Another one
Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 3:11 pm
This is part of the Prologue. I am working on a series of Chapters telling the path of one being in a place I call the Otherworld. The writing itself can be both literal and metaphorical and I encourage artists to draw and paint what they see in actions or emotions and feelings. For me, the story itself doesn't have a clear sequence, although it exists and is rather linear, but subtle.
In detail of this maze,
Maybe there’s something I can’t explain,
What else is there to find out,
Letting another talk my way,
The steps that I take,
It can be ingenious, a successful plot,
A discovery of the ties that bind,
What is there to lose?
The ground is full of water,
My armor overbearing,
Something’s not quite right,
Emotionless face, divided,
Unified by torture maybe,
A cleansing of the world,
So deep , so passionate,
My grinding teeth,
They sever the reality of things,
Confined to a space I know not the exit from,
Exist or die,
Forget or be forgotten,
I remain undecided,
I want neither,
There is no power that can shatter,
The scent, it pulls it closer,
The beast is coming near,
Mythology hides some answers,
Bulls, humans, my blood, their virtue,
My curse, their gift,
Maybe a path in the drifting sands,
Until then I rest,
The dreams, they rush back charging,
No hope for the collision of margins,
No dimensional relief,
I’m lost in the entrance,
Before the start,
Before the end,
But gold flocks guide the way,
Someone else is trying to persuade,
The rhyming obscure,
Leaving clues,
Maybe it’s time to pronounce the words,
Open the Hell,
Open the Heaven,
In this I enter,
The Otherworld.
In detail of this maze,
Maybe there’s something I can’t explain,
What else is there to find out,
Letting another talk my way,
The steps that I take,
It can be ingenious, a successful plot,
A discovery of the ties that bind,
What is there to lose?
The ground is full of water,
My armor overbearing,
Something’s not quite right,
Emotionless face, divided,
Unified by torture maybe,
A cleansing of the world,
So deep , so passionate,
My grinding teeth,
They sever the reality of things,
Confined to a space I know not the exit from,
Exist or die,
Forget or be forgotten,
I remain undecided,
I want neither,
There is no power that can shatter,
The scent, it pulls it closer,
The beast is coming near,
Mythology hides some answers,
Bulls, humans, my blood, their virtue,
My curse, their gift,
Maybe a path in the drifting sands,
Until then I rest,
The dreams, they rush back charging,
No hope for the collision of margins,
No dimensional relief,
I’m lost in the entrance,
Before the start,
Before the end,
But gold flocks guide the way,
Someone else is trying to persuade,
The rhyming obscure,
Leaving clues,
Maybe it’s time to pronounce the words,
Open the Hell,
Open the Heaven,
In this I enter,
The Otherworld.