Monday, March 14, 2011

Escape Into Chris - Entry 6

Sketch by Chris Al-Aswad

Poems to my mother

We had fun didnt we on earth
We laughed, our laughing
released us from the pain
of circumstance.

We couldnt adequately explain
or escape but like now
there are these nether worlds
right above or beyond the
colliding particles of everyone else.

What Im saying is that theres
always a space to build a
sanctuary -

No space is too small -
your laughter filled those rooms
my laughter was the sky blue lining of yours -
enspiraled in one another.

hard to explain things now -
there has obviously been
a change

me here

you there

or here
im not able to give
the right word for every

but i know this world is where
id rather be

opposed to the world on the other
side of this thin wall of
air? clouds? membrance of
something -

there are default worlds -
default worlds of pain of
hunger of void -

And id rather be in this
bright world of you -
of miracles dancing

I belong here. dont i mother
with you. or not?

Are we really in two separate places?

i laugh when i think of all people i project my feelings onto -

when its so much better -
to relieve these minor deities

And talk to the source -

talk to the source All these
bright stars these individuals
web of stars id talk to them
all id memorize each one
of their stories but

the door the big door

is open. why make cold calls

to darkness when angels

welcome you into light -

go ahead, fall back if you have to

its only natural gravity pulls
you down everyone has to
deal with that -

Then go let yourself go Rise
like nothing like everything
without weight -

this life it fades out -

watch with me

i disappear



Daren said...

colliding particles of everyone else

It is true that the people we meet can have such profound influences upon us, not least our family.

I like the this one, it has insight, pain and laughter. It is resigned to a particular reality but with a hope of something else.

I still love hearing about your life thru your work Lethe

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