Friday, February 01, 2008

The Dead Poet Says   Poet never lowers her head to anyone   No king, martyr, or no authority or wealth But only lower her head to the living, the dead poet says Poet must humble yet enshrined her word Bleeding womb of fertility goddess Custodian of scared demonic harlotry   Riding her girdles guiltless excellent Seizing its agonies devour its lust Slaughter of hypocrisy a grave of bigotry That is how poet must whip her word Her temple is living Poet only listens her temple She must humble yet pavement of the world Her eyes are the finest eagle early spring Hunts the life its joys and sorrow And the ahead what is the next   She is council of reasons, cycle of disciple   Her soul must speaks to gods of Olympians Guillotines words a confessor of living    Finery garmented her soul made from wounded threadbare She must listen life even if thieves’ or murder’s Or even if   repelled attacked or even butchered Or accorded imperial of monstrous life She should also  honor nameless flowers Somberness of their sweetness and troubles   Their passion never analyses to order but living Never wonder she was a prisoner of castration Or her furnace flamed life made a finest sinner Seer of all, slavery its treacherous life Ordinances a throaty demonic s soul, yet When the sun crossing breasted horizon Purpose of the night set As her utmost duty is Listening intently humbly “the living” The dead poet says   Hum, it is difficult to be a poet, (devil)I say   31/01/08   9:47:21 AM

You Shall Never Leave Me   Oh my love, songs, the cloudy colors From head to toe, and gliding sunray top of river No, summer you are not going, inner deep All of you, all of these you are not going Not melting away from a solitary earnest You will never leave me, won’t you? All the sphere, so happy leaves and flowers You will never leave, you will be mine forever When the beauty wears softy silken shoe Dazzling white feet melodic sea Your villainy violet hillside smiles But how could I bear season without you Surly you will be a fine-spurned cloud Hid under the cliff where we played with tides So I can find you as you never leave me O this summer I am divine fairy, no sorrow     Full of love everywhere, where I am ever gay If I die, you will hold me in your tender breasts You bury me under your feet with my lullabies  Where your twin arched heart warm me Cast your fine tear drops upon my forehead Where my sad soul lifted brightly eagerly Look upon your earthy dandy face, then You picking my elfin soul to your journey When our days are ruefully tender    We stop a plumed seaside village Accept their never grieved kindness Charming stars glow upon roadside dusky Lone temple bell casting spells at sunset, then We cast aside our journey nostalgic zone       We find a wreathed our golden nest You will open silence crimson dew    Share with me your lone radian nights That you love me forever won’t you? With your warmth sweet fenced breasts Will shelter me with your lone distant I shall hear your sweet gathering heart beatings Softly softly sing to me that you love me You shall never leave me my beloved   6:00pm, 29/01/08 9:46:38 AM