so I go there and live my life so.
We were happy and in love,
but someone else enticed her away.
I got home one day and she was gone.
She had left me for another
with no reason why.
Now I want to know
where do the broken-hearted go
and I will join them there.
Elvis once sang of the heartbreak hotel.
I wonder if it is still open,
if it is I will join the broken hearted there.
There is no way I can get her back
for I don’t know where she is,
only that she is gone
and my life is a total wreck.
The ghost of her presence
still lingers everywhere.
Now I need so desperately to know,
where do the broken-hearted go.
23 November 2008
what the rivers sing of,
the desire the wind groans with.
the passion of lightning,
and the echo of thunder.
the redemption written in rain,
the love in the dog’s eyes.
the secret whisperings of bats,
the timeless wisdom of whales.
the peace of the turtle,
the mad gift of the butterfly.
the free spirit of darkness,
the salvation of dawn…
for i am all these things,
and they are me!
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I want to know
The art to fly.
Before leaving please
Write down your name.
With your name we can
Find you out here.
We are living, true
But pissibility of
Touch-and-go is there
During living.
We expect a nice touch
By the sky at every morning.
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Not in prosaic manner
But in a manner
That suit my poetry.
I want to open my window
Not for the storm
But for the breeze
And calm morning sea.
Let me look into the matter
In deep here at this time.
I want to speak something
If you so like you may
Please be seated and listen to.
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The cause of this wonderful life.
O poet, please tell me
Openly, you know everything.
O poet, like the flame of a candle
I am disturbed here by a blowing wind.
Tell, my dear poet, with your poetry,
On this very day for all welfare.
Poetry is really wonderful,
So also you, dear poet.
Catch me with your poetry,
And take me to the world of
All good.
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For me,
Deep inside my enclosing room of gloom!
Satisfy my emptiness!
Come and comfort me.
I’m through with tests that pest.
And draining requests to see my needs bleed.
You have the magic,
That puts a smile on my face.
You have to notice when it’s ‘on’.
What must I do…
To convince you it is with me,
You belong?
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What I’ll never know!
Surrounded by mysteries,
Lies, superstitions
And religious ties,
Our Origins and our Whys.
All that is born dies,
Or is it all recycled,
Beyond our eyes?
I want to know
But Wanting,
Doesn’t Suffice,
It never has.
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To decide for me?
How, I am to live?
What I am to know?
Or where is My Life,
Supposed to go.
You’re not a god,
Much less, a king,
You’re not even a Clown,
In a Circus ring.