A dark night weeps
upon a city
and each stone sweats
dripping stories
from cloud covered mountaintops.
Organic monsters
photo-synthesizing the future
or synthesizing photos of the past -
obscure interpretations
of eternal moments spent
dancing in mazes through the night
and held aloft
by a stream of conscious
rooted in Gibraltar’s rock.
Serene static mesmerizing an entire culture
as each member stares out
trapped by transparent
programmed idiosyncrasies
and echoing the cities tranquilized discontent.
Discontent
that resonates from platitudes of
infinite regressions
and diamond-sistered
memories of the future.
Cold and remnant.
Deceased of action.
I can no longer see or believe
actions no longer visible to the naked eye
or at the very least
decrypted by the five senses.
But these resonances are
now remained crypted:
simply no longer taken from their homes
and now each a resident –
each window into the past
each promise for a future
now aflame
as the dark night weeps
and the memories melt away.
If only my memories
lingered as buildings
and my prayers
answered as people…
Author notes
written for photograph 2.
http://myjavamania.deviantart.com/art/Buildings-14908247
each memory of what was or could have been is a family, stored in crying, burning buildings of our mind...
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you have taken the prompt to a level that is beyond any ounce of talent i may possess. what an incredible write for this photo. the towering building form the view it was taken is a bit intimidating, making me feel small. you take this to the next floor by making it almost haunting in my mind. the aspects of who we are and how we think as a whole many times will reflect how it affects only ourself. your ending was amazing as well. you know what i look for, and you delivered more than i would have expected... ok, maybe not more than i would expect from you.
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B. E. A. Utiful
Other then that, words escape me. ^_^ Bravo.
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Aww, shucks
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I can only admire you in silence my friend. I fear my words inadequate in the face of perfection.
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You are much too kind my friend... much too kind indeed
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Well.. as you know, I think this is amazing... it's like peeking inside the buildings and seeing all the stories of the people living there... a great metaphor for the burning buildings of our mind!
You really have painted a mood here, captured a dank atmosphere... that works so well for that picture. It's like the modern polish of the buildings are just a facade for the horrors that can sometimes be inside...
The ending of this really gets me... I've been praying and I'm waiting for the answers.. I'm not sure they will come!
The mind is a minefield isn't it?
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Let me know when this is done
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