Saturday, June 1, 2013

What i Call Poetry


I call Poetry, this emotion

Rowing against the stream of time

This darkness with big

Wide open eyes

This ocean of passion

Where i swim endlessly

Poetry is that nocturnal sun

This cursed song that

Vibes and dies in my throat

It's were the bells of

Provocation toll back and forth

I call poetry

This denial of light were

Synonyms become antonyms

Provoking the forbidden

Steeling the sense and the non-sense

in a sort of adventure

O Words

Sweet blasted words

you shall be the light of a new day

the dim light of new eras

the blinded eyes that

have seen more than they should see

the deaf ears that

Have heard more than they should hear

The broken arms that

Embraces all the love and all the passion

Evading the universe of fantasy

the phantoms of hazard

in their torn shrouds

the mythical beauty

That went by same as

Immaculate waters in once upon a time

Eternal spring

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