To that Poet: That I am a Human Who Loves
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| Ade's Muse - Dotun |
I am so much as soil,
and soil with air moving,
air that moves in organs.
Soil with organs and blood,
but as much as that which man walks on.
and soil with air moving,
air that moves in organs.
Soil with organs and blood,
but as much as that which man walks on.
That I am a human given birth to
so hurriedly, so impatiently, so painfully:
hurriedly like shooting stars;
impatiently like Jonah praying for delivery;
painfully like the ozone layer enduring holes
and the Earth heating up so recklessly.
Recklessness was my name;
I took that debenture of emotions from nature,
what sentiments I must pay back
when life is drained from I
like oceans of the earth kept in a basket.
That I am a human who must live and die.
so hurriedly, so impatiently, so painfully:
hurriedly like shooting stars;
impatiently like Jonah praying for delivery;
painfully like the ozone layer enduring holes
and the Earth heating up so recklessly.
Recklessness was my name;
I took that debenture of emotions from nature,
what sentiments I must pay back
when life is drained from I
like oceans of the earth kept in a basket.
That I am a human who must live and die.
That I am a poet, some called the Bard,
or I am so bad, some called the Hack:
that is the badity and badness;
embracing the imperfect languages of men,
for we are both imperfect.
I do not live long in my pens,
nor that pine that has engraved my name
on its sweet, succulent pulp,
not long that I get the ransom for living,
a lasting comfort in minutes of affection;
shadows of them only passed by me,
and left me, a human with those memories.
That I am a human who couldn't write perfect love.
or I am so bad, some called the Hack:
that is the badity and badness;
embracing the imperfect languages of men,
for we are both imperfect.
I do not live long in my pens,
nor that pine that has engraved my name
on its sweet, succulent pulp,
not long that I get the ransom for living,
a lasting comfort in minutes of affection;
shadows of them only passed by me,
and left me, a human with those memories.
That I am a human who couldn't write perfect love.
That I am a human who must love,
and a human who loves,
for no soil
knows not
its particles.
and a human who loves,
for no soil
knows not
its particles.
That I am a human who loves
and so craizly, crazily, I can give my breath,
if it will make her earn the next second to breathe, but.
That I am just fleshy without
and souly within
and spirited in all.
and so craizly, crazily, I can give my breath,
if it will make her earn the next second to breathe, but.
That I am just fleshy without
and souly within
and spirited in all.
That I am a human who loves you, Dotun,
but as human, had those ugly decisions,
meant to be good, but really ugly.
What did I do?
but as human, had those ugly decisions,
meant to be good, but really ugly.
What did I do?
Answer thou, if thou wouldst tell.
What insincerity be in a child?
What mischief be genuine?
What integrity there be not?
What insincerity be in a child?
What mischief be genuine?
What integrity there be not?
Hath thou searcheth their heart
and findeth mire?
Hath thou looketh into his chambers,
roses that are thorny,
sun that casts shadows,
water that drowns ships?
Hath you findeth those and wondereth?
I knowest hast not.
Hast not seen the ingenuousness of love,
nor hast come so close you seeth sulphuric love,
burning down the heart of one.
How plainly he has love you,
and has laid his life before you death near.
He paid ransom with a generation,
and his sacrifice is love,
for as a child scared in the desert
who has seen only the infernal mirage,
he hast told you to go,
as world was deserted and future seemed inferno.
That he is a human who can love and sacrifice love.
and has laid his life before you death near.
He paid ransom with a generation,
and his sacrifice is love,
for as a child scared in the desert
who has seen only the infernal mirage,
he hast told you to go,
as world was deserted and future seemed inferno.
That he is a human who can love and sacrifice love.
How he has your name on his lips,
and he drank water, and a child was grown,
and wisdom and understanding
and what mirage is and the unclear he knows;
he knows how you feel.
The tsunami already washed us away,
but you haven't sunk.
I have drowned, but have lived again;
lived again I only to die again,
if my wisdom is so humane that
my memories of you,
as though an anchor bound to me,
is fast drowning me,
fast taking me back.
I stretch forth my hands,
only you can bring me out,
for on that coast, that bank,
there were just two people,
you and I.
That I am a human who can sink.
and he drank water, and a child was grown,
and wisdom and understanding
and what mirage is and the unclear he knows;
he knows how you feel.
The tsunami already washed us away,
but you haven't sunk.
I have drowned, but have lived again;
lived again I only to die again,
if my wisdom is so humane that
my memories of you,
as though an anchor bound to me,
is fast drowning me,
fast taking me back.
I stretch forth my hands,
only you can bring me out,
for on that coast, that bank,
there were just two people,
you and I.
That I am a human who can sink.
That I am a human who loves
and want to be with you,
conflagrations in mirage are now morale,
but the love is not there, here.
That I am a human who will die
without love is why
my ink is blood,
my tears are leucocytes,
my book is flesh
and pen is tearing into pieces,
as blood longs for love
and I long for saturation
and and and
and that a human I am
and and
and that I loved you
and
and that I love you
and.
and want to be with you,
conflagrations in mirage are now morale,
but the love is not there, here.
That I am a human who will die
without love is why
my ink is blood,
my tears are leucocytes,
my book is flesh
and pen is tearing into pieces,
as blood longs for love
and I long for saturation
and and and
and that a human I am
and and
and that I loved you
and
and that I love you
and.
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