About Me
I’LL GO, I’LL NOT REGRET
I'll go again, if I'm going to, then I do not think about anything.
I will not regret this quietness.
(2010 Jun 18, 19)
I TOOK A HUG
I took a hug,
she was warm and even crumby,
much taller as me,
endways ascend on the sky.
I was in haste,
but he never misguided.
I can recall them all,
still oak stand first.
(2009)
JOYOUS ME
Joyously I exist, walk, watch, think, argue.
Sleeping is grievous while all is tranquil -
I am happy and creative at night.
I like rain, till I am safe and dry.
I like Mr. Bean and Forrest Gump.
Frequently the homely coppice reflects,
where I walk barefoot and lick my dishes.
Stare all and everybody. The fancy trolls,
a foreign-terrestrials, ginger's, freckles,
fresh hug and face with a smile.
I hold on my friends and brother
and infatuated to the rat-butterflies, ravens,
flowers, and snails. I talk with my cat and dog.
In my mind I apostrophise dusk, sun and era.
Yack, if I wish and substance be found.
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Often happiness is invisible and ground of that sky is here...
(2008 Jul 26)
I WAS AS TREE
Among my heart-silence I was a tree.
Branch range as the whirlwind,
treetop bend to the skyline,
residence present as flying bird.
On my hillsides fussy commonness
and in snout-den sit an eremite,
throng what under dome of the sky
is dream for dragon who falled asleep.
(2007, translated 2008)
Love
NOT MUCH, ONLY FIVE FINGERS
Even now a little regret
scared, and be shortfall of...
I spin out my toes and hands.
Peculiar deathly and laughably
misty memory of wonted home
and the great, now distant,
always ample-finger nation.
Truth is still encouraging –
once again we will meet there.
(2010 Apr 20)
GURGLING
Beautiful butterfly,
your shiny petals smite my soul,
clear wisdom is their courageous gurgle.
(2009 Okt 25)
HANKERING OF OLD AFRICAN
Lots of stars in the sphere,
they echoing from the ocean,
crying to the straying childern,
who are roving in the ranges,
call to be colored as a flame,
with eternal-lighten skin.
Sky-tree grows to be a ductile garland* --
mark, that suddenly rifts a gloom.
Ooh, emigrating folks,
who are rambling far in emptiness!
You are awaited to revive at the fireside.
Dying fire, sanguine in anyplace,
stands out from the coal-face.
Even fair on the white skin it is,
shining like a moon...
Ooh, emigrating folks,
awaited from the starry Nightfall,
as the sky birds!
FACES
Yellowish is face of yielding Chinese.
Face of Islanders is seasoned windwar.
Wine glow on visage-terrain -- Viennese.
Beak in feathered face of sea swallow.
Furry cat with slimy nose.
A Beloved face looks so twee,
is sickening to see a sworn.
Why run instead of love
and present calm for pest?
ROMANTIC NOVEL
You deceit me, you are lying,
my charity, my gold,
my mercy, my silver,
today I know price of you!
Progression
STEADILY IS TODAY
Time flowing is depth to where we fall.
All of the past is like a wall
which is endlessly retted in jiffies,
belongs for the unresponsive time flow.
Maybe we have a good life
while restricted only to trice?
Steadily I settled in today,
which is why I feel guarded.
(2010 May 31)
UNDER BACKWOODS
While you to get nowhere under backwoods, and thereby
can you really bravely stirring on the leading line?
Who things out the stone fields, greeneries and even the pine,
its release might for wises and who blunder away.
(2009 Okt 20)
WAYFARER WITH THE LORD
Aimlessly I was sauntered.
A God walked towards to me.
Was like a kind of the man.
We greeted, we still talked.
He was a hoary, of course.
(2007,2008)
WORLD WHEEL
Still I remember hunch and dimness.
Now spine is straight,
but inside go on ancient walk.
Lives be over,
Once more world as ash fall off.
(2007Apr,2008)
TIME AND SOUL
Other age, other space.
Much space, few time.
Many eyes, all blind.
Many voices, one ear, deaf as well.
One manhole, one sweep.
Wind cough, man sneezing.
Heat a sweep in winter cold.
Icing manhole.
Many voices, all harshes.
Other day, fresh spell.
High fancy, few day.
TWIG IS BYGONE
Raindrop in darkness is realm in rachis.
Star and fire - timeless now.
Silence is home for nameless delectation.
Star and fire - timeless now.
NEW SUN
Restful path of the stars of expectation
not tranquilize cry of the dying solar,
yet subduing a Goat-star prancing on sphere.
Further four age and a chips of sun begin
long voyage to defreeze ice on the skyway.
Sun turns shes frayed face,
Moon lifts his visor,
The globe gives out his soul,
Existence starts a question.
Coming from tomorrow to ancient,
from confusion of being
to timeless movless nothingless.
World
ELOHARIUM GODS
Gods on mountains take a decisions,
lavish more for whom abase to pray.
Go down in era of Celestial Kings,
quavery Earth then save up own tribute.
(2007/2008)
SILICEOUS REPORTER
Current frame of mind --
grief, felicity, rage,
dullness, love, thirst
and how you get a sleep.
Either I get a call again
or was it a transmission
and you stay in pet shop,
follower barely distress.
How fresh is air and water,
why much more I eat a meat,
whitch prove dermal and hemo.
Silicon chip is the broker.
(2006-2008)
WHICH ARE THEY?
They slink on the dusky ways
in gutter and chilly white forest
for forage out of troubling you.
Lone wolf knows
who's are they eating worms,
acorns or piles on the ground.
Why we forbidding cruelly,
unpeekly, and not give better?
They sorrofully leave from the Earth
while as there is a person's way.
Anyway we know to speak about hospitality
and kidness, but brothers, although farthers.
Unexpectedly they present regarding,
tacitly afforded place on spaceship,
I leaved with ringing shame in head.
Then sane occurence of human,
in chance to say, nothig exist!
Occasioally arrive brothers from socondary earth,
they are as gods for we as simple-minded persons.
Gaming
FAIRY TALE FORESTS
Living forests and mermaidly sea,
always there something happen.
Deep silence and beat of heart.
Feat on heart and creepy violence
is scraped on bark with bloody nail.
SQUASHY SPEEDWAY
The asphalt smells charmingly,
turns squashy, doughy under foot.
Sun bright, vaporing head,
sodden, tardy, illuminating.
(<2006)