Omnimedial Images
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Memories are scars on the skin of Time.
 I know.
Around me hide countless veiled Images. I force myself, My eyes, I force, to shut down I beg their eyelids, their own� Sometimes- not often- they obey. That moment, in between its particles I witness the hidden images around me -one by one- Unveiled by my own lips.
I breathe into my ears contours . My skin begins to identify shades of colors. Unknown odors - unknown to this moment...never again - penetrate my face perforate my heart. My heart has been caressed by hidden images. Nameless odours which gaze at me -like the passing Time does- born from a womb of unsolicited memories, burned deep into my scarred flesh. Memories are the scars on the skin of Time, scheming a Future destined to die into a Past. Around me are many hidden hours . Floating. I command my scarred skin to be insensitive.
To ignore any deceiving touch, any misleading scent of sounds: Words that pretend to less my thirst �s irresistible name: Desire.
You must be very careful, not to offend the Gods. There are offerings you may never outbid. There are thoughts you may not exclaim. Be aware to What you were especially before you were born what you are what you will be after you die. There are certain hours when you may not sing There are sacred afternoons of Silence you may not disturb.
You must be very careful, not to offend the Gods.
You are trapped into a middle of a circle:
You may never pronounce its name. You may never trespass its circumferences.
These who dared and escaped became your nameless heroes.
They forgot who they where. What they dreamed to be. Where they came from.
They never died.
Simply, they disappeared into a glorious shapeless Future -that is their Destiny, premeditated by you- their images fade away into an emptiness in-between the statues of the Gods.
There are signals you may not respond. There are signs you may never decipher.
You must be very careful, not to offend the Gods.
This is your only chance to be a part of this universe.
Look at me. While your eyes examine my face memorize the form of my lips.
Once, during one Daylight one Twilight even a Nightlight, when, if, I will disappear
you can say that: a smile is lost.
Then smile yourself my smile.
Because same moment some where, some when a star will be born.
Comments (8)
Aeneas
Number11: Thou shalt not believe one single word of what religions tell, and look for love and light into thine own heart.
gallimel
great collage :)
borsy
Excellent image!!!!
Sunster
Wow...amazing composition!! Beautifully done! :)
KingPtolemy
Amazing composition again!!! We need more than 11 commandments in our modern society
Ofiouhos
Commandments Only a Jewish invented evil, wrathful, man heating God who favors only those who love to slay babies in Palestine and all over the rest of the World together with U.S. servant friends , would give commandments If God wanted Lambs in stead of man, he would created more Lambs Now, you a Hellen , should be more careful. bearing this heavy heritage.
xxancroft
A new commandment I give unto you, That you love one another as I have loved you. The Nazarene
unstrung65
...I can't understand for a second - why these incredible collages have so few comments -- is everyone at Renderosity blind????????????