{"id":638,"date":"2016-12-19T08:00:35","date_gmt":"2016-12-19T07:00:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=638"},"modified":"2018-10-11T19:50:33","modified_gmt":"2018-10-11T17:50:33","slug":"spontaneous-prose-free-verse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2016\/12\/spontaneous-prose-free-verse\/","title":{"rendered":"Spontaneous Prose & Free Verse"},"content":{"rendered":"

Image<\/strong>:\u00a0\u00a9 R.B.H.<\/span><\/p>\n

Author: <\/strong>R.B.H.<\/p>\n

April 6th<\/sup> 2016: <\/em>\u201cAnd so they danced under the dying light\u201d<\/p>\n

And so they danced under the dying light. They knew they did not and would not possess time. With the wind their love flew up high, blowing in the great white snows, melting away as the sun rose and set. Everything was going to disappear as the red lights were slowly fading to warm the hearts of others. They wanted to hold on. Hold on to time, hold on to love and these cherished moments… but they were condemned. Condemned to walk alone, banned from this place some like to call forever. And they knew it, they felt it. It was all already slipping through their fingers and they could see themselves a couple of years from now looking back at these two lovers that used to be, that used to shine and that used to dance under the dying light of a purple sky.<\/p>\n

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April 18th<\/sup> 2016: <\/em>\u201cWhat would come my way?\u201d<\/p>\n

So I stared into the distance. The horizon was dark with sparks of lightning here and there. The sky was calm, yet exploding stairways to heaven. What would come my way? I thought while gazing in awe at the infinite horizon. I was not afraid, I felt safe and calm within. The electric sky was just a reflection of this energy I had been feeling within me all my life. As the sky tore itself to pieces, I thought of life. So many things had happened to me in the past years, but now, at this very moment, what was coming my way? I tasted the present moment to remember it better a few years from now when I would have an answer to my question. I observed the magnolia tree in front of me. \u201cYou are beautiful\u201d, I thought, \u201cjust like the life that grows within you, within me and everybody else that is sitting around this table talking their hearts out while nature is giving them a show\u201d. I had stopped talking and was now just smoking my cigars watching darkness wrap her arms around this land I called home. What would come my way? I wanted to go for a walk, run, dance with the wind under the trees \u2013 it was all I could think about. I turned to my friends who had now also stopped talking and just like me, were wondering as the sky was being lit up by the fire of life, what would come their way?<\/p>\n

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June 19th<\/sup> 2016: <\/em>\u201cPerhaps my gypsy soul was to blame\u201d<\/p>\n

I guess I needed some time off and away.
\nPerhaps my gypsy soul was to blame,
\nPerhaps I had to escape a world that seemed to have gone insane,
\nPerhaps I just needed to be myself once again.<\/p>\n

So I listened to the beat and let my feet lead the way,
\nTo this unknown place that has become my harbour.
\nSo many horizons, so many joyful faces, that my eyes have seen and have yet to see
\nThis world is a beauty, a pearl of life, a spark of freedom.
\nMy fiery eyes are hungry for this Earth that has become my fascination.<\/p>\n

Sitting here watching this bright ball of fire set west,
\nI realize that there is no place I would rather be,
\nBecause with every sunset comes a sunrise
\nAnd I will be here to gaze at this brand new day.<\/p>\n

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September 17th<\/sup> 2016: <\/em>Drunk<\/p>\n

Have you heard of the lonesome soul,
\nThat calls the great unknown his home,
\nThat walks through fire and battles scars
\nTo know who and what for sure he shall be.
\nAs the flame reaches higher to his soul,
\nHe dances on burning stones,
\nAshes from a forever past
\nThat will beat his time as it will come,
\nUntil he learns to break free from its unwanted sorrows
\nAnd reach out to the dying lights
\nOf eternity.<\/p>\n

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September 27th<\/sup> 2016: <\/em>They said she was a \u201clong time gone\u201d<\/p>\n

They said she was a “long time gone”
\nIt was late when they last saw her dancing in her lover’s arms
\nBoth nowhere to be found by the break of dawn.
\nMust’ve got lost while following a back road into the unknown
\nRun away together perhaps, they thought but did not know.
\nWhere she has been and what she has seen can only be answered by suspicion
\nSome say they still hear the sound of her footsteps when Night approaches,
\nWhile some swear her silhouette still dances like a joyful ghost in the dusky horizon
\nEnveloped in her lover’s arms, the Darkness.<\/p>\n

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September 2016: <\/em>The Quest<\/p>\n

We are all looking for something
\nSomething so strong, so rare
\nA pearl in an infinite ocean
\nAnd so sometimes we forget
\nThat what we are actually seeking,
\nWe already have it within.
\nAnd so we keep on searching,
\nLooking for the colours of our soul,
\nIn somebody else’s eyes
\nOnly to drown in them
\nAnd forget
\nWho and what we really are
\nTo become
\nSomebody else’s soul
\nSomebody else’s freedom
\nSomebody else’s dream.<\/p>\n

Occasionally we gather
\nAnd fly together
\nSide by side
\nNever knowing
\nWhether we are actually flying or falling.<\/p>\n

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November 14th<\/sup> 2016: <\/em>You surround yourself with darkness<\/p>\n

You shined dark in my heart like a moonless mid July evening sky. What was it about your obscurity that made me see the light that shone and burned within you like a fire of passion?<\/p>\n

You surround yourself with darkness; such a friend you think can hide your sorrows away. But they say some eyes are of a different kind and can see right through the shadows of a stranger’s soul. Tell me, my dear unknown fellow, what is that burning light I seem to feel raging within your heart? Why silence your cries for life, for love, when they are the reason why you are the unique person that you are? Hush, my friend. Take my hand, for you can now trust, and let us give in together to the fire of passion.<\/p>\n

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December 5th<\/sup> 2016: <\/em>Before I die longing for you<\/p>\n

Just like the morning sunbeams embrace and golden the snowy mountaintops, spread your warmth on my cold cold skin and let me feel the love again. Let me taste your crimson lips and savour this flavour long forgotten while feeling love under your fingertips. Dance with me, even though they stare. Hold me tight, even tighter if you dare, so that they know we don\u2019t belong to them any more. Kiss me now and send me high.<\/p>\n

As your eyes glow staring into mine, fire rages in our untamed hearts \u2013 we\u2019re about to break the walls \u2013 break them all. I guess the forbidden fruit must have been tasty and left our sister wanting more, \u2018cause it\u2019s now in our blood \u2013 we were meant to be naughty.
\nSo come on now, come away with me and become my journey. For a night, let me travel within your infinity. Darkness wrapped her arms around my conscience but I now see stars, so many stars in those burning eyes that stare right into mine \u2013 do you see them too? I feel like the universe is listening \u2013 how can it not be? Yes, the universe is here with us tonight as we stand under the firmament of eternity \u2013 this was meant to be \u2013 can you feel it too?<\/p>\n

Hush. Shut up. Kiss me. Kiss me again and again \u2018till the world that lies at our feet crumbles to dust and disappears, \u2018til there\u2019s nothing left but you and me.<\/p>\n

I want to make love to you, so kiss me now before I die longing for you.<\/p>\n

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June 22nd<\/sup> 2013:<\/em> A Midnight Call from Madness<\/p>\n

How long will this last? How long will this big blue ball keep on turning and spinning?<\/p>\n

Until the light at the end of the tunnel bursts into flames and a magnificent purple dragon comes rushing by with a song in his head and the people finally stop, and stare, and listen.<\/p>\n

They listen to the beat, the heart and the soul within the beast. They see themselves standing in the lines and waiting while life just passes them by. They recognize the tears on the child\u2019s red and blue cheeks and they wonder\u2026 what if?<\/p>\n

The cars that surround them suddenly take on frightening appearances and they wonder\u2026 what if?<\/p>\n

They smell the smoke ghosting out of the chimney tops and they look up to the sky where a plane passes by and they wonder\u2026 what if?<\/p>\n

They feel the ground trembling, suffering, begging for this machinery to end and they wonder\u2026 what if?<\/p>\n

They retire back to their childhood where life seemed green, blue and yellow like a Crayola drawing and they wonder\u2026 what if?<\/p>\n

Where has the sun\u2019s smile fled to? Why does this earth feel flat and square? Why has the sky turned grey and where is the snow disappearing to? Why are the poles cracking into deep blue and dark grey oceans and why are we letting Noah\u2019s boat sink? How come we\u2019re the only ones with life jackets on while our brothers and sisters swim to a shore where we wait for them with silver guns and red, white and blue petals?<\/p>\n

Please, please, please. Somebody, anybody \u2013 you, me, them, us \u2013 together! What if we all gave a hand? What if we thought twice before buying what we eat and drink and think we need? What if we started walking and talking and dancing like crazy people who have nowhere to go? What if we started being true to ourselves and the people who surround us? What if we woke up from this insanity \u2013 this dreadful illusion that we are too blinded to see?<\/p>\n

What if\u2026<\/p>\n

Silently, the piano shuts and the people of the world, in the tick of a clock, rush through the streets, back to their offices \u2013 mountains of unnecessary piles \u2013 back to their business and to forgetfulness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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