The seed we planted -- sweat and blood The soil I followed Now puts on its lonely colour So reluctant that no idea can grow Even if the field is filled To the brink of our flaming emotions Would our seed die And our effort be wasted?
I can’t love you Even if my heart would sink What is sure, what is true? Still I pray, not in fear For courage that If I dare love Where would I start.
You came smiling with a calm Sharp passion Like the charismatic rays of the African sunset Twice as bright and early You took me down your straight path I followed loyally With solemn affection Your eerie eyes upon me The eyes of a ghost Coming to take its last victim I was deep inside The … Continue reading Between two rivers
Hearing purified pictures Jump form one branch to another On the tree of despondence A strange tree with strained foliage I wonder Upward like libations to Osa It sprouts, branching aimlessly Seeing my heart cry In the darkness of afternoon Urging and pondering loud With whispers familiar From this heinous abode.
where is you weight The heavy hand of dew upon me Where are your wet splints That wash away nightmares and encircles my bed in the morning Where are your brine kisses Every now then The sharp voice on my tongue You left not by force The very hands of survival Pulled me away The … Continue reading The Lone Seaman
The man dances in the garden's middle The middle of his own life Sees the tulip blossom From distant songs below He still dances, over the stone He has caught the stone in his chest He rubs the stone with his name His name shines, he name is The stone that he caught That dances … Continue reading The grave digger
As old as yesterdays Still fresh as early mornings The rainbow ebony gaze I remember like in the beginning A continuous smiling heart Let it be the riches of your future A decorated life filling every part And mend every dark sutures
The depth I envisage Swallows every thought of mine You don't know of this – a long time The truth behind my eyes Which part of me is free Who can lead its own way With the weary steps of heart A heart's blood dried – the blood of fire What remains will be submerge … Continue reading Elektra
the rivers have overflown their banks that hold our thoughts corpse litter the shores lies upon lies like gravels under my bare feet when I watch the sun die we should burn them Who would light the torch? Who would urinate or pour gasoline on the face of his son? It is all within us … Continue reading Brother Grone
It was only what i could remember - the voice The voice from you to me I was enclosed in its shrouds With Sheol in between Gliding lazily for the last time To the alter of stones Mine? not mine a voice soaked in tears But washed in divine tone