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wire-frame world
by Richard Paezwhere have I been these past two years?
wandering and alone
casting illusions
am I approaching
or receding?
this is a wicked, side-less cube
a wire-frame world
height and width and thickness
volume without weight or conscious
flip me around
pull me inside out
all remains the same
pass through me the lightning bolt
and I would never know
find for me
some kind of content
something
to put me into context
{call it passive resistance
I still carry the taste of your current
your bare-wire contact
on my lips
its a scar
I try to rub away
when I cant sleep at night
a blister
rising from my skin
to save me from the memory
of our last contact
youre just an angels breath away
but if I jump the gap
Ill have nothing but my devils touch again}
where have I been these past two years?
wandering alone
and casting illusions 05/27/2004 Posted on 05/28/2004
Copyright © 2024 Richard Paez
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Teri T Lahmon on 05/28/04 at 02:20 PM It reverberates from beginning to end. It has left me sitting here wondering, what one does when they are gone and even your shadow no longer seems real, I think it was the "casting illusions" line. Thank you for your words, they are always an experience. ~T |
| Posted by Scott Cadence on 05/30/04 at 10:02 PM Your words are fine-tuned and I can't help but feel the depth of it. Great work. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 05/31/04 at 03:03 PM Electo-centric poetry, malachi. The age old
question of conductivity and the missing link. You have sparked the mind to wonder and to wander in the unseen, with an energizing flow of subtle yet insightful observations. This thing called reality is a loaded gun. Juxtaposed intrigue.
Pe4ce... |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/04/04 at 11:49 AM You stoke the soul embers to red hot phoenix, Richard and as you would be put in context, I on the other hand have always found it essential to remain outer context. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 06/07/04 at 07:03 AM i first read the dark lines, and i swear, if you could have shown me a snapshot of myself from age 19 to 21, it would have been reflected in these words... exactly and precisely... then i read them together... you paint a vivid picture... of love and loss and growth and pain... you are frightened of opening that door again... fearful of what lies behind... as you should be... this is a brilliant piece, steeped in real-life issues, with real-life decisions... blessings to you, richard... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/12/04 at 03:50 PM Neat effect here Richard in that even through the clarity of a wire framed world (glasses?), our introspection can be questionable...daunting. Thanks also for your comment on Quatro; much appreciated! |
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