Dear Vachel,  Let the Bread's Rhyme



I am longing for disturbing evening

Miserable floating in regardless owl weeping

Lost boy with lost path

Dying in the hands of wrath


I am longing for Your existance

But no one comes over

Except you the lost one like me

You're not Imogen

The one I need most.


Et ego petrarca in lingua vetera scribo

Selected Poems 1999 - 2002


Saturday, October 11, 2008

Everything Rainbow

I’ve never been so anxious before

I was an impostor and blind

Everything went green

 

I’ve never been so proud before

To be one, unity, couple

Everything went purple

 

I’ve never been so delightful before

I catch the feeling on my bed

Everything went red

 

I’ve never been so frightening before

Lost or fly away or disappear in kitchen’s sink

Everything went pink

 

I’ve never been so relief before

From promises to vows

Everything went yellow

 

I’ve never been so incensed before

Anything mocking on my own

Everything went brown

 

I’ve never been so sad before

I love you and I leave you

Everything went blue

 

I’ve never been so glad before

When everyone with solemn face say:

“Death’s running after you!”

 

Everything went black.

 

(2001)

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Romance

Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

- Edgar Allan Poe

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