Common Voices

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I

If you don’t love you will cease to be remembered.
In the orange glow of morning
No words will be spoken.
Against the back walls of yellow
You will watch the sun rise.
Reality is a sore spot for lovers.
It is the place, where all decisions are made.

II

I am rolling in the ocean, a small suit in the sea. Bubbly white waters cover me. The sun is ninety degrees. I hear whispers. I see shadows. Don’t revive me. I am still. Listening here, I hear the ocean’s voices, deep and still. There is a language we can tell. Every creature speaks to us. We are snake charmers, we are conductors. Every animal has its voice. They stand before us. They ask for music; they ask for love.

III

A single instrument well played speaks of the capacity of woman to go straight to the heart. The heart doesn’t need peripheral instruments. It hears a perfect set of notes and doodles on them, floats in the space of self-reflection. Self-reflection, of course, is contingent upon the melody that is most like the beat of this particular heart. I close my eyes and can hear a spiritual friend. We are lovers, intimate, and that is why, I think, there are stalkers. Such people run to stars thinking they have something in common. And what they do not, or may not know is that all of us have the capacity to listen to the muse, who gives us our instrumentation or voices and it is he/she, who works from inside.

IV

This common weed, the intricate interweaving of the unraveled self, the brown moss of cumulus clouds, and Herringbone predicaments confide with light and leaves. Wishes fill this afternoon that innocence could barely feel, stared at and disappointed display of the temporary advertisement. I break sticks at my feet and point my eyes if only for the sake of truth, I have no right, no wherefore. It is not fair of me to be here and not someone she could love. Separated in time by the economics of beauty. The calculated use of some gift not all women have, a selfish instrument of God. She raises her hands because she has been asked to and because of the expectation, “I am on sale here, a common weed in the brain of lovers or not. There is no discrimination. I am almost always perceived in the same way, by men and women of all ages. I represent the very center of the earth and all the world revolves around me. I am healthy only in the sense that this is my time. Do I choose knowledge? Do I choose to wield this power? All I see is how it makes others feel. I am not this body. I am only thoughts, like anyone, with the desire to create, where my purpose is told to me with a whisper. And that whisper comes from a source that has no other ambition than to tell me the stories I tell you.”

 

I – inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrMuIYmJ4Y0
II – inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3F9im7wXgE#t=120
III – inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fNUxX-Sagw
IV – inspired by: http://saccsivdotcom.wordpress.com/2014/01/23/this-common-weed-is-one-of-the-healthiest-foods/this-common-weed-is-one-of-the-healthiest-foods-2/#main/comment-page-1/#comment-25038

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