Sunday, December 12, 2010



Evergreen, ever green
poisonous glean,
Debussy' s sunbeam,
slim Paul Klee-n,
only you, evergreen.

Evergreen, ever green
sleep between
baroque-like scene
a mossy figurine
wannabe queen
only you, evergreen.

Green, ever, evergreen.

Friday, December 10, 2010

the sad poem.

While I wait.

While I wait
for the holly words to fall
on me, naked,
in bed full of thorns
you prepared for me

I lie, I wait
While you made a bed
for yourself
I cry myself to sleep
to be bedding with you

I am losing you
in your own joys
in my own waiting
in our unnecessities
in no perspective

You say you think
of me, amongst
the ballads you make
after buzzing
in your life

Be well you say
every day
My farewell with you
as I perceive
is in your hands

Do not leave me
you say I think I have
no evidence
God bless me, and you
Bless us

I scream out
loud while you spend
time enjoying
I call my mother
to save my life

Life is a spear
keeps me straight up
while up and down
I march I run You run

I have no life
no light
no slight
just oblige to wait
until the death comes

Miseries that follow you.

miseries, you little beasts
leave me, abandon my ship
set down your anchor
in a different deep

miseries, you big beasts
on the journey, I coined
a term "my life",
the end of the world

miseries, you flat feet
made me begging
for the things nobody
will give you coin for

miseries, the darkness
die or be nice
I am telling you
or I leave my life