For a patch of happiness
you rushed into the arms
of clouds. Only to fall back with tears.
The glazing authority of moon
hangs on the poverty of spiked wisdom.
Betrayal is the norm of celestial thinking;
how can you accept a dropp of death?
What is your motive
in watching the pain?
A path, a tunnel,
a precipice. The collage of purity
has the innocence of sorrow.
And truth, sails like a phoenix.
There is complete silence.
The flameless fire collapses
lapping up the anger.
Pouring out all the heart beats,
emptying the mind
darkness lowers the wheels
between muscles and bones.
Your body is eaten half by dusty thoughts.
Claustrophobia chokes the little stanzas
you are afraid, some one cares for you.
The flameless fire collapses lapping up the anger. ending took me by complete surprise... and that's what it's about. best care, sjg
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is so much to comprehend in this poem. It is brilliant. The first stanza alone is more than I can wrap my head around on a first reading. Thank you. I love your work.