11/25/09
There is always sleep!
Oh sweet sleep!
When did you come,
and visit my bedside?
Kissed me with bliss,
and heavenly dreams.
Sang to me hymns of solitude.
Carressed my face,
with your touch of sweet.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Poetry is Patient
Oh lion!
Oh ram!
Rumpelstiltskin I am not
I will not sleep any longer!
She will watch with dew-lit eyes and a sullen smile
Her cheeks glow with soft accents and a tear descends down
All she wears are her cares
She is me, and I am she
I swear I’ve become
The skin of the sun
Time sealed her away,
Yet she is dwelling still,
Like one who sleeps in timelessness,
At the bottom of the cosmic sea
She is the root of absolute ruin
When the sun breaks in its youthful,
Strong ascent, balances,
And begins the mighty plunge to death
Oh lion!
Oh ram!
Rumpelstiltskin I am not
I will not sleep any longer!
Time is split into days and nights
I measure time
By the way the willow sways
And when the music plays
It’s time to relax
Reading a book my eyes collapse
Oh lion!
Oh ram!
Rumpelstiltskin I am not
I will not sleep any longer!
Oh ram!
Rumpelstiltskin I am not
I will not sleep any longer!
She will watch with dew-lit eyes and a sullen smile
Her cheeks glow with soft accents and a tear descends down
All she wears are her cares
She is me, and I am she
I swear I’ve become
The skin of the sun
Time sealed her away,
Yet she is dwelling still,
Like one who sleeps in timelessness,
At the bottom of the cosmic sea
She is the root of absolute ruin
When the sun breaks in its youthful,
Strong ascent, balances,
And begins the mighty plunge to death
Oh lion!
Oh ram!
Rumpelstiltskin I am not
I will not sleep any longer!
Time is split into days and nights
I measure time
By the way the willow sways
And when the music plays
It’s time to relax
Reading a book my eyes collapse
Oh lion!
Oh ram!
Rumpelstiltskin I am not
I will not sleep any longer!
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Compound Addis- Poem
Exiled in a world of organized inadequacies
The bliss that once was known will be known again…
And we read each other poetry until our heart’s content
He says, “It is almost like you are a nun.”
And we laugh
The night is at its end
So we can pretend
I am staying at a compound
In a foreign land
Eating my favorite food
By the fingers of my hand
The monks are very smart
Very nice and very neat
The people outside the friary
Sleep on the street
Underarm hair, legs, and bush
Longer, and longer they grow
Holes in my clothes
Luckily I can sew
Dinkinesh lovely in her bones
Rests near a stele
Older than Rome
The bliss that once was known will be known again…
And we read each other poetry until our heart’s content
He says, “It is almost like you are a nun.”
And we laugh
The night is at its end
So we can pretend
I am staying at a compound
In a foreign land
Eating my favorite food
By the fingers of my hand
The monks are very smart
Very nice and very neat
The people outside the friary
Sleep on the street
Underarm hair, legs, and bush
Longer, and longer they grow
Holes in my clothes
Luckily I can sew
Dinkinesh lovely in her bones
Rests near a stele
Older than Rome
Exiled in a world of organized inadequacies
The bliss that once was known will be known again…
11/22/09
11/22/09
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
L lletraferit
Without internet and sick the last few days...
Last night Barbara, Brian, and I went to L lletraferit. I performed spoken word for a crowd of Spanish speakers! Made a few new friends. Victor the host was awsome and even did a poem under a table!
Had a great time!
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