LUZ Y OSCURIDAD

(LIGHT AND DARKNESS)

Honestly, what would become of me?

Don’t like reality,

It’s way too clear to me,

But really, life is dandy,

We are what we don’t see,

Miss everything day-dreaming…

Traveling I only stop at exits,
Wondering if I'll stay,
Young and restless,
Living this way I stress less,
I want to pull away when the dream dies,
The pain sets it and I don't cry,
I only feel gravity and I wonder why,…

- Nelly Furtado (All Good Things-LOOSE)

The responses to my first stab at mature (def: post class nine) poetry (see previous post) coaxed me to delve deeper into the dark, unexplored abysses of my persona.

If you are not one of the 10 people worldwide who managed to read and comprehend the previous post effortlessly, here’s a summary, or rather a direction of thought to think in while reading it... The poem deals with my tryst with wrestling thoughts that roil back and forth in my mind. Oftentimes I am aided by the music I play on my guitar. In these candid moments, music is what my feelings sound like. My singing voice is what my thoughts sound like. And the whole experience is what meditative silence must sound like…

NOW go on and read it again. I hope the poem has now entered the realms of non-Jupiterian understanding…

I Pluck Away

Atria fit to bursting with people from the Ether,

Vying to injure they jostle away at each other.

Unable to contain their growing girth,

The gates of the Monument come bursting forth.

Sometimes the weather is stormy,

Augmenting the impact of this restless army.

And as the weapon to vanquish them is unsheathed,

Tuned to the destruction of the marauders it is.

Like ushers guiding the crowd,

Ten young men instinctively lead the rioters out,

Swaying, tapping, muting and sliding,

Like ancient heroes, out they come riding.

As different as they are from one another,

Each understands and anticipates his neighbor better than a brother.

As they revel in the common life surging through them,

Alive comes the Weapon with their resonance.

As the magical sound steadily rings,

The people cease their restless wanderings.

Lost they are in the pervading light,

Blundering their way in the maze after passage of imposed night.

The Atrium expands to twice its size,

Ecstatic, in its vaults Love unbounded flies.

As the infiltrators sink back into the Other Region,

"Now I shall rule," says the enchantress Oblivion.

She purrs, transporting the soul to Utopia,

And the thirsty drink her voice, as if it were ambrosia.

Entombed in Her velvet wings

I finally sit back, calm, as the music rings…

(Ah, music- the salve for all afflictions

And words and Microsoft Word, the most patient listeners ever…)