I am bound to you

faux pas, originally uploaded by arialee miles.

I am bound to you, welcome it or not ,
with invisible ropes tightened along my brains,
with knots tied to my naked soul full of scars of you.
Make of it a message for the future inhabitants
of a shattered world, full of hopeless aimless robots.
I am bound to you, think carefully about it
in the depth of the nights when restless nightmares
will mercilessly haunt you till a sleepless dawn,
that surprises you helpless in the middle of its colorless twilight.
I am bound to you, and this simple undeniable truth
will not fade away, will not disappear, will not be deleted ignoring it
just pretending with a shrug I have never said it.
Just pretending I always keep intact my strength of mind,
my unquestionable logic and my impeccable self control,
pretending I am not the wild son of a warrior offspring.
I am bound to you, and whether you want listen to me or not,
those are the facts in their bare , simple and shameless essence.
Almost a luminescence, my womb iridescence, an opalescence
Clairvoyance and vengeance … that’s my life and it is your prudence.

sometimes

I am not in war, originally uploaded by arialee miles.

Sometimes the things
which hurt our feelings
are the ones that should help us
to find out our limits.
So trailed by our emotions
we dejected admire the collapse
of our illusions.
We hurry up to archive
sensations that could disturb
our attitude to cover the remote meaning
of too literal words and discourses.

OUTSIDERS

Peace on Earth 5 # 3, originally uploaded by arialee miles.

Outsiders who aren’t strangers
More familiar than far friends,
More presents even if absents,
Alive in thoughts,
They act and interact,
On parallel axis,
They meet and they graze,
And they depart,
Persuaded that
The nothing
Will last forever.

Wildly infatuated with ideas,
Drunk with words
They continue to interweave
Transient relations,
Illusions which cannot be disregarded,
Manipulations,
Mind subjections,
Self deceptions.

They embellish the life
Like a saint patron,
With pinchbecks and jewels,
They disguise the days,
They shuffle cards,
So well acquainted
With their own fictions,
With the compulsion to repeat
That the parallel is real,
And the false becomes true,
In the reality of their self knowledge.

They are in pain,
Vulnerable tools
Of others’ strength,
Unwitting victims
Of haughty bondages,
Sudden refusals,
Unjustified desertions,
Unforeseen disappearances,
Wilful deceptions.

They love,
Hanging themselves
By a thread
Of abandoned trust ,
Of aware blindness,
Of instinctive relief
To a concealed wretchedness.


And they love,
It seems paradoxical,
But they love
With deep love
And unreserved devotion,
Cause not mediate
By physical attraction ,
Not upset by competition.


They look for each other,
With trust they rely
On the unknown
Of a sign,
In the insecurity
Of the next day
In the hazard ,
In the uneasiness.

Benefited from the remoteness,
Held by the nocturnal intimacy
Or by the secrecy
Of a stolen morning,
They tell each other the soul,
They narrate each others’ dreams,
Soothe each others’ pains
Of stinging disappointments,
And plunged in
Overpowering passions
They exchange promises
They know they won’t keep.

Then they run away,
Suddenly they disappear
Shades in the shadow
They go back in the limbo,
In the blurred background ,
Souls to rebuild,
In a snare,
Identity to fill up
With other others’ lived
Hunting again
And again,
To outline a past
A simulacrum of credibility,
To try another game
Pretend another love,
And feel
A shiver
Again.

Tell me another story ....

don't wake me up, originally uploaded by arialee miles.

Tell me another story while the burglar night
surprises our rituals, and the words and the voids.
Tell me just a story, only another and I’ll go.
I will leave this land of elves, fairies and giants
to withdraw into the warmth of dazzling falling stars
which live into our dreams when we can’t fall asleep.
Tell me another story, one with an happy end,
so that I can look at myself while smiling in the darkness,
when a kiss of yours, a whiff, a candle, a breath
stop to gather my gestures to put them into yours.

The nature of things

simply aria, originally uploaded by arialee miles.

It seems useless and meaningless,
surreal and unbalanced, reckless nonetheless .
It looks like a joke and you won’t believe me!
It seems strange but I swear it is true.
Like a slow dance following its own music,
It starts from my legs, crawls along my sides
passes by my tummy, tickles my navel
and goes to sit just behind my heart,
where is said stays the place of the soul.
It allows the body to shake and twist
and my heart to make somersaults,
then it reaches my mind in a nonsense symphony .
It might seems odd and not true,
adolescent exaggeration,
psychotic addition, maybe a compulsion !
But fact is that I can’t help it,
it takes over me and makes me
full of a meaning I had never had.
I am aware, I acknowledge, I know it
and yet I flow in this conscious trance
enjoying every minute of it,
knowing I have never been this way before.
I don’t wonder about the nature of things,
I am not the exact semantic police
nor the labeling feelings watchdog !
I don’t give definitions, calculations, previsions,
observations, information, assumptions !
I don’t blackmail any other persuasion
with the strength of my sure conviction!
I just know what I feel and I stay with my
determination, secure and sure.
Eyes well open and well steady heart.
I am where I am, where I have to stay
and where you will find me tomorrow.

no violence.

no violence., originally uploaded by arialee miles.

Too often they call love what is only craving of possession, they call affection what is only prevarication , too often they sell for fondness what is only desire of revenge .
Too many women are maltreated , abused ,threatened , wounded and murdered by whom should have care of them. Too many times women are silent for a misunderstood , twisted sense of loyalty , too many times they cover who should face the consequences of their actions .
Lets tell NO to the violence , a little voice that with other many little voices becomes a deafening rumble . Lets stand up and say NO to violence agaisnt women .

STOP VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN SPREAD AWARENESS !!!!

Troppo spesso chiamano amore quello che è solo possesso , affetto quello che è prevaricazione , troppo spesso vendono l'affezione per quello che è solo voglia di vendetta .
Troppe donne sono maltrattate , perseguitate , ferite ed uccise da chi dovrebbe aver cura di loro . Troppe volte le donne tacciono per un senso distorto di lealtà , troppe volte coprono chi dovrebbe affrontare le conseguenze del loro agire .
Diciamo no alla violenza , una piccola voce si alza e con altre piccole voci diventa un boato . Diciamo no alla violenza sulle donne .

DI NO alla violenza sulle donne

Diffondi consapevolezza !

passionate in vain

into white, originally uploaded by arialee miles.

The sluggishness of a day, passionate in vain,
catches me unexpected, and the air of a new fall
surprises me again.

The sun in its envious turning flatters me with an embrace.
Late season, ultimate attempt
of languorous mildness.

I observe myself crying, and I don’t see my face.
How have I been able to not recognize myself
in my true nature ?

I can’t say I’ve gotten lost, because I don’t know
if through the flowing of time, I have ever been able
to find myself .

I live halfway, suspended in an undefined space,
in the acute percipience of my senses,
being on the alert.

I am going away, I leave myself.
My strength slowly extinguishes itself,
engulfed by still parasites.

Eyes more empty, a more tired heart,
my mind chases after my soul in its
failed outbursts.

That’s why I survive under this sick sun,
driving myself back, refusing myself
the colour of a thought.



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