Digital Rabbit Hole

I present to you my new poem, entitled “Water and Glass” I have wanted to write this poem for years, ever since I bought the sculpture,”Severed Connection” from Lash Xevious  who was the mercurially illusive, hard -to- catch, brilliant creator of the now gone sim “La Reve” All things in their time, and I guess a few things had to fall into place, before I finally tried to tell the story as I first felt it in this piece. I had to learn to make machinimas, and also find another virtual world to begin to create a world for this poem. I am thinking I might write a few poems in this theme, as it conjures up many ideas, some not as sad as the one I present here. My new world which is also entitled “Water and Glass” is just beginning to form, and who knows what I might find there that could translate into poetry..or more? I composed the music for this one too once again in Garage Band, and the images were shot both on my new world in Kitely – Virtual Worlds on Demand and on my own sim in Second Life, Linc Island. The true star is the Art Piece, that captures so much feeling in its posture, and I am sure there are many other interpretations held inside of it too. I saw one afterwards, of how humanity has cut itself off from Nature, and now pines for what it destroyed and lost… I include the poem below the YouTube
Enjoy!

Water and Glass
Another shattered window scene on this merry-go round of broken dreams,
I let the water and the glass now tell my story.
Strike up the lost-love symphony, and lean your last time into me,
for tides are shifting once again, the words fall unheard into sand
and both of us are sorry.

I see you there but can not touch you, we are so close and yet too far to hear.
I wait for you to break this deafening wall between the aches,
while ripples of sadness lap my pane, we tried and failed once again.
It’s lonelier when sunlight plays, upon the rolling pale blue waves
in dimming curtains of dying bright, your fading vision grows opaque.

Water’s wearing down the rocks, to sand, and glass is forming in our hands,
transparent walls spring up so clear and tall, now you no longer hear me.
Strike up a new lost symphony, here I am upon my knees I  can no longer hear you.
I only wait to maybe catch your footsteps at my gate, and we can try again
to crack this wall of twisted deafening destiny.

But every day seems longer and we never find the means, and I am growing tired.
It’s like being worn down by an ocean’s crashing surf that pounds, and pounds
and soon I will be a sunken vessel on the bottom of our love’s deepest floor.
May the creatures come to know and love me, better than you learned to love me,
may I turn to glass, and never hear another sound.

We go round ‘n round, both knowing there’s a giant wave that’s coming to our door
Hope is what is breaking on my chest, it’s not the wall that cracks, but me
And hope breaks on my jagged heart, in riptides of furious energy.
I should prepare myself to say goodbye but no matter how I strain my eyes
That reality is just too painfully hard to see.

Another shattered window scene..on this merry-go round of broken dreams
I let the water and the glass now tell my story.
Strike up the lost-love symphony, and lean your last time into me,
for tides are shifting once again, the words fall unheard into sand
and both of us are sorry.

Karima Hoisan
Oct. 12, 2011
LINC Island Second Life