While our frail sun, for a long time, in hush, has been slipping by, There are those,Holders of sisyphean rock to ink firm LightsTellers of how new dead bodies walk and sightThe alienated masses pose: Can they stand tall? There are those,Doers of Good which the earthy evils curseSmilers at the face of doom to… Continue reading Can they stand tall? (The few)
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Hurts
How does it hurt to feel your hurts' hurt hurtHark! The sharp echoes of war's drums alert. How it hurts to taste your heart's disconcertTo listen solemnly to your slow beatsThe crawling, eerie whines - your restive fleets. How it hurts to hear your sigh's discomfortTo detect that imminent wild nighfallFeel vulnerable to your mood's… Continue reading Hurts
Je ne suis qu'une feuille flétrieQui se laisse emporter par les ventsPar les rouages tragiques des tempsPar la défaite- et ses pluies orageusesPar la tempête en soulevant ses flotsPar les echos d'automne soufflantDans mes veinesPar les cauchemars éveillésVie de tous mes jours en peine [...] OpiniâtrementJe tremble, je trembleMa macabre danceJe tombe, je tombeSur le… Continue reading
So-called Poetry of Biba 