A letter from my silence
The abyss hid from me so prudently and took away all those words I’d rather not read, all the letters are just like the tessitura of an unforgettable song.Now I can neither hear the perpetual melody of the sea nor the evil flowers. Something silences this afternoon while it swallows me and transfigures me but I overflow and quiet I hear my own void without grasping it.
I am deaf! I can’t hear the stars in my soul or this desire that doesn’t know how to wait. Oh cruel silence! A somber ocean breathes inside and makes me sink in poems written in tender madness. I am not in harmony with the beating of my heart: I lost the consonants and the vowels of delight. Nothing reverberates in this space that separates me from light and binds me to darkness.
I write my silence while the scared moon crawls within feeling that what I haven’t said vibrates in this condemned wind as it takes me back to my own womb and buries me between love and tender despair.
Karla Bardanza
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I heard that
"all the lonely people, where do we all come" give a yip or a yap like this make the silence go away for me today for i too hear the silence at times. but the word is strong, and will live so long, as it's not said to loud, nor spoken to proud, that we can't see, the fallens plea, for redemption and a cup of tea, since it's almost high noon, give me a spoon, with much sugar on top, for this pain to stop, going silently unnoticed, your all on notice, to know this, cause it's hear, that we speak, of this love, that is bleak, for if it's share by no one, then it's not good for the son, to come and claim, in his father's name, all the good souls we seen, despite all the mean, where two gather in his name, so shall be the eternal flame, of the love that we share, from those that do care, for the ones that we pass, on the road everlast, to heaven once shown, to our souls that do groan, for healing and love, from our father up above, may we be with him someday, in the most magical way, not body or mind, does one's god to we find, so I'll leave you with that,
we'll see where ever it's at, that this path takes us to home, were the angels too roam, for there is no futures in our past, for this heaven is everlast.
wow...
I am flabbergasted my dear!But tell me... what do you really want to say?
Karla Bardanza
"If things are unreachable... oh, my goodness! It is not a reason not to want them. How sad the paths would be if there was not the magical presence of the stars!"
Mário Quintana