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A Daedalean mind-1989 adjusted on the 26.2.2013


this symmetric & fascinating planet ©copyright2013owpp

this symmetric & fascinating planet
©copyright2013owpp

A Daedalean (1) mind
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To speak or
Not to speak?

Annoyed
He uses extremes
Distorting,
Romancing life
Hyperbolizing (2)
Entity
Quantity
Instead of
Absorbing
The grace…

Within
The elegance
And charm
About…
Revealing
Just enough
To keep
The warmth
Of human
Contact.

Keeping at bay
What is
Valuable…
Argumentative
Over
Accepted topics
Safe and comfortable
All but lineal.
Sometimes
Loosing himself.

Regretful about
Having divulged
In a confession…
Exposing
His inner…
His mind
Going in
An overdrive
Haunted
By his past.

Rare moments
Of confrontation.
Obstruction
In the purlieus. (3)
Wondering… was
He too candid,
A Neophyte
At life?
Did he owe
A summary

Of his every
Move?
Did he have to
Legitimize them,
Exculpate
His behavior,
Palliate
His awkwardness
And moderate
His floods

Of fervor
And passion?
Thoughts
Riddled
His mind
With big
Question marks.
His act of defiance…
Test the
Faithfulness

Of his “opponent”,
Throw the
Infallibility
Of his being
In a first shot.
Scrutinizing
Their reactions.
Would they
Falter?
Would he…

Disapprove
So he could
Escape,
Bypass
The insanity
Of this planet.
His motto,
Aim so as
Not to be
Aimed at.

Rated or
Appraised
As cattle.
Take it
Or throw it
Do not
Mock his
Humanity.
His suffering
Misunderstood

By the illiteracy
Of another’s path and,
Futile attempts
To lending
An ear.
He treads on,
Trusting
A better
World to come
Defining…

Coercing it
To arise
From the
Relics
Of his
Exposure
To this folly…
This symmetric
And fascinating

Insane planet.

(1)

Dae·da·lus (ddl-s)
n. Greek Mythology
A renowned craftsman, sculptor, and inventor and builder of the Labyrinth. He fashioned the wings with which he and his son Icarus escaped from Crete after their imprisonment by Minos.
Dae·dali·an, Dae·dale·an (d-dl-n, -dlyn) adj.

(2)

hy·per·bo·lize (h-pûrb-lz)
v. hy·per·bo·lized, hy·per·bo·liz·ing, hy·per·bo·liz·es
v.intr.
To use hyperbole; exaggerate.
v.tr.

(3)

pur·lieu (pûrly, pûrl)
n.
1. An outlying or neighboring area.
2. purlieus Outskirts; the environs.
3. A place that one frequents.

Words- 1995 adjusted on January 2013


Stacked books vendor Venice ©copyright2013owpp

Stacked books vendor Venice
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stacked books closer view ©copyright2013owpp

stacked books closer view
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The clarity of the second photo is not that good as it was taken in a passing by second.

Words
——-

Poems
Essays
Relieves
Retrieves

Words
More words
Always
Words
——
Evade
Escape
Barely
Words

The reality
Of the mind.
Skip over
Routine,

Constraint.
Simply
BE- Have
A future
———
An island
Where danger
Has no authority
Health a guaranty

Where company
Suffices
Linked
To nothing

Married
To nature
Time of
No language

Peace
And felicity
Rules
Flows

Serenely
Going forth
With
Plenitude.

Ripe and
Mature
As a fruit
Grown old

Wrinkled
And wise.
Traces of a
Chosen and

Merited life
At peace
With oneself
Infinitely.

Words
Always Words…
To anticipate
Establish

My life
Yours
Create
Our wishes.

The impracticality of distance February 1996 readjusted to a prose January 2013


Lido 2012 ©copyright2013owpp

Lido 2012
©copyright2013owpp

Those are writings from the 1990’s which I thought I’d never use due to my
lack of experience then, in writing but to my delight and surprise ( I do
surprise even myself! ) I got down to work on Sunday, took the core and changed
it totally using the words that cried out in attention and putting it in a prose
versus the article it was. I was astonished and

pleased at the result which shows, there is always a time for anything we write,
given we have patience and believe anything is possible with a drop of will 🙂

The impracticality of distance
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One O’clock
All is silent
Each one
Long gone
In their own
Planet of dreams

My mind floats
To many ports
One of them yours.
I think how
Far away
You too are long gone

In your world
Your vision
Inhabiting one
So strange to me.
Doing those same things
Void of mystery.

Eventful or not
Working, unwinding
So simple, so alive
What life is all about.
Practical
And tumultuous.

The ink flows
On my pages
Engraving words
Buried deep
Silence surrounding
This cubicle of thoughts.

Trying to make sense
Of life, of my love
For you.
They are there
Fooling me
Appeasing you

Erasing the,
Impracticality
The impossibility
Of distance.
Secrets of the night,
Leaving the world

Of darkness
Drifting toward
Daylight waking
To sunshine
Bracing a day
With the stamina

Of a professional.
Cold sometimes
Suppressing it,
Wanting to bury
Under covers
Your ingenuity.

Recognizable
Routine
To the bare eyes
Yet different.
By the impracticality
Of distance.

Will it ever end? Is there anywhere to hide? ” Food plan relapse ” 2010


repetition

Relapse
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Today is a relapse day.
Escaping from words of condemnation I prefer to hide behind anything that shields me from the reality of this moment.

Maybe a tree is wide enough.
They have existed for so long, have witnessed it all and are still standing tall and erect, nothing budging them, their gargantuan trunk, sturdy and comforting.

Maybe I should hide behind the reverie of an outside component bringing me to salvation,
or find assuagement behind excuses such as holidays, festivities, people, a country, finances…
Anything to push off, what should be accomplished today.

Is it that operose to adhere to the agenda and utilize the guidance at hand?
Is relapse actually a way of hurling a conniption in the face of existence?

Our overactive mind is hushed with the saying of the wise ( which I have mentioned before )
” Repetition is the only true form of permanence that nature can achieve ”

Well, that is a beginning.
Repetition is all we have achieved until now, but the other way round. Our energies were just badly channeled, all we have to do is ” repetition ” the right way this time.
It appears after all, that our wrangles are a result of our persistence in questioning life’s ( or God, if you will ) role in the realization of our endeavor.

Maybe we should hide less, think less and trust more.

That would simplify a mind in effervescence. Ideally, the highest state of grace would be, to do what is in front of us, at this precise moment every day of our lives.

Re-energized by those self-pep talks, I uproot those trees with a bulldozer, ( figuratively speaking of course ) destroy those outside factors, organize my holidays and birthdays with my sponsor, push in as many implements as possible, mark down in a book the keywords that will have the power to drag me out of my moroseness when needed and importune for the zeal to keep on doing so every moment of my recovery.