Letter To Myself

Lovely piece….

The Syncronized Life

I don’t know if I should warn you
Or tell you about all my regrets
Maybe you won’t go that way
Maybe I can save you from us.
The world is a wonderful place
And I know you’re going to want it all
You’ll want money, beauty, fame, love
And you’ll never be willing to settle

Don’t be afraid to be a lil shy or reserved
Don’t be afraid of being the late bloomer
Like mother always said
“Die agter oos kom ook in die kraal in”
I know you don’t think you’re pretty now
But you’ll blossom one day
You’ll learn to love all your imperfections
You’re crooked smile will straighten
You will see how beautiful you really are

I don’t want to tell you that life is all roses.
But there will be really good times
Chrish those moments
Stay loyal to the people who made them
Admit…

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ELEGY OF OUR MUMMY

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ELEGY OF OUR MUMMY

Your produce is here and true,
For this surely a mummy are you.
From the start of it all you were
Willing that all elements be there.

The availability of all that is good
Is so limitless and has no mood.
You were to be of such a mould;
An embodiment of this idea so old.

You could see with blind eyes
Embrace truth and discard their lies.
As all came and as all so went,
You blur pain and just dreamt.

Indifference is that able chance
Not just affordable to all hands.
Compassion has love in its nature,
Lacking no past, present or future.

Dead is an air bubble inside a diamond,
Your aged love lingers on inside time.
Till you died, to these lives your breath lives on Though death ever comes back down to earth.

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Santa (A Poem)

Lovely piece….

Necessittee Lyday

When I first met Santa,
I seen his rosy cheeks,
His twinkling eyes,
And his white beard.
I honestly thought he was a little weird.
I mean he lives in the North Pole,
And he says ho, ho, ho.
He has little elves
That build toys for children’s’ shelves.
He has a red hat,
And to be honest he’s really fat.
He has no space
To go down the fireplace.
He has a reindeer sleigh
Led by Rudolph who eats hay.
He watches children while they sleep;
It makes him seem like a creep.
He takes your food,
And he always acts like he’s in a jolly mood.
No matter what he does,
His actions will always seem
Just a little weird.

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inert

Truly impressive

valeriu dg barbu

trilingual text

a particle of cold
slips deep in my bones, gelatinous

I take a handful of letters, all that I have, I sort them a pile
in the middle of the room, like the gypsies,
I find it hard to turn them, blowing, rummage with trembling fingers
I did, I managed

I managed a hell, all the heat and smoke goes up rapidly at
the girl with the eyes of wax
She smiles now, drunk of verses…
I still tremble
to scatter the ashes and then I you gather again
I wrap myself in them, maybe I’ll dream a phoenix and
nothing, that particle fled, taking with him the bones, dreams

The girl-smile-perpetual
yellowed, from a photo, it tells me that will be from now on… just so

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(foto de Stanislav Aristov)

una particella di freddo
scivola in profondità nelle ossa, gelatinosa

prendo una manciata di lettere, tutto ciò…

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