Lights Out …
Big city lights were shining all across that friendly street, spotting the joy of children's play, the loud high five's of teenagers, the intimate cuddles of lovers, the gossip of old ladies, and the egoistic heart of mine roaming around under the rose blinded by this high-voltage illumination.
Out of nowhere, the lord of darkness blows a venomous kiss to that street, and lights are out, like silence was dark as the place was wrapped in a soundless shroud.
With the remaining blood in my caffeine system,
With the clouds crying streams of rain upon the forest of my brain,
With the smell of smoke and sweat emitted from within;
I became Hyper-Sensitive.
I became a formless ghost.
I became ablaze.
I felt like I was touched by thy one, thy ultimate, thy almighty, as I inhaled the black of the street, and exhaled the light of my soul.
I'm literally in the night side of Eden.
The glitter and gleam of street lights meant nothing anymore
The brightness of exploding bombs equals to nothing.
The dark of hell's fire made a nothingness sense.
The blackness of Château De Bathory is nothing to worry about.
Looking down at my body standing high, with glimmering eyes piercing people passing by, all terrified and seeking the light looking for an explanation
All those mortals seeking the light that makes us see things because that light reflects on everything, they seek the fake light that never warms, the light that is yellow, as yellow as they are.
But what about the truthful light !! …..
When shall we be able to see the light? And be touched by the light?
Is it too late for us to re-invent the light?
Are we ever going to stop being yellow and foolish and start being brave and defiant?
Who is more foolish, the child that fears the dark or the man that fears the light?
My light, I need you, take me in the warmth of your arms.
Out of nowhere, the lord of darkness blows a venomous kiss to that street, and lights are out, like silence was dark as the place was wrapped in a soundless shroud.
With the remaining blood in my caffeine system,
With the clouds crying streams of rain upon the forest of my brain,
With the smell of smoke and sweat emitted from within;
I became Hyper-Sensitive.
I became a formless ghost.
I became ablaze.
I felt like I was touched by thy one, thy ultimate, thy almighty, as I inhaled the black of the street, and exhaled the light of my soul.
I'm literally in the night side of Eden.
The glitter and gleam of street lights meant nothing anymore
The brightness of exploding bombs equals to nothing.
The dark of hell's fire made a nothingness sense.
The blackness of Château De Bathory is nothing to worry about.
Looking down at my body standing high, with glimmering eyes piercing people passing by, all terrified and seeking the light looking for an explanation
All those mortals seeking the light that makes us see things because that light reflects on everything, they seek the fake light that never warms, the light that is yellow, as yellow as they are.
But what about the truthful light !! …..
When shall we be able to see the light? And be touched by the light?
Is it too late for us to re-invent the light?
Are we ever going to stop being yellow and foolish and start being brave and defiant?
Who is more foolish, the child that fears the dark or the man that fears the light?
My light, I need you, take me in the warmth of your arms.
"When the souls rise in the light of their joy, Gibran |  |
Posted by GraY FoX at 2:51 PM
12 Comments
Wow wow Iyado....
Wish I was there with you to savour that marvelous rare moment..
Our brains have gone all dizzy lately that they crave such moments whenever they pass us and our hearts have grown tired they wish for our light to come and wrap us to tight...
My Light... you know I need you ..
I WANTED TO LEAV A COMMENT SAYING
NO COMMENT
U MAKE ME SPEECHLESS
how rare n' precious those moments r...i just love the way u use words iyado…u r the best as always…ya3ni remaining blood in the caffeine system…nice creepy thought…
hello everyone
thanks for passing by sincerely
may light wrap you all over and fix ur leg :P , hopefully the light of god that i was craving will come to you too
anonymous , thanks for the nice comments you are leaving all the time :|
sharks dear , i love the way you hear my words too :D , thanks for keeping the track of my posts , you are such a precious moment :D
i like dthis part:
"as I inhaled the black of the street, and exhaled the light of my soul"
wow
walla I m touched by the light of ur soul and Gibran words as well
من لا يشعل سراجه لا يرى في الظلام سوى الظلام....................جبران
إن الله وضع في كل نفس رسولاً ليسير بنا إلى النور , و لكن في الناس من يبحث عن الحياة في خارجه و الحياة في داخله و لكنه لا يعلم........................جبران
"أنا ليل مسترسل منبسط هادىْ مضطرب و ليس لظلمتي بدء و ليس لأعماقي نهاية
أنا مثلك يا ليل و لن يأتي صباحي حتى ينتهي أجلي"..............جبران
My stray soul is tired of floating aimless..waiting the death darkness to guide her to the ultimate light
I m like u night…walking eagerly to my morning
hey ghalooosh
thanks for passing by , and so glad that you liked my post :D . that's a cute honor ;)
Have to live dear , thank you so much for coming over
Gibran rocks eh ?? , hope you will find the light you are looking for , a light to wrap your stray soul to a better morning
But what about the truthful light !! …..
When shall we be able to see the light? And be touched by the light?
they say...there is always light at the end of the tunnel...
( by the way...it could be the sun...or an on coming train...)
but..have faith...and all will go well...!
loool amoontie , i'm not looking for that kind of light , i've had loads of it in my life
the light that i'm looking for is not at the end of the tunnel , it's right here in the palms on my hands
and i have faith that i will feel its warmth one day or another :D
thank youuuuuuu for the crediting anyways
relight the fire inside ...
it's when we lose our purity and see the dark side of the world ..we fear the light . For it shows us what we want to neglect .
But on the other hand we are still beautiful creatures in a beuatiful universe created by a merciful God .
There is no dark side of the moon . It's all dark . Accept the darkness and it will light up your life .
hey destiny , miss ya girlie :P
well what's really inside is not a fire , it's a flame that i'm trying hard to relight
dakness is a part of me
wihtout darkness i would have never discovered light ;)
dark and light are my ying yang
Hi gray fox. Thanks for the tips on posting comment. I am following your posts, although I don't comment. Keep it up
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