The Sun's Message by Robert Garcia - HTML preview

Voices…. Noises…. A Flow

 

Some voices are created for the one they are directed at.

Some voices are lies for the one they are directed at.

Some voices are truths for the one they are directed at.

 

Some noises were never meant to be heard. Some noises never knew they could be heard.

 

Some noises travelled to us when we didn’t want them to.

 

Some voices travelled to us when we didn’t want them to.

 

Why did they travel anywhere?

 

We do not know.

 

What was created…. Was something we did or did not want….

 

In our minds.

 

 

And so, life continues to flow, around us….

 

 

 

 

Reality

 

 

Everything accomplished is grand.

 

A writing wishing for something else so, so bad.

 

But imagination falters when it doesn’t lead to anything.

 

A writing…. Is it a nothing, no matter how living a sense it had a wish to be born for?

 

Floating out of a mind…. It’s not reality.

 

 

Home

 

Seeing a figure on a hill….

 

It is a late summer day.

 

The sun is going down.

 

A sun set, so reminiscent of past days.

 

 

The figure on the hill, finally waiting.

 

 

Someone just always believed

 

They could go home….

 

 

 

A figure on the hill, wishing for a sunset….

 

 

Smiled at that hope

Someone was so far away….

 

Why wasn’t the hill reached?

 

 

Heartbeat of The Horizon

 

 

On the horizon…. All is still.

 

The birds chirp outside the open window

 

A clock ticks, in silence.

 

Someone lies inside the house…. Listening to the silence pulse its heartbeat around him/her.

 

A horizon that fades into night….

 

A heartbeat stops.

 

 

 

 

Hologram of Love (The Then… The Now….)

 

 

In the rising sun

 

The town of houses comes to life

 

In the rising sun

 

The valley of hills come to life

 

The distance is filled with a sunlight

 

A growing life

 

Growing inside each house

 

A growing girl

 

Growing inside her house

 

A vision

 

Someone far has of her

 

A vision someone sees of her grow

 

Wandering in her basement

 

Into the outside sun

 

Wandering in her basement

 

Into the outside world

 

She goes to school

 

She plays with her family

 

The sun sets over her life

 

A passing of time

 

She feels herself grow more

 

She feels herself grow into

 

Someone who sees a sun rise every day

 

She feels herself become

Someone

She can be so proud of

 

She feels herself morph

 

Into someone who seems unknown

 

To the years before her

 

A setting sun

 

As she plays with her friends

 

A rising sun

 

As the days begin

 

A setting sun

As the years pass

 

She is left with only herself

 

As she moves away from the basement

 

As she grows away form her town

 

She sees the sun rise over her new home

 

She sees the sun set

 

When she remembers herself

 

A fading her

 

A fading past

 

As years are spread out

 

On the balcony she stands

 

On remembering herself

 

The longing consumes her

 

She wants to go back to her young sun rise

 

 

Walking to the town she grew up in, she sees it once again.

 

It’s a sun rise day.

 

 

The young woman smiles to herself.

 

 

She was never lost….

 

Something was always there for the girl to visit.

 

For the young woman to come back to….

 

She wonders what she is seeing

 

Her far away past is so faded….

 

 

Autumn’s Shore…. A Season’s Passing

 

On the shore, I, as a figure, stood on sand looking out at the distance….

She…. I…. saw herself floating over the sea.

A faded sight, made real by the fall leaves falling around her.

A fall leaf in the ocean.

A fall leaf, where she can’t see.

A fall leaf, for her.

A fall leaf…. Somewhere off the shore.

She finds the fall leaf as it falls into her…. she glides it to the air away from her.

Standing by the shore, she moves back into a row of fall trees.

The park is lively, this time of year.

The park is a life, flowing with autumn leaves.

As the shore lies in front of her.

The sea at the end of the fall park.

She reaches the leaves….

Only to find them vanishing into the sky,

Flowing into the fall sea.

The trees in the park lose their autumn leaves,

As the season comes to an end.

And she goes….

To drown herself at sea.

Her body and face are covered with fall leaves from the autumn park.

A distant season past her.

 

A kiss for her…. from the lovely autumn season.

The autumn season, I lived in.

A home that left, when the seasons changed.

 

Having drowned herself at sea,

It was just a natural season’s passing.

 

She lost her home…. I lost my home.

 

To the end of autumn.

 

 

Acceptance (Loving Herself)

 

 

When she accepted she was useless,

 

She felt herself breath.

 

No more fighting to survive.

 

No more fighting to be alive.

 

When she understood she was worthless,

 

She could smile

 

She could breathe

 

Her lungs felt at peace in her living death.

 

But it was peace.

 

She was a girl, with nothing ever for her.

 

Such was the way of her life.

 

Such was the way she grew up to be.

 

 

But, she never stopped wishing to love herself.

 

 

A Leaf’s Axis

 

 

The sky turned to a black

 

The sea is formed into the clouds colour

 

The world is spun around the axis of a green leaf

 

The green leaf floats into the wind

 

Carrying a cloudy planet with it….

 

Where it lands

 

The water dances around it….

 

Splashing into the sky

 

The green leaf becomes an autumn yellow, orange, red

 

The water of the planet spins around its axis

 

The focal point of the earth as water floods into air….

The air crashes down into the land

 

Pieces of soil and dirt, forming with sand in the air

 

The green leaf is the axis where everything tilts and exists

 

Swirling into each other….

 

The strong wind swirling and flying over the sea air….

 

The sky having drowned itself in the seas….

 

The rock on the beach of one ocean of the world….

 

A figure stands on the Black rock, overlooking the world’s axis

 

The green leaf is blown to him…. her

 

And they are sucked into their past life

 

Memories float around the axis of earth

 

As the leaf changes green to autumn to summer to a fallen winter…. The leaf turning brown and crumpling….

 

It moves from bright green to bright yellow, orange, red

 

It flows into the air, and spins the visions…. a planet’s spiraling axis

Around it

 

The figure on the black rock is swept over with air and waves.

 

The green leaf stops in a summer,

 

Bright light shining on an axis that makes everything turn and move

 

Through life

 

The black rock is empty,

 

Soaked and swept out to an airy sea,

 

Where a bright sunset is rising over the shore of black rocks

 

And green summer leaves, fallen on black rock, reflecting a shine of amazing sunlight

 

 

A day in the future

 

All of this axis’s power is a long-gone vision….

 

But the black rock on the beach and the life

 

Of his/ her memories never stopped breathing

 

Breathing on the leaf’s axis

 

In the centre of this other planet.

 

 

Slow Day (A Lost Life)

 

 

Time goes so slow

 

The ticks never count fast enough

 

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

 

Tick tock tick tock

 

Nothing passes in an empty space.

 

Time drowns in a one doing nothing

 

Time drowns in a sorrow of helplessness

 

Time drowns in a sorrow of helpless confusion

 

And empty place

 

Where no one goes…. The valley of slow…. Lost time.

 

Where do I go from there?

 

There is no place to go

 

I’ll be stuck here with this ticking clock

 

Of a slow time….

 

Forever.

 

Lost in my own helplessly sorrowful

 

Time….

 

 

A lost life

 

 

Stopped Time (A Still Life)

 

When he sat in a room, still….

She walked into a room, moving.

 

Still as can be, he lay in his room, rotting like a corpse.

He had never wished to be a walking corpse.

 

Was this an end point?

 

She moved freely around her room, full of energetic life.

 

Time never stopped for her.

 

She was so alive.

 

She was so alive…. A long time ago.

 

He sat in his room, waiting to die.

 

 

She was a flow outside.

 

 

 

Gun

 

Holds a gun to her head….

Pulls trigger….

Air comes out…. when she breathes it in

A scent of lavender-rich air in her lungs.

A fresh bullet, giving her a rich colour.

 

A breath gift.

 

 

Ill Fate (Never)

 

 

An empty, hollow inside

 

Full of bewilderment and peace

 

An empty hollow space

 

Full of shock and awe

 

An empty, hollow inside

 

No one but her

 

Can see

 

A touch

 

That gives no life

 

But helps a gift of life

 

In the most strange way possible

 

 

The touch of an ill fate.

 

 

Seeking a truth,

 

 

The searcher finds a rainfall of empty drops.

 

 

A young woman is gone.

 

 

There’s nothing left to search for.

 

 

Her fate was never an ill life.

 

 

Kiss

 

A kiss.

 

A kiss so soft.

 

A kiss for you.

 

A kiss for her.

 

A kiss for him.

 

A kiss for life.

 

A kiss for death.

 

A kiss for a cheek.

 

 

A kiss for her cheek.

 

A kiss for all of you.

 

 

A kiss for pink lips.

 

 

The Rose

 

 

Blooming rose filled with pollen

 

Bee, filled with a desire for nectar

 

Life, filled with a desire for sugary honey

 

The rose has honey poured on the red

 

Honey remains for a bee to get stuck in

 

A Venus fly trap of sorts…. A spider’s web of sorts.

 

A human with a strange appetite for bees comes along

 

Sees what they have caught

 

Delighted they will have a multi-course dinner for tonight

 

The human with a strange appetite

 

Takes the dead bee

 

Long suffocated with honey

 

Sets it on their clear plate

 

Scoops the honey off the rose with a honey-coloured spoon

 

Sets the honey with the bee

 

Neatly separated onto the clear plate as different food groups

 

The human takes the red, lushly blossomed rose

 

They take it with the stem

 

And set it on their clear plate, separated in a corner from the honey and bee food groups

 

Resting on the left side of the plate, taking up all of that side: A rose with stem

 

The dead bee resting above the honey on the right side of the plate;

 

The honey globed onto the bottom of the plate, sloppily and messily.

 

Licking their lips at the strange dinner, the human takes the bee

 

And dips its corpse in honey

 

Licking her lips once again at the delight of how it will taste on her taste buds

 

She puts the honey-dipped bee in her mouth and chews.

 

Has she ever had a meal this special?

 

After she is filled with honey and the tasteful bee corpse

 

She takes the red rose by the stem

 

She eats it as a main course

 

She feels the pollen dirty her tongue; the rose is so tasty and delicious

 

Smiling to herself, chewing the soft pedals in delight.

 

Her huge and powerful eyes open

 

Her smile stays the same

 

 

The woman thanks nature for her special meal; this special day of her life.

 

 

The woman feels so uplifted by her natural meal.

 

 

 

 

 

A Spring and A Summer

 

 

Before the digital landscape took over the planet

 

The sun turned to a code of numbers

 

Being control by a hand

 

That pulled it to a melting earth

 

Filled with a digital landscape of a computer

 

Behind the computer screen

 

Someone watches the sun come undone

 

The sun -a digital realm that no longer surrounds earth

 

Is zapped by a lightning bolt that destroys the sky

 

Cracking digital numbers in half

 

A hand that hold the sun is electrocuted with a feeling of being fake

 

A digital way to see your life

 

The person behind the computer screen

 

Runs out the capture the sun before it is turned to nothing but a memory of this digital world

 

The technology that created the sky

 

The technology that gave birth to the lightning

 

The sun is a summer shining through a digital past

 

The modern age

 

The modern age is folded around the holding hand of the digital sun

 

As it shines a summer on a digital landscape of memories

 

And past visions

 

Of every different, forgotten life

 

 

From behind the computer screen, it is a summer and a spring again

 

 

 

The Sun (Her Message)

 

…. A message in the clouds

…. A stormy day in the sky

…. A final day she saw the sun

…. She fantasized about it being there forever

…. A fantasy to put her message in the clouds

…. A message she had always dreamed about since she was a child

…. She was going to put it up there for the sky to see

…. She wanted to persuade the sun down to her level

…. on the ground.

…. No way to send her message up

…. The girl told the sun to come down

…. Suspended beyond her reach

…. For some reason, she started crying

…. What’s what is said…. She was an emotional wreck?

…. The sunlight seemed to sympathize with her-somehow.

…. Somehow, her tears made the sun-her-realize the girl on the ground

…. Looked just like her

…. She saw herself in the girl who was crying

…. Floating its shining ball of light down to the crying her

…. She stopped to face the girl who reminded herself of the sun

…. The sun was bringing streams of river-like sunlight

…. Across the crying girl

…. letting her float on a riverbed that the sun had made for her

…. The sun told the girl she reminded herself of her

…. The feminine sun wished to preserve her message in water

…. The river is a place were her message would float

…. The river of sunlight, A water’s reflection of the river, like a crystal mirror

…. A heartbeat of her message, stored in the river of sunlight

…. Spread across where the sun shined herself

…. The crying girl let her sadness stop

…. as she stored her dear message in the sun’s river banks

…. She could see herself and a mountain forest reflecting in the river

…. The sun told her to do nothing but float now, so the girl did

…. The sun had promised to keep her message in its river

…. So…. the girl who had given the message to the sun goddess only had nothing

…. But to float on the river

 

…. Floated to an island…. The girl washed ashore.

…. She lay there, forever in her life

…. Sleeping…. Her face up to the sun

 

…. Mouth gently relaxed…. Eyelashes huge and black….

…. The sun goddess had truly seen herself in the island girl

…. It seems they had shared the same message

…. Feeling each other as one on this island, now

…. For a while….

 

One Chance….

 

One chance to have a life

One chance to make things right

One chance to not feel wrong

One chance to not feel dead

One chance to be a king

One chance to be a queen

 

One chance to rule a life

One chance to rule a special something

 

…. Failed….

The chance to have a life

Was gone in the winds of a past.

 

 

He/she…. never stopped wishing to get those days back.