They all burn
They all burn out
And we are dust
In timeless space
Is a flame
And we are dust
Yes We're dust
In Timeless space
Take a look
At the Sun
It will fall
Will you run?
Oh don't you know?
In Endless pain.
Is it quite possible that while praising you I was mistaken
You are not a ruler on a throne to whom from here below prayers
And the smoke ascends The throne they imagined was empty and you smile bitterly...
You have not protected their crops from drought or hail
or my body from illness or my addictions
Have you saved them, from pestilence, hunger, fire, or wars?
I just a wanderer, looking down on invisible waters,
You would keep a little flame barely visible In all this darkness....
And standing here, pensive, you would shake your head as you always seem to do.
So much you wanted to help me, I suppose your happy for anytime you can lend assistance or hope.
You felt compassion for me, forgiving me of my mistake, My fallacies, of which you are aware….
I pretending as if you did not know it….
And even in my ugliness I found this time to speak to you Lord…
My heart is full of admiration and I want to talk to you, Alas...
I am sure you understand me, in spite of my weak-heartedness, my addiction and my sincere contradictions…
I have no place to gather strength from lord
I kneel alone bitter and broken...
Alas, At this point I find it ironic that I may have finally learned at last what it means to love people……
Fore you and I know not everyone is capable…
And why Love is worn down by day after day of loneliness, pity, and anger..
Is it enough to reflect strongly and persistently on one life, On my daughter, for instance, as I am doing now...
To perceive the greatness of those weak and so fallible creatures........
I am able to be honest, I am able to be brave in misfortune And patient till my end….
What more can I do,Lord……
Than meditate on all this And again stand before you in the attitude of an implorer...
And how much longer will I have to be here....
Standing so alone above these Woefully invisible waters..
For the sake of all this emptiness In a heroic voice I ask:
Admit me to your glory
In my fear and trembling,
I think and hope that I might fulfill my life,
Only if I brought myself to make a public confession
But Who would care to listen…?
Revealing a facade, my own disillusion
A sham of my own and of my epoch:
Was I permitted to scream in the tongue of dwarfs Angels and Demons
Under so stiff a penalty that whoever dared to pronounce one word
Would have to consider himself to suffer the same fate as I
Then, he too would be a lost man..
Is it to late for me
Is it to late for those who are lost?
To late for the world?
Then One after another the autumn stars fall silent
Not with thoughts, nor without flames
My guilt at the whispering of these Lonely and indifferent winds
Secrets.. … No
Not at all
Fore, I am afraid,
Fighting for the empathy…
With these hands …
Alas in the end .. I will surely cut off
A simple lyric poem: For my daughter My Cypriana Mi Amore
January 27, 2014, 06:04:am
A simple poem for my daughter My Cypriana Mi Amore
My Dearest Cypriana…
In this world full of loneliness, hurt, and pain
I will be that someone to help you threw your sorrow,
and See you threw the rain.
I will comfort you if you might be sad,
There No length I would not go, to see you smiling, hopeful, and glad..
Take my hand I will be your hero, whom is always at your side..
To wipe away any tears that may fall upon your eyes…...
Together we will overcome our fears, ...
Hand in hand, as we navigate a worlds
sometimes tough and bitter ride…..
With each others Love my dear
there’s nothing left to hide.....
Knowing that I love you
For everything you are, deep inside…
No matter what may happen
Know I will always be there standing strong..
Threw all your victories and failures,
All Your rights, and your wrongs….
I will give you every inch of my heart, and Love,
All that you may need and than a little more,
Fore I live for your happiness and smile
Always and forever
My Cypriana Mi Amore
Opposed To Each Other On one side, the world; On the other,
MEN AND GODS....
The world is immutable, inexorable, Indiffent.
It is the stone that hurt your toe when you used to run Barefoot.
MEN AND GODS:
An incessant motion of guilt And forgiveness.
Their warm throats pronounce the words of curse And Blessing.
They are weak, changeable, they expect help from each other.
The Loves of Men And Gods, sharpened By the danger of Loss.
Their dresses, shoes, and masks prove that neither of them wants to stay in Order of Nature.
Both mortal And immortal, they live in their own realm high above the World.
Do not forget you are a God or Goddess, and what honors are due to YOU, from the sun, And Galaxies of the World
MY FALL IN MY PARISH:
If I was always not so frail, and half broken inside,
I wouldn't think of them, who Are like myself HALF BROKEN INSIDE!.....
I would not climb those cemetery hills by the church To rid myself of my own self-pity.
Crazy Sad Sophies, Michaels who lost their every battle, Self desructive Julias, Lie under crosses with their dates of birth and death. And who is going to express them? Their mumblings, weepings,Hopes, passions, tears of humiliation?.....
In hospital muck and the smell of urine, With their weak and contorted limbs, And Eternity so close by. Improper. Indecent. Like a dollhouse crushed by wheels, like an elephant trampling a beetle, an ocean drawing an island. Our childishness, and stupidity does nothing to fit us For the sobriety of last things.
They had no time to grasp anything of their individual lives, Any singular Isolation. Nor do i grasp it, yet what can I do?
Enclosing myself all my life in A nutshell, Trying in vain to become something Completely different from what I was.......
Thus we go down into the earth my fellow parishioners. With the hope that the trumpet of Judgment will call us by our names. Instead of eternity, greenness and the movement of clouds.
They rise then, thousands of Sophias, Michaels, Matthews, Marias, Julias, Peters, .......
So that at last they know why, And for what reason???...
I ask Is there truly Any reason AT All?
A means to All my Sad and bitter Ends...............
The many unclean spirits of Magdalena
Chased from her by I “the writer”
With my prayer
My words hover in the air in a bat-like flight,
While she, with one leg folded in,
Another bent at the knee, sits staring hard
At her foot the heel of her boot,
As if she had just noticed such an odd thing…
Her soft, dark chestnut hair dyed to one of her many colors
Her hairs curls in rings
And just reaches her neck, strong, almost virile
Resting barely on her shoulder
A dark blue and black dress she had just recently created,
Under which her heavenly nakedness phosphoresces,
Her face so sweet, soft, harboring
A voice gentle, endearing, Ageless
With tones of the Baltic Sea hidden forever in her breath
But she will say nothing. Forever Between
The element of flesh and the element Of hope..
She stays still,
And At the canvas’s corner,
The name of “this painter”
Who so deeply desired her….
All was taken away from you:
Your beautiful, self sown dresses,
Your wings, even your so precious existence,
And Yet I believe in you,
As I always will…
Your world, where everything is now turned inside out
It seems unfathomable to me,
that you be anything,but cherished.
I picture you in a heavy fabric embroidered with heavenly stars and beasts,
you stroll, so lost, inspecting the trustworthy seems.
So,I ask is it bitter to praise God in misfortune
I wonder why Jehovah did not touch your eyelids
I a passive witness to your silent suffering for no cause…
Unanswered was my prayer:
Both “yours” and mine
Unanswered is my request:
Lord strike me:
And in exchange give You a long and glorious life…
Humbly and on my knees as tears stream down my face;
I Plead to you Lord,
Why…(and for what sense)
Spend so much time making such a sublime angel
You so beautiful, so warmhearted, artistic, and sincere..
And allow her silent suffering..
Lord, I beg of you…
Please Give her back her wings,
And let her fly far from here….
Fly Somewhere where they might know your Majesty
Where they may hand you paint and easels, with smiles....
In this celestial land they may gaze on as you paint your treasured paintings..
And giggle and laugh with you as they read your beloved writings,
As you dance together among the stars….
Fore Short is your stay here:
Now and then at a matinal hour,
if the sky is clear, in a melody repeated by a bird, maybe…
Or in the smell of apples at the close of day
When the light makes the City’s magic.
I believe that then I can see you
They say somebody has invented you
but to me this does not sound convincing..
I know better for I have seen you
And I have gazed into your heavenly Jade eyes
For the humans invented themselves as well.
Your voice -- Lord how I miss it
No doubt it is a valid proof,
As it can belong only to a radiant creature,
weightless and winged (after all, why not?),
Girdled and gifted with the lightening.
I have heard your voice many a time when asleep
and, what is strange, I understood more or less
An order or an appeal in an unearthly tongue:
day draw near
do what you can.
And I will do what I must…
Before my Magdalena Magdalene, absent in the dusk
A skull, the candle flickers.
Which of her lovers is this dried up bone,
She does not try to guess..
She remains like that, for an age or two
Her thoughts dwell to art
In meditation, while the sand in the hourglass has fallen asleep.
“ Because once she saw “ And felt on her shoulder the touch of my hand.
Then at sunrise, when she exclaimed : “ Adam”
I gather dreams of the skull for I am in it,
Impetuous, enamoured, Alone suffering in the gardens
And for no one else, these secrets of her pleasure.
Raptures, words, those solemn oaths.
Alas, she does not remember…Perhaps she chooses to forget..
And only then in that moment persists, unrevoked,
When she was almost on the other side..
My dearest Magdalena
When I die, I will see the lining of the world.
The other Side, Beyond birds, mountains, sunsets,...
The true meaning, ready to be decoded....
What never Added up will Add up,
What was incomprehensible will be comprehended.....
And if there is no lining to the world?
If there is no creator, To someone As perfect As you?
If A thrush on a Branch Is not a sign,
But just A thrush on A branch.
If night and day make no sense following each other?.....
And on this earth there is nothing except this earth?........
Even if that is So,
There will remain A word wakened by Lips Of Mine that perish,
A tireless messenger who runs And runs,
Through interstellar fields, through the Revolving galaxies,
And Calls OUT, PROTESTS, AND SCREAMS!!!
Her smile "A Poem for my Daughter at the end of an eon
January 27, 2014, 05:39:am
Her smile "A Poem for my Daughter at the end of an eon“
O I remember A time When everything was fine……… And through her eyes the notion of my many sins had all but vanished And the city was quite…….
The earth was ready, O My universal peace …..
“This niche in time” My love, My creed,
Fore Her smile is my utopia…
I, now alone for unknown reasons
A reflection in My mind,Alas, I A prisoner to these vile substances Surrounded by my many books Of prophets, theologians, those philosophers, and poets.....
Missing her dearly as I search for an answer,
Scowling, grimacing, Sleeplessness ….
Waking up at night, A solitary tear
My mutterings at dawn....
What has oppressed me so much Was so utterly and awfully shameful....
Talking of it aloud would show neither tact, sanity, nor prudence…
It might even seem an outrage Against the health of mankind....
Alas, my memory Does not want to leave me And in it, a glimpse of Her heavenly smile “My Cypriana”
And in these haunting memories, live beings
Each with its own seclusion Its own pain Each with its own dying
Its own trepidation..
Why then her innocence and my own,
In that calm night in that city on those paradisal streets,
Over impeccable skies
Above the heavens of humanity “Her smile” ....
Because it was “Far To Long Ago!"
If you had me alone lock up in your room for 24 hours and I had to do what ever you wanted me to what would you do with me tell me in my in box cuz its a secret then post this to your journal you might be surprised with the responses you get they could make you laugh or even smile lol if you don't post this you are a coward and is too afraid to see who I really like you....