Chasing Shine on a Bridge that won't Shine.
In dreams, I dreamed on the shores of tomorrow,
I dreamt where the suns stood sentinel
in negligence watching the innocence burn
sentinels perfectly content and sane
In trellis of the hot kinned blood, stood,
a bridge made of blackness being crushed from all sides
A bridge that cradled
a set of twins, two boys separated by a year so near twins, almost brothers
Sons of the same planet
Earth of the Earth their father
In a past as dry as tinder, stacked ready to go, something new ready to rise up, aglow, rises up from the reddened smoke.
A stone bridge stuck in medieval Europe amidst the forested hills and the green knolls ;
distasteful like when the years become sacred
Two boys one five the other six, or the other six and one five or nothing both
One droll and the other grim on this papery bridge
Two little boys, one on a bike the other afoot, chasing each other's colors and shine
their mingling shadows chasing them
fording, the cobblestones trodden by their pitter-pattering feet, crossing this Bridge of Fear their voices prattling and warm
promise of everything lies at the other end, waiting for them. The other side's very clever, purporting to be a naos, promising them sanctuary a safe refuge from the hands of men
This bridge span for centuries reaching everywhere and we ran and ran and we ran some more. There are no dour trolls under the bridge soured by our presence. Only time stretching our lives, our indelible bodies taut taunting us their fare for our passage of time
In the cave of our youth, we hear the song again for the first time. It's time to step out
it's only a bridge, time we don't need you anymore, we are taking back our names
The flintlock charges go off, we are scrambling running across the stones, we are getting off, that's it, we are ditching this bridge of pestilence
You are on the bike, I am on foot, running after you I see you
You ride I run trying to catch up
I keep you within my sight the distance between us grinning at me and we are furlonged by Age.
But I muster on, pushing myself. I must. Not. Fall. Behind. You blur in front of me. I let the bond flood me, the blood of my own pounding in my head. I panic. I feel the same pounding headache the fish felt seeing the wolf get slaughtered in front of it.
I gain purchase. I gain I gain I gain. Again. I lost. There are no surprises here. There are no songs.
You are my reflection, only better. You are the charcoal sketch of myself, only vibrant and defined in a world that is drab
the world around us is crumbling, our world is crashing around us.
we are hithering and thithering , we are hightailing outta here. One after the other. One running. One following. None getting none the wiser
childhood felling as we sweep by, passing the felled boyhood
you are pedaling so fast, too fast
I can't catch up out of breath already
on this derelict bridge
you pedal on and on
not looking back
toward a devastated future
In the dreams, I dreamed on the ashes of yesterday, on the birth of the night
I am always surrounded by knaves on all sides cornered, and you are always coming in from the left to rescue me
Now I can't rescue you
Not sure if you really want me to
Why is the shiny new bike not enough for you
Why are you always saddled on the need for want, always wanting more
going
farther and farther away from me
In those dreams, I dreamed I dreamt
you are on a bike as solid as lies pedaling away face upturned, eyes skyward and I am on the bridge made of clouds
You are forever chasing the shine of balloons
and
I am forever chasing you.
I dreamt where the suns stood sentinel
in negligence watching the innocence burn
sentinels perfectly content and sane
In trellis of the hot kinned blood, stood,
a bridge made of blackness being crushed from all sides
A bridge that cradled
a set of twins, two boys separated by a year so near twins, almost brothers
Sons of the same planet
Earth of the Earth their father
In a past as dry as tinder, stacked ready to go, something new ready to rise up, aglow, rises up from the reddened smoke.
A stone bridge stuck in medieval Europe amidst the forested hills and the green knolls ;
distasteful like when the years become sacred
Two boys one five the other six, or the other six and one five or nothing both
One droll and the other grim on this papery bridge
Two little boys, one on a bike the other afoot, chasing each other's colors and shine
their mingling shadows chasing them
fording, the cobblestones trodden by their pitter-pattering feet, crossing this Bridge of Fear their voices prattling and warm
promise of everything lies at the other end, waiting for them. The other side's very clever, purporting to be a naos, promising them sanctuary a safe refuge from the hands of men
This bridge span for centuries reaching everywhere and we ran and ran and we ran some more. There are no dour trolls under the bridge soured by our presence. Only time stretching our lives, our indelible bodies taut taunting us their fare for our passage of time
In the cave of our youth, we hear the song again for the first time. It's time to step out
it's only a bridge, time we don't need you anymore, we are taking back our names
The flintlock charges go off, we are scrambling running across the stones, we are getting off, that's it, we are ditching this bridge of pestilence
You are on the bike, I am on foot, running after you I see you
You ride I run trying to catch up
I keep you within my sight the distance between us grinning at me and we are furlonged by Age.
But I muster on, pushing myself. I must. Not. Fall. Behind. You blur in front of me. I let the bond flood me, the blood of my own pounding in my head. I panic. I feel the same pounding headache the fish felt seeing the wolf get slaughtered in front of it.
I gain purchase. I gain I gain I gain. Again. I lost. There are no surprises here. There are no songs.
You are my reflection, only better. You are the charcoal sketch of myself, only vibrant and defined in a world that is drab
the world around us is crumbling, our world is crashing around us.
we are hithering and thithering , we are hightailing outta here. One after the other. One running. One following. None getting none the wiser
childhood felling as we sweep by, passing the felled boyhood
you are pedaling so fast, too fast
I can't catch up out of breath already
on this derelict bridge
you pedal on and on
not looking back
toward a devastated future
In the dreams, I dreamed on the ashes of yesterday, on the birth of the night
I am always surrounded by knaves on all sides cornered, and you are always coming in from the left to rescue me
Now I can't rescue you
Not sure if you really want me to
Why is the shiny new bike not enough for you
Why are you always saddled on the need for want, always wanting more
going
farther and farther away from me
In those dreams, I dreamed I dreamt
you are on a bike as solid as lies pedaling away face upturned, eyes skyward and I am on the bridge made of clouds
You are forever chasing the shine of balloons
and
I am forever chasing you.
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Nida
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Jan 14, 2016 12:19AM
It's appalling to see how incredibly vivid this piece is, almost as if a dream that you dreamt, has been beautifully sketched down. And you gave away every bit of detail, covered in a tangible harmony. This piece is so lovely, if it were existent in a solid form, I'd hug it. And from it's formation of words, I'd feel both cold and warm, and still feel complete anyway.
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Nida wrote: "It's appalling to see how incredibly vivid this piece is, almost as if a dream that you dreamt, has been beautifully sketched down. And you gave away every bit of detail, covered in a tangible harm..."And from it's formation of words, I'd feel both cold and warm, and still feel complete anyway. ....what a lovely way to put it, and thank you :)
That's how I felt about the Vanishing Girls and yeah that's why I wanted to hug Oliver. lol
Stunning, magnificent piece of prose, my brother. Poetic, symbolic, and rare. Well done. "In the cave of our youth, we hear the song again for the first time. It's time to step out
it's only a bridge, time we don't need you anymore, we are taking back our names."
So gorgeous. Just one of the lines I found heart wrenching. Sweet sauce. x
Rana wrote: "Stunning, magnificent piece of prose, my brother. Poetic, symbolic, and rare. Well done. "In the cave of our youth, we hear the song again for the first time. It's time to step out
it's only a br..."
Thank you Kells, you know this coming from you means the world to me. :)
The beginning makes me smile, so poetic. This is like people telling their stories.Ever changing, surprising you at every turn (like your writing does), unique, an experience, you are never sure what just happened.
Hopeful and hopeless.
You are forever chasing the shine of balloons
and
I am forever chasing you. <3
And I want more.
Safa wrote: "The beginning makes me smile, so poetic. This is like people telling their stories.Ever changing, surprising you at every turn (like your writing does), unique, an experience, you are never sure w..."
and more you shall have, like a Warpaint song.
