Rabu, 15 Februari 2012

A Twilight and the City of Lights

a twilight greets the lights
city ​​lights, the city that holds the rumbling sound

go, where you should be, said the sunset light

slowly blinked in the dim evening light, say good night, the lights, city lights

The sky was so bright

The sky was so bright. I walk in the light. My glare. The days have made ​​me busy. With a dream.And I ran. Pursue my dream. Hunting days ever rushed. Hurry up myself. Among the alarm clockrings. Revealed a hasty sheet almanac. The newspapers are not read out. I rang. Alarm clockafter me. Loud alarm sounds. Vehicles must be to the edge. I drove along the time. Guided time.Sweat melted. I was laughing. Read a paperback book. I pushed the tablet screen. Thus the light of day. And I'm delirious. Writing days

Senin, 16 Januari 2012

Life which we are grateful

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life in which we live, we are thankful for life
with laughter or tears
immerse themselves in the infinite love love

that we give life meaning, life that we are thankful for
with exuberant laughter or tears
sow love into the chest of light

life in which we live, we are thankful for life
with like or injury

only, for the love of god 


and soul which are volatile memories that boil
until cooked on the stove poetry

your soul

until the time the train heaved a dream to any infinite


LOVE IS painful!

I have the years of age undergo pangs of remembering and forgettinglosing and finding love

at the wall clockthe beating heart of heartsshow a transient timetemporary living

in the presence of sharp swords and pointed your love I surrender

stabbed me to the sink to break secret love for me is only a matter of time gazing at your face

I may be slowly killing themselves. slowly right up to you. Love is pain!

in the end I will dieand all the beats will stop.

like fog

like mist, secret by secret, covering the eyes, who want to hit the air signal pierced the bone marrow. o adventurous

the hours tick needle puncture to the chest right time. I did not stop stumbling tick. to the top. to the top. ah, weary

My sentence was so harsh. voices call bustled. This disorder inconsistent. stir obscure my view.

buzzing sound. murmur. microphone is broken. nasal spiker. druggist and chairs in the back doorstubborn drunk dancing on the table.

like fog. harass my opinion. Thick padding in the course of time. o you wash with light. light penetrating the frozen



in the empty sky.

Ampera Bridge lights in the distance
across the shadow

in the quiet flowing musi