The Van Gogh Complex - bipolar artist's colony
Rebecca H
Open up my soul with fingers sure and warm
and words of future memories binding my lips, my soul saying yes-
Pilgrim soul
Empty dawns have set horizons upon you and mercury-shot eyes have left me to wander through these sands that have no time. I’ve dropped tears upon you; I’ve shed skins and smiles. I have withered in the darkness, your hands upon me all the while.
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Memories spent so much like the ocean. Tumble hindsight and so much living, memories - a mortal bruise. And mortal tears to take the sting from being, a flood of ocean-desert-dreams. Wishful is the anchor of sun burnt hearts and minds; to dock the clock at sunset and never swim again.
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Bid goodnight to this weary skin. There’s rain outside to lull the sleep, there’s cushion in the fabric for my weary eyes to weep. My eyes cast the shadows to the places I will hide, closed-eyed, pit-pat falling and the rain in my head. Comfort surrounding all this time alone I dwell, create nuance with a color – blue. And I swell and I swell.
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I literally collide with earth and sky.
Reflections purest agony and streaming morning light.
Will I ever linger as long as I do here?
Carved of light this moment bright, knowing your eyes stare and try to break mine.
Times endless energy blends greens in trees until all earth of life is black.
The universe allows my fingers touch yet breaks my heart with each winking eye.
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Homesick
 
I pulled back from the heavens
I choose my soul to go
Now I ache with sky-blue-confusion
A homesickness
And not finding home
Here I am painted with skin and feelings
Here I am
An Embryo being
The sun puts light into my lungs
And I tremble at how
Close I come to you
 
 
 
Birth
 
Downwards we tumble
Fragile and Free
Alone in the spotlight
An image of me
Into the staring of human insane
Wracking my body
Continuous pain
Slanderous humor
Blasphemous toy
Dwelling in nuance
Hungry for joy
Glaring white spot light
Caged for the show
Wide-eyed and frenzied
What more can we know
 
I know all
I’ve been to the sun
I know what anger is
I’ve breathed fire
And sucked up flames
I’ve felt the sting of each
Charred wind
I taste all
I’ve been to the sun
Creation of melting bliss
Each burning word within my mouth
Each sweating and blistered kiss
 
Time flies
Dips and sails
Eddys of memory bid me hello
Truth to find shelter
Blessed earth and heaven
Crime to be so blind on such an
Open window day
 
 
 
Nine lives
 
I ache to close my eyes some days
To spiral up into the sky
To be the ether of the air
To enter light
Escape and fly
No mortal feet to hold me bound
To ground and such horizon
There’s energy to be let free
If only I would allow