Bezpłatny fragment - Foretides

„The Vortex Of Hereafter (Prelude)”

’we all proceed into the future fast,

faster, the fastest just to become the past’

Wszyscy idziemy w przyszłość

po to, by przeszłością się stać.

„Whyte Elephant”

they told me that they wouldn’t comment on it,

and I repliéd to them with a truth of the age so old;

forbye I must confess that styll up-to-date it is

— sometimes silences appear

to be twice as much of gold

„Lest We Remember, Lest We Forget”

statute barred for a year now

or for twenty one?

there are wounds

that ne’er obsolete become

„Ribcages (A Shieldwise Inquiry)”

I am the second strongest woman in the world;

the first one is my mother;

ask thyself — canst thou handle it?

wilt thou e’en bother?

I am the second strongest woman in the world;

the first one is my mother;

’twas e’er thus, and am asking thee myself

— canst thou handle it?

wilt thou bother? e’erlove?

keep us safe? devote to?

to the hilt, wilt thou do, as my father doth?

as it hath e’er been nought less of the truth

— reciprocate to the core we, women, certainly do,

and dare I say — forbye yearn to

haply the ribcages will give in and crumble agen,

wyth the stronghold gates into our hearts crescively ajar

— the modicum of fortresslike protection refrain’d fro’,

yet to allow the malice in — hold thine own breath not,

because I am the second strongest woman in the world;

the first one is my mother;

ask thyself — canst thou handle it? wilt thou e’en bother?

all the more so that

innermostly we would love to

all the more so that

innermostly we would love thee to

all the more so that

innermostly we would love thee, too

„Down This River (I Have Been Sold)”

traumatize me more and more,

then praise me for being strong, strong

’tis so common, albeit

allowing somebody to fall and fail

should not be done by pushing them off the edge

and staring and gambling whether

or not one fro’ the chasm doth return

yet whose hands are soothfastly tiéd — I ken;

dwelt ostensibly ’tween a rock and a hard place;

internalized incapableness commenceth to disseminate

— fro’ bringing it into the open, wherefore ye refrain?

hitting rock bottom or not —

your bottom line I stain anyway…

„Ribcages (A Shieldwise Inquiry) — II”

the silhouettes

combin’d

— press’d to each other

as tho’ meant to blend

despight the crumbling process

that is commenc'd

perhaps ’tis by dint of

the gargoyle scowl’s will to descend;

the heart long since disguis’d in a shroud

smoldering to no avail nou unveil’d

is but the hearth fierce and intense

being given life

by being held short of breath

and I hold the remnants of it tight,

albeit

is it me or is it thee

— and will I rue irregardless?

oh, will I regret myself agen?

„Welkins (Not) To Ring”

as stalwart as an oak be that alliance, my darlin’,

tho’ at times we blend into its masterpiece

— ours is the triumph;

wyth our hearts as oaken as those trees, for the dyad

that we are is familiar wyth the sharpest o’ splints

— silver of wood to once hurt

nou embellisheth the shields we bear,

all the more so that when to wear

the armors we iwis have learn’d

vulnerable and brave

who we are, semblance-bereft;

aware when to fight and when to unhand,

maugre dilemmas occur e’ery nou and then

whether to rip off the band-aid

or to heal post we refrain

— oh, (vam/em)bracéd, (vam/em)brac’d!

the useless welkin ring we do not make, yet

each other ’n’ ourselves iwis shall celebrate!

„Like A House Afire”

despight the variety of eras hath

pass’d us by in unison hitherto, my dear

— like a house, a house afire

we styll sense the flutter and thrill

let’s make like a tree and leave,

so to take care of our home, our neck

of the woods we myght proceed

next be the embosom so oft, yet styll so rare —

the foreplay words so soft, caring, ’n’ profound, albeit

among the others do they lead

to the e’erso commencement

in the guise of the rise of the given wood

and the wildfire subsequently do initiate

tho’ not the one to make us fret

— yet to pour, spread, and share out of thee

and thy deep within, my dreamiest,

thine enchanted e’en to the point of being

as e’erlasting as legacy pearl of a gleam

to anon in the form of a cascade brim

sating my spring that

of bestowing both life

and rapture in plethora

of meanings capable be

„Legendą Być”

dawno i nieprawda

(?)

„Adam’s Ale”

— A disorder ‘twas?!;

or her being the dearest woman’s façade!;

for his favorite record

at the highest of volumes to resound,

’n’ the murkiest of abuse preyéd on his mind circumjacent,

and the frequent bygone silence’s shredding ambience,

for the saying had gone that way less or more;

‘a man ne’er to wail, but to survive predestinéd was‘;

— his quietus given by the hand of hers,

yet not by his own in a literal way

he attemptéd to smother her; cease out of his head;

suffocate!; yet the ache, the ache, the ache twin’d echo’d,

for the lost cause itself the vengeance happ’d,

and so did the oblivion for which he merely ask’d;

she still doth loiter; she still doth prowl,

in three years the time was clad withal;

‘lovelorn or forlorn?‘, the Stockholm Syndrome durst ask

ready to befoul and make the leaden tears a blight,

and to ne’erendingly dry in vain, for every mirror’s

image so wanton and malignant claimeth,

shattering with a further dagger made of glass,

as well as pointing the whiskey’s one being nigh:

‘how could a man spill Adam’s ale

out of his eyes in the first place, carcass to slight?‘