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Sonnet 8

I barely hear those noises from behind,
When opened are the gates of elder dream;
The moon I reached was not that hard to find
In treasure of the night that's now supreme.

My simple voice cannot reveal the truth
Of blades and flesh in ordinary space,
But let me glance at them with eyes of youth
And be a star to whom you can replace

A skin of olden race. Mistakes you've done
Will stick upon your mouth like seven thorns,
Because one life means more than all the fun,
And guns are weak in front of greasy horns.

The longing for my beauty...*

The longing for my beauty bends a lot
those saddened bones I have to carry straight;
from legs to brain in pieces they will rot -
with helpless stanzas you'll confound my weight.

It's hard, you know... the gape devours my soul
when I confront the brightness of your eyes
and I shall dwell in darkness like a mole
that fights the sun until one fighter dies.

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I lay in a cupboard
lonely and scared,
boarded up
with gash and tear.

Yet she opens the door,
with a smiling face
and cradles me kindly,
rocking me soft with grace.

VON.

When I look at you,
I see the ones you've created to protect you from the world.
I will not resize the truth to fit your frame.
It's a bit cowardly I must say.
At times,
I urge to crack you open but then;
It takes the all spring for the rare flowers to bloom.
You won't strip this time.
I'll gently guide your petals free,
Help you unravel slowly.
Let me wander through your mind.
Be a beast hunting your fears .
Like a dream you've never envisioned,
We'll break the walls.

Awareness

Time stands still.
Regress:
The pale light of a future past.

The helpless, the tormented, the hapless
rejoice in regress.

Embrace the cosmic fire
and learn to dream
in a constant state of denial,
while keeping the mind awake!

Time stands still.
Regress:
The pale light of a future past.

The helpless, the tormented, the hapless
rejoice in regress.

Entropic Hate

All is done because every day
you survived
to see the darkness in your eyes.

The mirror is closing in,
the mirror is fierce:
Nothing to hide within
but a world of suffering.

And there’s no point in reducing
the fury of yesterday’s hate
to a handful of tears
banished in the wind.

Just step closer to the edge and you will feel
the wrath of your ancestors
building up through your veins.

Your hate is in vain
in the same vein as death
and everything else
that comes against the grain.

I'll Kick Tomorrow

I’ll Kick Tomorrow

As for today, change my blessed beliefs? No way Jose´.
I’ll just slay a few more, then when I bolt my door
It’s cold turkey baby

I’ll kick tomorrow

I’ll consider the sorrow
I’ve been delivering each ‘morrow

I’ll kick tomorrow

Habit on the run
habit having so much fun
acting sank
really having plenty in the tank
circles on back
and flanks us every time
turning our resolve on a dime
taking focus off the
severity of our crimes
so we can get off again

Dream On...

Hairy Brute, eyes of yellow
Shining in the night
Standing silent, in the meadow
Giving me a fright

It stalks my camp, makes low growls
Sits in the piney wood
It scares the wolves, stops their howls
I know it means no good

What it intends, I don't really know
I hope it goes away
The night is passing, oh so slow
I can't wait for break of day

Lonely Speck

Feel the distance inside
and the wounds of a sphere
that is spinning aimlessly.
Stay with me and hold my hand
while staring at the blue mirror above
in a free fall...
And make a wish to leave it all behind.

Why are those dreams so lonely?
Why are those fears so empty?
When everything falls from sight
darkness is everything
and beyond
the outer light molds our feelings
in a fist of clay.

Poem for the Metre workshop

Try this poem; remember to read it aloud;
 
 
 
        If Thou Must Love Me
Elizabeth B. Browning  (1806 – 1861)
 
        IF thou must love me, let it be for nought 
        Except for love's sake only. Do not say 
        "I love her for her smile- her look- her way 
        Of speaking gently,- for a trick of thought 
        That falls in well with mine, and certes brought 
        A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"- 
        For these things in themselves, Beloved, may 

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