tuiteamach / falling

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when you speak to me of love

your voice is all constricted,

your gaze is down,

watching restless movements,

birds circling your feet — today’s incompletes

drowning in substantive

thought — i can feel it — the reverberated

shuffling, night’s ripple of uncomfortable,

mistimed tuneless

unorchestrated movements,

the awkward in-betweens of our life.

and yet.

full of care,

care sits right over there,

with you. sits where you sit, somehow

it fits, & i am — comfortable

for the first time — in a long time. yet

my heart is pounding, rushing, flowing,

pulsing, growing into you, pulling away.

blooming — booming — my voice

is all avoidance, avoiding me, the day,

my feelings as all the words flow on repeat

and rush away — flowing forwards,

rushing, running,

leaving me.

standing -— still.

my mind

and all contained — will never find the still,

the air around, the room in which we sit

or stand, to fall.

i fall, i fail.

the continual fall to fail,

below your feet.

and who am i.

a passing torment.

a passing — wasted

moment,

inside the blink —

of your eye.

©kbain2018.

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Dùileach / Elemental

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Death lives encircling from womb
unto the tomb.
i can hear it in the call of the Raven,
in it’s uncomplicated instinct.
man hides within his degenerative fear,
amidst his pretence of Reality.
death is only nature Reborn
returning to the soil. nourishing all.
there is life after death.
our planet rejoices
accepting new life
in the coming dawn,
when we are gone.
footprints on the sand washing away.
unseen.
we are as if a Dream.
All things return in elemental
increments…

 

 

©Copyright Karen Bain 2016. All Rights Reserved.

 

Ath-òrdaich / Reorder

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Mixed

episodes

Disintegrate

mood

(re)order

Reality

in waves

of

Pain

filled

(hurt)

inside

Relative

order..

becoming

Disorder..

fragmenting

shapes

Echoing

(distorted)

thoughts

screaming

vocal

sounds..

Blasting

(hollow)

empty

(feelings)

through

our

Once

beautiful

Days..

 

©Karen Bain 2016.All Rights Reserved.

 

Fìorachd mheasgaichte / Mixed Reality

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Between darkness and light

what hides in the shadows of

Our imagination

the tear in the membrane

of our soul..

Does our consciousness

Create what hides within

the fear that erodes from

the in

the break in reality..

housing the voice only we can hear

pecking at our minds in hope

that we give in..

We all live between the darkness and the light

In the cold blue black of night..

Which thread of reality should we hold onto

as we slip inside the out

when demons surrounding are too loud..

Perhaps the hush is within

the tears that flow

the glass shards imploding around..

the blood that pumps underground..

inside the shadows of our portable shell

the form in which we hide

from the hands that grasp..

Inside the house behind the door

that we bolt Shut..

to keep the monsters out..

In the pitch black of night

I hold myself on the cold floorboards

and pray to the darkness

in my soul

he’s the only one who will ever know…

©Karen Bain 2016.All Rights Reserved.

Mì-dhealbhaich / Distorts

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In the dying embers of fading light

Fractal distortions echo and glare

distorted voices painfully overlap

haunted pain-wrenching imagery…

 

Visions of warped consciousness

fearfully scatter in the periphery

of my Ticking trickling time

that warps and bends

As it drips

gathers useless droplets

and falls in mindless

puddles of pooled lost connections…

 

Intricate dis-chords shattering the room

broken shards of thought

ungrasped scattering outwith…

Evaporating from touch

as grasping hands reach out

Lost inside the dimming light

of minds once razor sharp

expectant day…

 

Reductions of thought

lost in severing Pain

tuneless overlays…

Of days and moments fading memories

that once roared and blazed

so clearly

across the sun drenched paths…

 

Sure footing

Fallen

into Jarring

lessening

unknown

Voiceless twilight…

©Karen Bain 2016.All Rights Reserved.