forgotten
the old broom begrimed
having pangs of existence
dead on dusty floor
forgotten
the old broom begrimed
having pangs of existence
dead on dusty floor
ars sine scienta nihil
but love has caused death
which is redolent of life
smiling but weeping
Smiling but weeping
She leans her head on my chest
My shirt drenched in tears
Vanitas vanitatum, dixit Ecclesiastes, vanitas vanitatum, et omnia vanitas.
Yo sé quién soy, y sé que puedo ser no sólo los que he dicho. - Don Quixote
my shirt drenched in tears
twenty and never been kissed
when will my prince come?
A bit that I wrote: Vanilla Ice Cream. Comments and critique welcomed! :-)
when will my prince come
yes sure thing, I will no doubt
be gray as still fog
"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
be gray as still fog
embrace tired eyes weary bones
a blanket of years
A blanket of years
Envelop bony shoulders
Pass away in peace
pass away in peace
time slumbers in rain-soaked graves
turns day to night dreams
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Pass away in peace -
years fall through the cracks of days,
lost while heads are turned.
lost while heads are turned
the kitten ran off after the ball
unraveled wool ends
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
unraveled wool ends
all that remains of my scarf --
valiant attempt.
A bit that I wrote: Vanilla Ice Cream. Comments and critique welcomed! :-)
valiant attempt
to subdue the violent crowd
rampant shots rain down
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Rampant shots rain down
Further wounding the nation
May nineteen seventy
May nineteen seventy
a deluge of upheaval
flood of nation's tears
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
flood of nations tears
mingled with blood and knowledge
how countries are born.
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