Ribbon Ribbon Number Nine

Flashes of reality
Like broken dreams
Invading my mind
Like oft remembered memories.
If reality is a memory
Where am I now?
How sweet
Each passing second
Each fractured picture
Each misguided moment
Of assumed happiness.
But they fade quickly
In the knowledge
They are shallow.
I see
A nothing behind
The false veneer of sincerity.
Words of love
Leave a hollow ring
In the ear of one such as I
What horror is this?
To know love
By heart
And yet never to love
Or be loved.
Must I exist only
In these brief
Mirror images.
I would give
Anything
To live beyond
The shadow.


I am not sure why I stopped to retrieve the next little note tied to a bush. Perhaps it was to save it from the oncoming herd which was about to cross it's trajectory with an unpleasant result. How easily it would have been to have missed it .. and it would have been forever trampled into the soil of the plains. How many had been lost to weather .. circumstance ... did they travel on to the edge of the world and fall off? Tumbling through the stars forever?

This one was a little more raw .. a little darker ... a little more revealing than the others. I was left with a desire to see the insides of this woman and to know how she worked. How she breathed .. the spark of life that caused all the separate pieces to coexist together to form thoughts like this. To strip away layer after layer in thin sheets of knowledge .. until I knew her as I wished.

Very few people realize how heavy the human skin really is. In it's entirety it weighs more than any other collective including the skeletal structure itself. I like things that by their sheer weight can express their importance.

But it was not just her skin I wished to strip away so I could paint with all the colors of her being ... it was her. Her heart and soul that I wanted to dissect and study. Could I snuff out her spirit like a tiny flame between thumb and forefinger? Could I then light it again as easily as it was extinguished? Would I be disappointed by the artwork that resulted from her? Or would she instead give me all I had ever wanted and desired .. would she feed my creativity ... my inspiration for years to come quenching my thirst ... soothing my parched flesh and dry joints? Could she assuage this loneliness for a few brief moments of precious invaluable time? Or would she fade as the others into dust and a disappointment unforgiven.