~ The Man behind his Mask (Part 1.)

~ A story this night as an incognito devised to save man from the vexation of thinking...

~ The Man behind his Mask (Part 1.)

 

 

 

In the streets of Venice on carnivals night

He walked, compulsive, along the water

His heart was beating as the King of his blood pressure

Crowned with the sweat that poured from his pores

Dripping out of his face, under his mask

To find her was a lifetime task

 

Restless and eagerly of desire to catch her this time

Almost he sniffed her fragrance, truly obsessed.

Speaking aloud, but his words with discretion,

A lost Penetrating mind full of things to do,

What his voice told him to, but

He still had no clue...

 

Violin playing sounded out of the street corners

The acceleration of the song, while he shook his head

It made confuse his path, it distracted him

The voices in his head were talking about his failure

He felt lost, insecure, and confused

Why he had this haunting need, that she must be abused?

 

Closer with the illusion than his sick mind could change

Further away from its conclusion, wandering towards his needs

He runs on pure survival instinct, to catch her glimpse

Just a mystery she was, an elusive fact, hidden far away

Like she was one of a thousand, in the crowd for him a goal

But in his eyes a true special soul...

 

Various ways of suffering he had faced already

Glossed over by the splendor of the night

The little boys dream was thwarted, fallen into pieces...

In the great city of illusion, and all his mind confusion

He lost the key of his thoughts, the true transmitting fusion

He walked to an oasis of self disillusion.

 

He shall overcome the compulsions and head made illustrations

Like an rope around his neck and gives him a feeling he chokes

Tightened with every step he takes,

The way of self destruction he makes, and now much longer...

Does not awake him yet...

The perfection to catch her in his mind is stronger

 

The made pictures in his mind rushed him to feel hate and anger

A neurotic sea full of heavy thoughts stormed and came along

Where the waves splashed to the border of his brain cells

To drown his mind, to numb his thoughts, to kill his perfection

But he needed his gain...

To please her, he thought, he was totally insane

 

She was wearing a mask

Like a million women did this night...

If his neurotic mind was calm, he could just smell her

He was close to her, but preferred to chose

His own forced direction...

He was so overloaded with his own perfumed perfection

 

 
To be continued…

 

 

~ Elisa Laura

 

Author's Note

It's just a poetic story, no film script, nothing more than my own creativity, as I did lived in Italy, and walked across some streets in Venice. Sniffed the air, and felt its embrace...

Reviews

[bookworm]

Like a rope around his neck, gives him a feeling and chokes...perfection...looove that line...this is a bit different for you too, Elisa...telling an entire story like this...and I love that it was based on nothing more profound than walking on the streets of Venice, smelling the air, taking it in...it shows your ability to write from places other than our own ego, suffering, personal drama, etc...well done..xoxo

[Desert Dreamer]

I love the way you tell a story, so many details, the sense of smell is the best part. I found myself smelling my own surroundings.

[Little Birdie]

Very mystifying, I found it rather enchanting too. The scene you create with your words is so beautiful and detailed.

[LinBin]

Superb imagery, great story and very atmospheric, you write so well and your talent is evident to all who read your work. x

[Audrey Howitt]

This does feel Poe-like to me--and I like the story feel to it--so nicely done Elisa-

[Cassie Fraga]

very nice!!! poetic story indeed I LOVE THAT!!!! great word play!! I appreciate this!!

[Scandalous]

A clever cross between Shakesspear and Edgar Allan Poe, very enjoyable, yet keeps your focus, almost makes you hope and pray that he makes it to the lady, or the end of the street. It draws you in and then keeps you waiting with baited breath. Great read!!

~ Scandalous

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it is the most primal instinct to smell..something we have as humans lost the ability because of purfumes and soaps..this is magical as you build the tension within the poem..a gripping romantic if not intense read.

[Robin]

a story of a man and his blinding mask , the one he wears within his own mind ..

[JRB]

Interesting write nice cross between the poetic and story lines