12 sierpnia 2015
Insult The Death
Blows had blackened the mist,
fear of crossing the road, dented the veil.
‘Ism’ versus the boundary had a long rhetoric.
I was struggling with scars of learning.
Pain unwrapped the gift of rhythm with confession
bitten by skorpios, blue and cold.
Finding the cause does not solve the rigidity.
Entering my own genome, increases the panic attack,
where I am heading after all?
And today sun beats the unentered thighs
marrow, blood of a martyr, who pledged
to die to himself between enquiry and truth.
Fragmented self now seeks totality
and the mystery of staying alive,
when the hills are dead and green had turned around.
As usual I am meditating, to live or not to live.
The greatness of earth still impresses,
it does not insult the death.
16 listopada 2024
listopadowe zakochaniesam53
16 listopada 2024
na wiekiYaro
16 listopada 2024
1611wiesiek
16 listopada 2024
Brzoskwiniowevioletta
16 listopada 2024
Katastroficzny dramat...dobrosław77
15 listopada 2024
Bez zapowiedzisam53
15 listopada 2024
1511wiesiek
15 listopada 2024
Wielki BratJaga
15 listopada 2024
Słodziakudoremi
14 listopada 2024
KaterinYaro