THIS PAIN IS TOO MUCH
Round I turned and looked to see,
Never thought this alone I’d be.
Far too much to pay , this fee.
Want to run away somewhere, just flee.
Is there for me none to moan?
Can’t the one come and kill my lone?
Will there ever be an ending to my woe?
Why this pain kills me I don’t know!
Stabbed in the heart with the pain knife,
Devoid of all there was in me, my life.
This pain doesn’t leave even for a brief,
Day and night I suffer from this piling grief.
If only to myself cud I lie!
That without you nothing am I!
Go ahead shoot me bidding goodbye,
With that closing my eyes I peacefully die!
Lunes, Hunyo 30, 2008
THIS PAIN IS TOO MUCH
Posted by yellOw-PhOenix at 7:08 AM
Biyernes, Hunyo 27, 2008
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came, and went and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires - and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings, the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,
And men were gathered round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forest were set on fire but hour by hour
They fell and faded and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd,
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremolous; and vipers crawl'd
And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless, they were slain for food:
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again; a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought and that was death,
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devoured,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corpse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answered not with a caress, he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive, And they were enemies;
They met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they raked up,
And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Wich was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and
Each other's aspects. saw, and shriek'd, and died, beheld
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless,
A lump of death, a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes, and ocean stood still,
And nothing stirred within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal; as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon their mistress had expired before;
The winds were withered in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them. She was the universe.
Posted by yellOw-PhOenix at 6:25 AM
Martes, Hunyo 17, 2008
Edward Teller’s Leg
The moon rose over Delphi’s plundered hush,
darkness’s theatrical curve, your sheltered,
luminous skin, delicate, sensuous air.
Look, there, Teller whispered, and one star
among astonishments of stars moved west
to east. Sputnik, he said, as if he had launched it
himself. And our breathing fell away down
the mountain. We leaned back,
the tinkling sky
chandeliered with neurons. All the night before,
we had nosed past Piraeus, then through the cyclopean
slice of the Corinth Canal. Teller tattooed the deck
above us. Morning, he wouldn’t show his notepad,
its glimpsed black tangles, said it would take only
a few bombs to widen the channel. Where
would the people go? Lois asked.
We’d move them
for a few days, he said. They could have
a holiday. Please watch Edward, she would say,
his wife with the lovely name I always
have to look up, a crease you could tell was
already permanent between her brows.
We sat near the rail and watched Edward levitate
in the transparent water, a maimed starfish,
heart attack, stroke. Always, though, he paddled
back, hopped up the clanging ladder, and Lois
handed the dripping Teller his pretanned leg. Always
he came out of the water with that look
of troubled satisfaction, that look that said,
I have figured it out, and they will have to listen.
So much gone—what we ate, how we made love
in those narrow bunks. But Teller remains, out
on the bow of the Cavafy—no, that can’t be right—,
out on the bow of the Whatever, watching
the moon drop away toward Stavros, knowing
we drop, too, though just enough to maintain
our arc over the earth, falling and not falling,
falling and not falling at all.
Posted by yellOw-PhOenix at 5:42 AM
Biyernes, Hunyo 13, 2008
There comes a time in your life when you realize that if you stand still, you will remain at this point forever. You realize that if you fall and stay down life will pass you by.
Life’s circumstances are not always what you might wish them to be. Rather than wandering about or questioning the direction your life has taken, accept the fact that there is a path before you now.
Walk your path one step at a time. Keep your head up, and cast your dreams to the stars. Keep your belief in yourself and walk into your new journey. You will find it magnificent, spectacular and beyond your wildest imaginings…
Posted by yellOw-PhOenix at 1:01 PM