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Slump'' Marasme ''
I always find my alter ego whenever i roam the rocky hills, or skip gaily rightout from home, into the pine forest on the village fringe, where the pure breeze inspires the pastoral themes..where life in its prime tells the truth, the wisdom and the true feeling.There ! is my Home !
i sat on the hilltop watching the tiny village below,"my bled" lost in a foggy silence and indolence, where carelessness and dark interests breed inside empty cafe shops, and shady nooks, and dark corners....
where kids in their blooming age, reap what the dead ones have sown and still sow in barren lands through a rotten offspring........
A spot in the crossroads of apathy and desolation, is prone to be overflown with flooding rains,if winter then is waist-deep in troubled dirt, and much more layers of past decombres...layered like a a colossal heap through the past years
Romance can take a very sad brush, tainted with grey and melancholia, when the countryside's canvas loses it charm to the ugliness of cement constructions, an obstruction in the face of beauty and oxygen.
Within a white noise, teeming with defeaning cacophony:costermongers, beggars,
ambulant vendors, wrecked vans of potatoes, and so many used gadgets, to be recycled, finally crowned awafully with the muezzin's heavenly call to prayer..from a sacred place, now an agora of so many dirt....
Such a contracdiction when God's word, when serenity and fear mingle with cries, blares and shouts, and even bestial roars; all come into a symphony of the life in my little town, a dissonance and assonance of vowels, and consonnants, deaf and mute one that speak volumes about a social disorder, A declining society that writes a very long tape of sound affects,recorded on a sound track that reflects, loss and oblivion.
What against all that upside down cataclysm could then soften or at least alleviate the painful reality?
Only my words, my balming inked bitter feelings, all my wolfs'banes squeezed into darkened chalice, sipped in small gulps, unti the world will looks fine and the words and the ugly beings and all the turmoils and drawbacks, and slump, and fiasco will look upside down, just like boon, like blessings, because simply, its what the word beautiful means somewhere in a lost Bled located in the middle of nowhere..................
plz, listen.
https://youtu.be/LPYitViOM6o
Bled: pejorative word for a lost town or village, or place? exp, in North Africa.
i sat on the hilltop watching the tiny village below,"my bled" lost in a foggy silence and indolence, where carelessness and dark interests breed inside empty cafe shops, and shady nooks, and dark corners....
where kids in their blooming age, reap what the dead ones have sown and still sow in barren lands through a rotten offspring........
A spot in the crossroads of apathy and desolation, is prone to be overflown with flooding rains,if winter then is waist-deep in troubled dirt, and much more layers of past decombres...layered like a a colossal heap through the past years
Romance can take a very sad brush, tainted with grey and melancholia, when the countryside's canvas loses it charm to the ugliness of cement constructions, an obstruction in the face of beauty and oxygen.
Within a white noise, teeming with defeaning cacophony:costermongers, beggars,
ambulant vendors, wrecked vans of potatoes, and so many used gadgets, to be recycled, finally crowned awafully with the muezzin's heavenly call to prayer..from a sacred place, now an agora of so many dirt....
Such a contracdiction when God's word, when serenity and fear mingle with cries, blares and shouts, and even bestial roars; all come into a symphony of the life in my little town, a dissonance and assonance of vowels, and consonnants, deaf and mute one that speak volumes about a social disorder, A declining society that writes a very long tape of sound affects,recorded on a sound track that reflects, loss and oblivion.
What against all that upside down cataclysm could then soften or at least alleviate the painful reality?
Only my words, my balming inked bitter feelings, all my wolfs'banes squeezed into darkened chalice, sipped in small gulps, unti the world will looks fine and the words and the ugly beings and all the turmoils and drawbacks, and slump, and fiasco will look upside down, just like boon, like blessings, because simply, its what the word beautiful means somewhere in a lost Bled located in the middle of nowhere..................
plz, listen.
https://youtu.be/LPYitViOM6o
Bled: pejorative word for a lost town or village, or place? exp, in North Africa.
Published 3rd Jan 2024
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