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Enough heartI just haven't enough heart to do it.
Forgive me, but I can't
and it's because of everything that you meant to me.
I know you are waiting.
Under the rain, under the same sun.
And same night.
Maybe I am wrong, maybe it's colder to you.
But I can't do nothing...
I still think about so many things you said
and all the promises I have broken.
All the times we lied to each other.
And I left you in the dark.
It's not fair.
But I can't tell you the truth.
What kind of value would have
to say that I tried?
It's a fact.
You wouldn't believe me anyway.
And if you would.
That wouldn't make me feel better.
It's okay, now that we're both hurt
There's no need to cry and blame us,
we could just go by separate ways
But I'm such a coward.
And I still have a heart that feels
Not a stone, like some other people has.
That's why I can't say goodbye.
TripCome with me, far away
from this world
nobody will see us,
far behind your secrets and mine.
I won't pretend
to break my poor heart again.
You won't lie
because there's only truth
in your eyes.
My new friend,
I wish my verses could die on your skin
like my kisses try to do.
Wish my words could reach your embrace
like my heart did in that cold starry night.
Our sky was covered of milk and diamonds
surrounded by pure black.
And now nothing will break this silence
because it's ours too.
The world will stop just because
this is more than a simple meeting
it's my soul in yours
but your soul in mine.
It can be for two as well.Why wait with the angst running through your veins
and paint your soul with the deepest blue
When it can be a game for two?
I'll be yours as long you'll be just mine.
Whenever you can kiss me with the same lips that open in red laughter
and are brave enough to tell the truth, I'll trust you.
So if you ever need shelter you won't have to knock twice.
If you want love you won't have to beg.
Because I'll be your sun through the rain
and everything to embrace this love
and you'll be the mirror where i'll find the same
you'll be my moon, my very own refugee
my night, my stars and all my hope.
It's not too much what I ask for,
what I dream of, because it can come true.
I know it requires simply two souls.
So come and hold my hand whoever you are
before I'm gone.
*Past and Present*One hundred years ago
When summer cast golden glow
Weeping willows, river side
Cast gentle shade, punts could glide.
Mild, quiet summer day
Strawberry smell and smell of hay
Silken dress on a boat
Shaded by parasol, afloat.
Today loud music rocks river
Weeping willows really weep
T/shirt slogans, blue jean rule
Now we’re noisy but very cool.
Poem for Lou ReedTruly singular, an outsider’s outsider,
He learned well life’s hard truths, and was walking proof that
Your thoughts are only as deep as your faults.
Subjected to psychic savagery in his youth,
His mind took on an ever-changing persona
Always shifting between fame and failure.
A misfit, a hustler, a rake, a transformer,
A rogue, but not a charlatan, an objector,
But not a coward, never a coward.
An expert spinner of verse, he possessed a knack
For feel, impact, attitude, style; he always knew
Which words were those worth the listener’s while.
His means and his methods were fittingly erratic:
He would spend his days crafting curiosities
Only to then neglect and forget them.
What was important, though, wasn’t his works or quirks,
Nor his talent for causing a storm at a stroke,
But what he and his friends set in motion.
They would, unwittingly, forever change the way
We’d hear the sounds the mind thought it already kn
The Beginningons ago, before time and space,
Was born a set of twins who took its place.
One had eyes of daybreak and hair of sun,
The other, hair of night and eyes of blood.
Born to Laelia, Singer of Light and Love,
Husband to Laelius, God who rules with a fitted glove.
‘Twas a difficult birth, screams echoed through the empty world,
But Laelia was never alone or so the story told.
Lucifer was first, life entered with hollow cries,
Laurentius was next, his smiles greeted by butterflies.
Both welcomed with joyous celebration.
Excited Laelius, humans, his creation.
The Twins then never left each others sides.
Except when heavy choices caused morals to collide.
Why I Hold On TighterThe gunshot echoes penetrating the air,
Increasing tensions in military warfare.
Knives that puncture and slice apart,
Fists of rage that damage skin and heart.
Explosions and smoke so sudden and fast,
No time to recover from the devastating blast.
A moment frozen in time after the disease diagnosed,
Tears falling on a body lifeless and comatose.
Car horns and screeching wheels on the pavement so loud,
Two victims of a crash of the rain from a cloud.
Though all of these things do not fill me with fright,
It is to you, my dear, they make me hold tight.
Vulnerable YouthPaper hearts from bright pink tissue meant for presents,
fanciful butterflies from orange dashed cardboard,
five petaled flowers danced around the sentence
of simplicity, ultimately to discard.
Tender thoughts from censored, guarded minds,
boldly do the simple stubby fingers strive to hide
the gift from Mommy, so that she can't find
the secret depth of the darkest snide.
The gentle pressure of acknowledging gestures
even the meaningless thank you cards
meant to send you on emotional adventures,
only to be shredded on cynical hearts' shards.
But it is the thought that counts,
those sweet little eyes haven't yet been renounced.
NeedlesThe meat is cold from bloodless lust
My organs are damaged
Path be taken down range-
-And end with chilling wall
Forest of needle spires climb
My height cannot ask
Deem the stars they point-
-For reverence physical
Destroyed as winter comes
Invested into my stock
I am bought and brought home
With no escape from the lock
Needle sew a coat of iron
Black with the char left by
Remembrance make me a scion
And kindle a soul inside
Lids have shut and no key breaks
I cannot see between blades
Cut the night to ribbons-
-Now banners to losing way
Imposing in my blindness wait
My feet are icy cold
The forward march is death incarnate-
-Though I am numb to catch
A fabric stolen mask and clothe
The boundary pointed shed
Once streamers bleeding dry wove
The semblance of disjointed ends
No try can match the mind at work
For ochre has my pallor drained
This raiment bears a doubting murk
Through glacier impassive face
My asking wanes with setting freeze
The armour frozen bites
A pleading body already w
A Poet's EchoCan poetry be felt in the blood, in the veins
with each lyric being harmonized through dreams slain
Each epic speaking of places both far and nigh
With each melancholic elegy seeping pain?
Can verse performed by thunderstorms in the sky
Be what compels us to express our hearts, to cry?
How many poems have been written using tears
As ink, written until our souls have been bled dry?
Have decades of weeping filled the seas with our fears
And our nightmares penetrated mountains likes spears?
Can a poet's echo resound beyond the chain
Of mortality and fate's tyrannical leer?
Poetic DarknessPoetic Darkness
We are made of waiting—
Bending over, stabbing the chest,
Nothing but bullets and pain.
Then why did I cry today,
When I dreamt your suicide note?
All day long I had been carrying these tears hidden.
You feel as if the music is happily heading
like mountain chains, hurdling ridges, peaks and mesas.
The thought will flicker, and then go out.
A dove wing folded
Is merely bent, beaten.
And then the devil glances into the room.
He’s like a crow in a crowd of magpies.
The saints and the sinners say the same thing:
“Today, like every other day, we wake up empty,”
“Night also sleeps,”
“Desire is a cold drink,”
“Nothing in nature is a metaphor.”
Beautiful, really, the way the buildings fall in.
Shadows of the BluesAlways coming back
to the shadows of the blues.
Remembering and hoping
there's more than a closed door now.
More than music
it was the feeling
which left trapped anyone
between your charms
making your guitar cry
at the same time you gave
stories from your soul.
You still there
somewhere, deep inside in people's heart...
Your art will come to mind.
Whenever someone needs to feel
in that sensation again.
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