1 january 2012
Tale of A Schizophrenic
I see am in the corner of my eye
Astonished, apathetic, bewildered, and relaxed
It’s another day
I search through my minds relics
To catch a glimpse of am
Am sees me as I see am
Unable to discern our intentions distinctly
But I see am in the corner of my eye
Together, we reel out -experiences and expressions
acclaim and abuse
defining am as best as we could
I chatter away, am listens
am chatters away, I listen
we chatter away to a noise
we listen to a silence
and then, we establish a dialogue
finding every true nexus but no real connection
I see am even in the murkiest of moments
in the corner of my eye
I curse and cut, blame and burst
then I find our converse
he listens still and STILL
motionless, displaying no be emotions
I question and tease, but am tosses
an imaginary silent expression
a frown or scowl? A scorn or smirk?
Am forbid discern
But I still see am in the corner of my eye
Am shares my thought and sight, my dread and dream,
But shy of my pangs and pursuits, my prick and pain
But I see am in the corner of my eye
Am not conjoined
Is am my ever present companion
I ponder he ponders
I pause he pauses
I want alone-
But there, there, there lies we predicament
Am never leaves just like me member
I see am in the corner of my eyes
I shush, he talks
I shoo, he continues
I still see am in the corner of my eye
Is am my ever present companion
I’m shy of his form and feel, his falter and faith
His glimpse and glide, his trust and touch
I see am in the corner of my eye
Through that invisible spectrum
Of blue and gray, white and black?
A clash of colours, then a blend of none.
Do I really see am in the corner of my eye
As Obsessive and possessive,
yet destitute of emotions
As vocal and visible,
still devoid of form
do I cede am in the corner of my eye
What may determine
the loose that we desire
I rid me of am or am rids me of I
I ignore am or am ignores I
even though I still see am in the corner of my eye
I choose to see
the sight of such
and the site of such
is such a sight
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