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


Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Open Road


To Percy B. Shelley

and to the people of Merapi, Mentawai and Wasior




Song of open road

Pretty lonely and cold

Am I pilgrim of underworld?

Weep not and be hold


Song of Necessity

Inside cloud of Fearful Symmetry

Is this land of poverty?

So many fights and mutiny


Song of revolution

Rebel, chaos and natural evolution

Polluted mind upon nations

Promotheus Unbound


Song of misery

In the land of prosperity

Filled with wounds, sorrow and agony

Do I feel so unlucky?


Song of open road

I am too old to spout blood

In the age of glowing gold

So weep not and be hold.



(1998/2010)
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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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