Thoughts of ignorance (Complex poetic form)
Thoughts of ignorance and you dance for me
until I became the only movement… This tango wears
my feelings, and I get rid of all bad thoughts
be enlightened. I am a clear and distinct Cartesian object.
on this pyramidal mountain peak, where
the echoes are almost forever lost on the horizon.
Let us sing, either with power, or with angels, or with freedom,
nothing more, no more songs, but a swing song,
a prothalamus, which
clearly,
directly,
correctly,
Really
nothing less than the clarity of our true feelings
and nothing more than the rectitude of our right angles of vision.
There is the fullness of our love, where
God is knowable, whether voluntary or involuntary.
We can’t see yet
comfort one another
in our sufferings,
unless we are sadly caught up in His
endless cycle of love There is, in fact,
a cognitive itch
and a divination using the human form
being alive,
when life is not alive in its own sense
except eternity.
we can be good people
through this consciousness of ours,
who is relentless and thoughtful,
especially when it becomes an object itself.
I’m not myself
I’m just this reaction of mine
in front of others
like a doppelgänger in the mirror.
The more I feel that time passes
the more I understand eternity.
However, turn, turn to live every second without return.
There is no yellow horse in our dreams,
neither is this golden field of ripe wheat
our land of freedom
The sun still shines on each sunflower still green
Following it from east to west every day.
I am spellbound by
the oscillating sound cadence
of the birds singing in the pyramids
and on the mountain tops.
Lost in Blue (Triple Boketto Poem)
The victims have no place to stay;
Refugees are turned away
When night falls today
Nobody asks why.
Life is passing.
Children need food to stay alive.
And make an effort to survive
lost in blue
How difficult is it to live there?
All your new diseases are rare.
In this worldwide wave of prayer,
Where serpents may lie
Life is passing.
The sands fall through the hourglass.
Hope withers like grass
lost in blue
Behind the new hidden walls,
Close to the sky and the wet waterfalls,
Life dances the calls of death
To turn the eye.
Life is passing.
Chaos cannot rise above,
When people look for love,
lost in blue
