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Sunlight and Rain: The Prism of an Anarchist

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Sunlight and Rain: The Prism of an Anarchist


These are the confessions of an Anarchist,

when I

stepped away from the light,
entered the shadows
of forbidden caverns,
the caves, tunnels 
and catacombs of Anarchy.

Here        a constant, cold caress
of moisture,
a persistent inner rain
trickling,
pooling alongside lonely thoughts.

Nothing grew that deep underground,
not even fungus, nor lichen.
I survived on sheer will and dampness,
lungs mutated into gills,
eyes became accustomed
to this ever-present night.

A Mission lost in translation and transmission,
a rogue satellite orbiting
through thin oxygen's mind-bending space,
cut-off from other agents of Anarchy.
I slithered along corridors of broken souls,
fed on regurgitated thoughts
and drowned dreams of cities burning down,
melting like hot candle wax.
How I wanted the cities above to burn!
To burn down into the ground
in waves of rolling thunder and lightning.

Not able to differentiate between night and day,
weeks gave birth to months
in a C-section of fleeting years.

Somehow        I stumbled upon a side entrance,
felt warmth pushing in,
pushing down,
and my will shattered apart,
fusing back together into Plan B.

Sunlight!

As I broke the surface,
light seared my tightly shut eyes,
breaching eyelids with ease.
The pain felt wonderful,
changing into a delirious exultation
and heated comfort,
thawing out frozen, stiff bones.

Rays of sunlight rippled across my skin,
evaporating the slimy, cavernous musk,
burning me on the outside,
cleansing me from the inside.
Eventually        I was able to keep my sore eyes open
while they felt ready to sizzle and explode from sensory overload,
globules floating through my vision.

The first thing I clearly saw  
was not close up        magnified,
but the distant horizon enveloped in a halo
of lemon haze, arching between two mountain peaks.
I wept,
skin buzzing from the sun's heat.

Yes, 
how sunlight changes the perspective of nightmares,
revealing reality's potential fibers,
balancing the darkness within,
bending the remaining droplets of lost hope
into a prismatic ribbon of brilliance and prayer,
always,

        always evading the deep-rooted catacombs below,
a place I will choose to forego,
only entering within memories,
until even these are burned away by sunlight,
until even these are cleansed by sunlight.




2013 Double-Rainbow Remix
December 19th, 2013





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  1. Date: 1/10/2014 12:35:00 PM

    Hi Chris, that was amazing! I am new to the soup but I heard about your situation and i am glad your back because you have a wonderfully classic way of righting. I will enjoy going back over your poetry and reading more! Oh and by the way I am Dawn.

  1. Date: 1/3/2014 2:17:00 PM

    Chris, you blow me away.....had to read it twice because there's so much there...darn! You the man!

  1. Date: 1/2/2014 8:53:00 PM

    You have taken me on an adventue in your write here from light to dark, in a realm of the unkinown. i love the part about the meltng of the lemon haze it is my favorite line in this write, and about the eyes also, this is deep and powerful write, i am very glad i read it tonight, i felt like it was something that poe would have written. cheri

  1. Date: 12/27/2013 2:45:00 PM

    the light always overcomes the anarchy of dark, chris.. glad to hear from you again; tremendous free verse; really deep!.. I wish you a new beginning this season and beyond new year.. how liberating this season was for you and us... hugggs

  1. Date: 12/24/2013 12:09:00 PM

    Dear Chris - A work of art my friend. I didn't expect the light and I could feel it warming me. Were I to pick my favorite of so many gems here, I think it would be "the distant horizon enveloped in a halo of lemon haze" Happy whatever . love Kathy

  1. Date: 12/23/2013 2:43:00 PM

    I could feel that sunlight in the dark catacombs of my soul whilst reading this powerful poem..I could feel fire cleansing my all.An excellent post.Chris..Have a peaceful Christmas and may the new year brings you all your heart desires.

  1. Date: 12/19/2013 10:33:00 PM

    That last part is brilliant, Chris, the cleansing by sunlight. I just love that. Just read Frank's remark on Obama commuting sentences. that was sure funny. This poem is very deep as only you can do them!! Luv, Andrea

  1. Date: 12/19/2013 6:32:00 PM

    ONLY YOU!!! ...Your Brilliance has not faded ...one iota...I see on the news..Obama is commuting Sentences...apparently ...he heard of your plight! ha ha. Welcome Back!

  1. Date: 12/19/2013 3:53:00 PM

    Chris only you could take us from the nadir to the zenith of words in a stroke of a pen, it sears off the page, very well done…David

  1. Date: 12/19/2013 3:43:00 PM

    The first part, and all through this poem , I guess, reminded me of the grave. and then....the light broke through....very awesome poem, Chris. love and hugs, Catie :)

  1. Date: 12/19/2013 3:38:00 PM

    Such a thought-provoking piece...:)

  1. Date: 12/19/2013 12:27:00 PM

    Chris-Wu, you've just maimed every poet posting today and tomorrow! Intricate detail stuffed with sustenance, damn!

    Thomas Avatar F. J. Thomas Date: 12/19/2013 1:56:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    hmmm.....I'll wait a few days before I post anything then LOL. Scribe is right Chris!
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  1. Date: 12/19/2013 11:40:00 AM

    Chris, even "WOW" is not adequate for this. I will not preach to you saying how 'wonderful the light is'...after all I was always told NOT to go towards the light ;) hehe... Chris I will only say that this is amazing; I had to read it three times only to make sure I didn't miss any of its beauty.