While I have none.!
But I was in love
As strong as death
But bit by bit I am losing,
Will my love die?
It is me, green in the eye,
Grievously in the grave
Drinking my own blood
And eating my own flesh.
I feel lonely
In front of my smiling enemy.
I can’t cut jocks and make fun
I can’t keep mocking
Suddenly I feel I am in love again
As I have a radical admiration
And an awkward homage with recognition
I feel now, my love will not die
As it is fed upon me, green in the eye.
But yet not became yellowMany a summerI have passed throughAnd my sack is full of experiencesThough my heart beatHave slowed a bitBut still going and steadily pumpingHow is it that I could not feel?Still kind words stir my mindAnd my heart moves with the pleasures of life.The beauty of a flower still attracts meAnd i…
To see, to look at, to appreciateTo get the meaningTo reach at the bottom of truthWhere all the shallowness buried deepWhere only depth reigns inside over surfaceOne day that day I seeThere would be no one wayTo measure success, to identify goodnessAll the doors of light would be kept open and wideIt would be up…
I did not know the laws of gravitation, I meanAnd I was in a big football playgroundRolling like a rollerBut after knowing from the mouth of PythagorasThis world is not flat but sphericalI was frightened and became fearfulAnd stopped rollingToday I think and ask myself wonderingWhat? If I fell down and keep falling foreverAnd if…
Of the divine who created us allIf I believe He resides in meThen life becomes more complicatedRather than what is expected to be simpleFor the fact that He is an associateOf the crime I committedThen how He can judgeMake me responsibleFor the sins I generally doOr how I can take home all the virtuesWe earn…
on sites and websHook to poetryAnd FacebookOne ladyClosely one daySaw different stylesAnd Said ‘ you are genius”‘ it is your generosity ” I answeredRhymes and formhaiku and tankacinquin and henkacheatingon my erected emotionsHave you not heard yetThe movementOf Dadaism?Bluff!Truth can not be confinedLies could be spread with seductive schemesStyles are interwovenWith themesFloating of wordsDuality in…
Have the stones gone soft or our hearts grown into damp woodCould we not bring that spark which we used to have in our hug ,Where gone those passions rich and glowing, could not we renewThem again? The wind is very harsh now and nights are nasty cruel.Where is the raw smell of the roses…
