of life
and death we talk
but seldom think that death
is more mysterious than life;
how come?
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of life
and death we talk
but seldom think that death
is more mysterious than life;
how come?
how come
they drove through the
skies bringing as their gift
the mighty power to destroy?
Come, Peace...
Come, Peace...
sit beside me
havn't seen you around
for centuries; havn't felt you
for long.
for long
you have not stayed,
Peace, to break bread with your
brothers, stay, we are ill, do not
desert.
desert,
site of sighs in
the thousands, desperate
field of Dali's premonitions, lair
of loss
of loss
I speak my mouth
opens and the pictures
creep sorrowfully into the
grim world
grim world
full of miseries
wake up in the morning
toil all day,return home and sleep
no love!
no love
fever falls on
me like night my
soul hovers like a shade that finds
no home
no home
for the stranded
lovers in the heaven
of love; just a nook in the house
to sigh
to sigh,
to call in pain,
the day a redolent
reeling track resonating with
truisms
The cold
is still with me
with me,
the memory
of your timely kiss, passed
down from the matchless gods themselves,
Zeus' page
Zeus' page
threw down a bolt
of thunder in anger,
and now - there is an accident
on earth.
the cold
trundles about
the windowsill asking
to be let in to warm upon
the stove
Compulsion,
Oh compulsion!You make
Me envious,chagrin and harbour innumerable
Feelings.Compulsion,you are malignant indeed,for you
compel me.