees
    Walking in the steps of subtle 
    Yet insisting
    Bells 
    Of Oleggio
     
    Deep down in those delicate features
    The portraits of her grandmothers 
    Vera and Rosella
    Grandfathers
    Oreste and Pierre Antonio
    Keep breathing
    Growing towards the light
    To be seen
    One more time
    In a way that of a lotus flower
     
    Nesting the faithful 
    Dragonflies
    In rich Burgundy 
    Sky
    Turquoise and Emerald Green
     
    Of one Ephemeral pond 

  • W r o n g

    The only trouble of this world was the lie
    Which claimed to be innocent
    Unaware of itself
    And yet
    When one embraced it
    It went for a kill
    Completely
    Annihilating
    “The opposition”
    🖤

    Ten, čo bol sám, ostatných nevnímal.
    Obe premisy were therefore wrong.

  • The Doppler effect

     

    “Melody is a space in between the notes,”
    composed Erik.
    “Awareness is a space between two thoughts,”
    pondered Jiddu.

    And the Light hunters followed
    Nodding their heads
    Feeling
    Understanding
    Deep inside
    Looking at two buoys
    While analysing the space between them
    Omitting to sea

    “Light is nestled between sunset and sunrise,”
    Echoed a playful stroke of midnight
    Lending to everything
    Its nothingness chord
    🌊

  • Go East…

    -Wowow, my GOD, those are absolutely beautiful!- she bellowed quietly, scanning his pride and joy. 
    -Thank you,- came the humble reply.
    -No, you have no idea, eye always find something that is “wrong” with most of the “art” people produce- sometimes it is just a little detail, nevertheless spoiling the whole story. Not with the pictures you showed me, though. You do have a gift, and, of course, you know it,- she giggled softly.. -Remember that story you told me a few minutes ago? How just one photograph can change the reality of the whole nation… so do you have a photograph of Gaza?-
    He looked at her taken aback, retreating back to his shell, thinking she missed the point of his shots completely.
    -No, I’ve never been there, that’s a different matter…

  • He wanted to get intimate

    Being stopped, momentarily, by her unexpected words
    -I have one enlightened breast, the other decided to ignore the growth. And as for the rest, my private garden, hm, it could remind one of a camel toe..
    -Regarding that,- he looked at her earnestly, -I always wondered whether those were sensitive at all…
    Bathing in burgundy, she replied.
    -I do believe so..
    He pulled her closer to his embrace, his lips tracking her collarbone.
    -You see, faith is faith, yet the scientific experiment always appeared to be more 
     
    to me

  • And in that eerie silence…

    Eye caressed a frozen smile of Ticino
    For the last time
    Falling deep
    Within
     
    Unable to escape
    The Quechua
    Tree
    Of life
     
    Embellishing mind
    With origami 
    Butterflies
    Of its foliage
     
    “The snake represents the flowing water, Mira
    Reflecting the Senseless
    On its very surface
    What does it say about the so called Life…”
     
    Go figure🤷‍♀️💜

  • Humans

    They set up on deciphering dead languages

    Hoping for connection 
    Unable to understand themselves
    Within 
     
    their eye reflection

  • The rain

    “Ľudia sa o teba nezaujímajú, keď si sám. Ľudia sa o teba zaujímajú, keď sú oni sami.”
    He claimed
    Mistaking the rain
    For a grain
    Of sand
    Burying the last drop
    For greater good

    Echoing his words she finally fell

    Asleep 🌱

    For good

  • ”…dust to dust”

    He said
    And yet
    Eye embraced the core
    Of lush greenery of love
    Defining one’s path 
    Covered in layers of dying echoes of the learnt
    Whispering 
    “You need to wear- the correct shade, the correct percentage, the correct term, the correct view, the correct belief….”
    Creating the cloud of dust
    Blocking thee
    eye
    Suffocating
     
    us