I will rise in transcendence
In what kind of importance?
frankly admitted, I don´t know what it means
not that easy as cooking rice and beans
hypothetically said
is this definite yet?
so you can not see me anymore
kiss me before it’s too late, we adieu con amor
tell me your lies non-stoppingly,
hereafter, either you or me, cannot see
do it, before you regret, just up-to-date
this looks like a vision of late
do it before you regret, it is indeed so sad
thinking of what they say, makes me truly mad
I can never meet you anymore, come what may
speak, then I can hear you now, we depart con amor
let love be as it was, is and will never be any more
as it used to be despite your infidelity
the future is yours….I see….
but IF I may say now,
due to your departure, my mood becomes so low
Time lies in God´s Hands
so about that friends said I will rise in transcendence
it is their thoughts, perhaps their plans
believe me, dear friends, please understand
that time lies in His Hands….
con Amor means: with love
Photograph by Sylvia Frances Chan: ‘Alkitab’ means The Bible in Indonesian.
© Sylvia Frances Chan
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AD. Tuesday the 3rd of DEC 2013-
@ 13.13 hrs P.M. West-European Time-
Coincidentally written on my bro-in-law´s BirthDay: Happy BirthDAY, Koen! Come what may….
AD. Saturday the 17th of February 2018-
@ 8.08 hrs. A.M. West-European Time.4 C. degrees below zero. Severely cold. In reality, it feels like 10 C. degrees. Happy BirthDay, dear Esmeralda! Coincidentally published on her birthday.

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you will stay here free
since your true love for poetry
I rise in transcendence
frankly, I do not know what it means
hypothetically said
is it definite yet?
so you can not see me anymore
kiss me before it’s too late
tell me your lies
before you regret
because when I rise in what they say
I can never meet you anymore,
nor can I speak to you,
and never more create
love poetry
Only love for Thee
perpetually
I admit I cannot leave
my love for poetry
One minute after the French submission
a loyal friend told me
poetically free
please, do not go away,
serve this poetical tongue
this language will serve you for long
please do understand
this is the only language that survives
all poets’lives
just believe me
for the sake of poetry….
Anno Domini
Thursday the 31st of January 2019-
@ 21.22 hrs. West-European Time.

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