Anti-Organique
Souvent J'assistais à ce moment magistralQu'un esprit de la tour d'Ivoire tendre main fanaleÀ des ailes rêveuses désirant la touche des cieuxÀ des yeux lumineux évitant les sombres feuxÀ des pas fourvoyés errant en solitaireÀ des mains creusant les grottes pour le souffle solaire Une voix satirique me résonne :"Hélas! pauvre âmecrue que ses fausses… Continue reading Anti-Organique
Road Taken (Loser)
Road taken(Loser) In life's battlefields, he's so vulnerableHead bows, heart trembles: "Ô! the miserable!"Between diverged roads stands the doubtfulTakes the most rutted road: "Ô! how thoughtful!"No caring eyes, no warm hands of wisdomTo uphold, forestall his fall in the bottomMeagre dust shrouds his fragile aching soulThe mob swallows the Newcomer the wholeOnce down, his Dreams… Continue reading Road Taken (Loser)
A Brand-New World
In a world of war and panicEverything is dreadful and tragicNothing anymore logicAll human rights suddenly vanishAs if by magicOur bodies grow giganticYet brain smallestOur status patheticWith worry, anger, griefWe become cynic, frantic…Illiteracy, poverty and abuse are chronicPoor and needy- next to nothingBut rich in vain rhetoricThat makes us more and more fanaticHinder our fall… Continue reading A Brand-New World
Utopia
Don-QuixoteRejoices gloryOf dead chivalryIdealism in materialistic worldInsanity. S.C.P.Biba© Copyright. All rights reserved
#Failure (2)
The mind loses wordsAll sense frostsIn times of needStrain exceedsNeither form nor coreFind their heedful shores Taken by the strain winds On Nowhere Lands RewindIn times of needBlank bricks breedWords play hide-and-sense Sense the void behind the fenceIn the blink of an eye All words of my ink dieS.C.P.B
Failure
Sweat unleashes drops Drenches the roses of hopeRed drips in the soil S.C.P.BIBA
I fall, I rise
Fore and aft of my eyesA moon landscape.Amidst ashes and blazes,Rubble chant my decay.I, from dark, oscillate to dark.Pied Piper flutes within each.Weave me into their grey zones,Allure me in their grey holes. And I fall, I fall, I fallTenaciously,Beyond the fifty shades,I try to put up with,I try to fathom whatremains of debris as… Continue reading I fall, I rise
Do not write all your miseries in black ink
Do Not Write All Your Mis'ries In Black Ink Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink,Dark past must be buried its vivid corpse;Fight your inner night and rise your sun pink. When life despairs the youth, they oft misthinkAnd paint on dim canvas vehement mourns,Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink.… Continue reading Do not write all your miseries in black ink
#Fatigue
FatigueShe wants to catch her Breath ... Let the heart's tears, Together with the soul's, flow Sourdine river stems On the avenue of the cheeks Yell and scream Her brittle sense, At times.S.C.P.Biba (2019)
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