The flames of flesh

[qyfyri]

I burned her, body and soul unhampered by the leftovers of the Westfalian status quo. She burns slightly reddish, turning her flesh into a never ending pile of consumed minds. She lies asleep in the scorching heat, undisturbed by the commotion and the tears, true only to her beauty, perplexed by the incessant pain that seems to overtake her surroundings. She burns today, conscientious of her ever present goal. She knew this and never doubted it, but I kept myself up with hope, idiotic as I tend to be. But she knew all along, that one day I would be sure to watch her burn, filling the air with her scent and escaping the confinement her body imposed on her.
I flee this scene and close the last door that separates me from the rest of my troubled self. Concoctions are less than welcome on a day like this, nevertheless the feeling that all of this is as barren as the asphalt I breathe, seems to be overwhelming enough to pull me back into the uncertainty of self. I have sinned and failed to see her fully undressed. Glorious details that I never intended to notice twirl at a mind bending speed….she floats and I scream for a slower unfolding of events…she knew and always smiled at my naiveté, completely convinced that one day I would be able to see her storm out of my rib cage and laugh out loud. I tortured myself for a bit of comprehension and she never said a word, my beautiful coquette! What can I say that will reveal, without a hint of confusion, my own insanity when the dogs bark up the same tree? What can I control with this blood of mine that is left for me to see? When does this end, if it ever will? Could one see the truth for what it was or for what it tends to be? Where can I prepare myself for such occurrences? I’ve got to straighten all of it in a blink of an eye if any of this is to make any sense…….
And yet she strolls in my tears, slowly passing her soul through my lips leaving me with the sensation that the salty taste is nothing but her love slowly dissolivinginto my wanting mouth. She strolls….and I open my mouth to taste her again and again. I want to go with her but the gates are locked, and she does not want me to go with her. She waves goodbye and I bang my head on the iron breasted guards that seem hollow. She never knew the extent of my idiocy, but she knows now how much I quenched for her scent. Stay a while – I scream – a bit more, I am parched. She smiles and turns to look at my madness. Silly – she sings – no more do you need me here than I need another lecture on the evils of excess. I lower my head and my shoulders want to leave me, my chest fights me with every inch of its existence…..and I can do nothing but smile. She knows, and I still don’t.

She leaves full spirited, woman, mine!

[Larsus]

I burned her, body and soul unhampered by the leftovers of the Westfalian status quo. She burns slightly reddish, turning her flesh into a never ending pile of consumed minds. She lies asleep in the scorching heat, undisturbed by the commotion and the tears, true only to her beauty, perplexed by the incessant pain that seems to overtake her surroundings. She burns today, conscientious of her ever present goal. She knew this and never doubted it, but I kept myself up with hope, idiotic as I tend to be. But she knew all along, that one day I would be sure to watch her burn, filling the air with her scent and escaping the confinement her body imposed on her.
I flee this scene and close the last door that separates me from the rest of my troubled self. Concoctions are less than welcome on a day like this, nevertheless the feeling that all of this is as barren as the asphalt I breathe, seems to be overwhelming enough to pull me back into the uncertainty of self. I have sinned and failed to see her fully undressed. Glorious details that I never intended to notice twirl at a mind bending speed….she floats and I scream for a slower unfolding of events…she knew and always smiled at my naiveté, completely convinced that one day I would be able to see her storm out of my rib cage and laugh out loud. I tortured myself for a bit of comprehension and she never said a word, my beautiful coquette! What can I say that will reveal, without a hint of confusion, my own insanity when the dogs bark up the same tree? What can I control with this blood of mine that is left for me to see? When does this end, if it ever will? Could one see the truth for what it was or for what it tends to be? Where can I prepare myself for such occurrences? I’ve got to straighten all of it in a blink of an eye if any of this is to make any sense…….
And yet she strolls in my tears, slowly passing her soul through my lips leaving me with the sensation that the salty taste is nothing but her love slowly dissolivinginto my wanting mouth. She strolls….and I open my mouth to taste her again and again. I want to go with her but the gates are locked, and she does not want me to go with her. She waves goodbye and I bang my head on the iron breasted guards that seem hollow. She never knew the extent of my idiocy, but she knows now how much I quenched for her scent. Stay a while – I scream – a bit more, I am parched. She smiles and turns to look at my madness. Silly – she sings – no more do you need me here than I need another lecture on the evils of excess. I lower my head and my shoulders want to leave me, my chest fights me with every inch of its existence…..and I can do nothing but smile. She knows, and I still don’t.

She leaves full spirited, woman, mine!
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Because all night I was talking to you and you were there, the way I want you to, the way you are so unbearably irresistible

How much I wished I could talk to you right now.in this very moment... your phone number is saved on the other email and my cell phone is just in the other room, I just have to make two movements, or simply send this email to you now, in the very end just type your address and see what is going to happen, as simple as that...well not really. I don't want any regrets after, although the right excuse for regrets it would be if I dont call you now. No, I will just postpone it, may be someday later I will have the courage to just drop a word and say Hi hope you are fine, since I lack the courage of hearing your voice and my pride would ever never allow me to call you..I wish you could have done this already but you are taking so much comfort on your pain, paying your debts which aren't really yours, there just societal traps, morality bullshit that we praise continually ignoring in the process that we are damaging ourselves so deeply......

you are....you aren't..

Right now, I am so aware of the expression "watch out what you wish for" Personally I think it applies at you too, there are times when you get way much more than you can take, and the situation gets painfully out of your hands, and you are just stumbed...because there is part of it that you wished it so badly but not in this way, not in this manner, not at this time....is there ever a right time?
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JUST LIVE, FULL SPIRITED,....MINE...MINE..MINE
P.S. kjo eshte nje nga himnet me te ndjeshme ne kete forum, ever...

[shigjeta]

Ju lutem mos dilni jashte komenteve letrare

[Henri]

Burn the sky
burn it bue
I'll be drinking the flames
burning to the bone
a fistfull of ashes
inside you...

[Larsus]

A piece of my heart goes away, then another, and then another..till all of it is away, every time I want to/say I love you..so hard and yet so light, so vital. …my heart opens up fully and in that second its gone to another place, another ..home for her…and I remain shocked, confused in my naked soul without the beats, surprised, almost “being in the air” without any sense of reality..quasi empty ..vulnerable, a lot..delicate….untouchable, and transparent ..to the extent that the next movement, the next breath, the next disequiliber of air balance in our distance will dissolve the whole of me into millions of invisible pieces..that much delicate…until the next second …only for having the sensation reoccurring again and again the next time I want to whisper to you..i..i..i.. just love you..back to the mysterious, great hole of heartless, heart-gone existence..can you really breathe when you know your heart is gone? I guess this metaphysical status is possible, rare, very rare, extremely rare, but so painfully, divinely, graciously possible

[Larsus]

Sometimes love hurts….it’s it way of reminding you where it started without the beautiful façade though. It goes through your mind as a virus, a hidden inactive one that get mixed with all the perceptive rudiments of your being so far until it finds its ways through the darkness to the most unprotected fiber of your heart, and right there it messes with genesis. It’s the beginning of an end, the beginning where real naming ends, where feelings and thoughts have no order and uncontrollable as such hit you hard in so many unknown ways..

And yet, you are so juicy, filled with the most resourceful juice of life, the best healing medicine, you tell me so much that it doesn’t even translate into human communication for expressing it. What does it feel to be one, the one..in ashes and bones, pain and joy, possession and freedom, rich, full, complete for being given, everything is yours and at the same time nothing belongs to you ..the feeling that has it all
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How much of a stranger can you be to a lover? Not much-would answer you, quietly without having any slightest idea of all the at jazz in the air, yet perceptively, intuitively going for the right answer (guess experience in humans, not the best of them, still on bodies, faces, reactions, gives you an easy hand)..
And there I stand, distracted from your dubious, foggy certainty that I so much want to mix in and have the clear blue sky finally come up within us. It can’t without the rain in my heart. It’s the law, even if laws are made to be broken, either way, raining is inevitable.

It rains in my place..softer sometimes, sweetly the others, painfully in all the cases. It’s the gift certificate of love, the one that you are happy to have it, granted without being aware of the distance you have to go to deserve it..sure, there are choices..all our life is a choice..or not …choices exist in reality….or maybe not…choices are given in the last pages of an unread book..or maybe not….we only think we have choices, but we don’t have anything..whatever seems to be the other choice is just a big disgusted lie

[kulla]

oh larsus, my hurting larsus, my painfull larsus, my lovely and sweet and innocent and little and sorrow, larsus! you're not a silentium amoris anymore, o my freed fire, larsus! you're not a squeak, you're not a voice, you're not a song, you're not a hymn! you are the trembling roar of a sleeping volcano that was itching to erupt inside you! you are in love! and for that, I am in love with you!

and a music, the rhythm of which is hihihihi hihihihi hihihihi, is playing inside me.

[Larsus]

Sufferings, sufferings from the sweet little word that I whisper until the next moment of your touch…

Don’t know what to expect next time when I am again with you.. Is this where we belong..in each others arms? Ironic enough, two rational human beings refuse to use logic, once that is out of the way , things are magnificent, faboulous, shiny, it's magic in the air...until the next breach of that protection of love where lovers are not lovers but thoughts, deductions, calculations, results of what me and you have preserved throughout life.. not too much to worry though,confusion is left somewhere in the peripheries of my brain that quits his job, brain thinking is dismissed, fired, does not exist any more.

Ceased brain, not allowed to function somehow manages to order the body ..as under a very strong, uncontrollable spell I come to you..still confused in the peripheries, still asking for what I don’t know and maybe never going to know, no answers to the questions unasked

Slowly, I peace myself in your arms and magically witness the soul talk ..something I can’t even grasp or define, simply feel it, strongly, uncontrollably, beautifully, a foggy feeling of soul meetings ….and you wonder what is happening to us while I smile to this, the undefined, timeless uncontrollable feeling that I leave it every time I depart from you only to refind it, rediscover it next time ..I used to make fun of a german expression "every time I depart from you is death and everytime I see you again it is resurrection" not anymore..my soul would leave me forever if I did....and I would be this name, with a SSN, address, cell phone and a perfectly normal breath-taking being that limits itself to the existence of organs....guess what my love? I'd rather be in your arms, happily forgetting about the rest of the world, the date, or the name of the place ..why would I need to know such enourmous useless information, when all I ever want is you, your breath...your smell..

[ChuChu]

with a SSN...

e more më ne fund? :@pp

:@rr

[Larsus]

e more më ne fund?
:@rr

it was there all the time....how one uses it, it is a different matter :rolleyes: