Artipod - a poem's journey
Welcome to Artipod, where the artistic side of words and memories meets the joy of self-expression. I'm Besart, your host, and on this podcast I share my love for writing by bringing my emotions in the form of poems a bit closer to your life. Join me on this expression through the verses. Each episode will be a heartfelt exploration of thoughts, memories and emotions. Artipod is a space where the simplicity of spoken words in combination with the depth that sounds bring forms a narrative that resonates with the seriousness of life.
Artipod - a poem's journey
The Song of Truth
I know where it lies,
I know what i have not said
I know what’s keeping me up at night
I know this feeling… of regret
Not towards you, neither the world
But toward me
It is me that i can not look into the mirror
And breathe easily
I need the truth to be in place
At work, in life, at my disgrace
The ghosts can’t live like this for long
They need the air in which you and me grow strong
They feed on life, they feed off my bones
So it is either them… or off into another distance I go.
They breathe my air, they speak my words
They… altogether want my thoughts
They rest no day, no night
No dusk, no dawn, no morning light
Until that truth will shine bright
I lose my day i lose my night
An alter ego of my own
that wants a new man out of this soul
Sometimes it lasts in love
This time it lasts in hate
A song of truth i need to sing
what this future will now bring
To reshape my world
To bring back my fate
A willing soul… a sweet escape
And after all is said and done
Through the years
Through the suns
This song of truth
Will bare the ghosts
Will bare your bones
Your name, you stories
Your family, him
Your cars, your lies
The small kids, the sister too
Everyone and everything in your life
That I shared a love of some kind
I know your grandpa wouldn’t mind…
And off into my distance i go…
Into another Love,
back into my expanded world
Not holding this couch alone
I see the ghosts in living frame
This song is now a living dream
I shake the hands that once I longed
I share some path but not for long
They get to meet me eye to eye
I share a joke, a bit too long
They share a prayer, I say goodbye
The universe plays in the sky
A blue house, An Italian song
They get to see for once, what is inside
This FUCKING love of a crazy kind
And they will tear up or maybe sigh
Wondering what it will be like
If you were mine.
This song of truth…
Will ring their hearts
And they will know they failed their parts
The ghost will always be alive
With a face, with a mind
How light that weight felt that December night
I will not have to fight i thought,
I will bare the emotions alright
Just a slight liking that will fade out
How wrong i was that December night
Eye for an eye left the whole city blind
So much so that they couldn’t see
Who was I and who was with me
The friend of a friend alone on the street
The long lonely nights with a glow retreat
So truth my friends has many colors
It lives and breaths in different orders
It hides and seeks different borders
It breathes the pain exhales relief
Or in the opposite it exceeds
It is static, singular
Through time and place
Unchangeable, stoic
It does not race
It waits for you to catch up
It waits for you to build up courage
To face it
It waits for you to find your peace
Without losing your soul
Without losing your love
It waits for you to scream in dreams
In its own patterns in its own rhythms
Written, Voiced and Edited by Besart Cani