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daubmir nadir Poems
You shall not taste of death For there is no death for you: You cannot experience Your own death.
I will write the poem of poems I will sing the song of songs I will dance the dance of dances I will play the sound of sounds
Thirsting for my soul I cannot find its shadow.
Grip my hand, son And kill all your obsessions Take my arm, son
The crutches In my heart Are Stilts
I love Oh how I love! I do love Love me
I contain all there is, I am filled with the all. Take of me all If you want all.
Ends With A Kiss
Transience is so immense, We pass in a flurry of being, A beautiful moment In all its suddenness,
First Schizoid State
Be real now. I have never been real;
Inside the Pentagram Of my dissolute thoughts
Stroke my lobes Fondle the membranes Of my pleasure. Murmur sweetness
Do You Listen?
Do you listen? You do not. You listen only To yourself.
Dance To the music Of my drunken habits Guzzling mad notes
Roma = Amor
You shall not taste of death
For there is no death for you:
You cannot experience
Your own death.
Are you born?
Life and death
Cannot be separated.
You have no chance whatever
Of knowing for yourself
Where one begins
And the other ends.
You can experience the death of another,
But not your own.
Where is death, there is no you.
The only death is physical death;
There is no psychological death.
Why then are you so afraid of death?
- Because there is no you.