I swear by the night sky that songs are made for you.
By the moon and Venus,
by the sun and Mars,
by every moment when heavenly lovers meet, I swear
that whenever I looked up at this blue dome,
your thought had already sparked in my soul.
I close my eyes
and laugh at their mockery:
the mockery of your dried tea
at the bottom of the cup,
your empty place on the backrest,
and the door you never close behind you.
Believe me—
we are the fixed stars, not they.
We are here
day and night,
always present at sunrise and sunset.
They come and go,
while we remain as we are,
and you—
the central sun
that is no longer here.
Life Without Eyes to glaze
Is abundant abandonnes
That in this enjoyment of things in halves
Looking and never see things engraves
This hearing of things praised but I do not see
This hearing of annoyed crowd sounds such as the bee
Your promises sweetheart that are never fulfilled
I hear your nerves smile even when my eyes are killed
My sight to install is in your strength to fall dearest
That my esteemed love for you can prove strong harvest
My nerves, blood, heart is to function
With this backrest in finding reaction
Life without Eyes to glaze
Is abundant abandonnes
Life Without Eyes to glaze
Is abundant abandonnes
That in this enjoyment of things in halves
Looking and never see things engraves
This hearing of things praised but I do not see
This hearing of annoyed crowd sounds such as the bee
Your promises sweetheart that are never fulfilled
I hear your nerves smile even when my eyes are killed
My sight to install is in your strength to fall dearest
That my esteemed love for you can prove strong harvest
My nerves, blood, heart is to function
With this backrest in finding reaction
Life without Eyes to glaze
Is abundant abandonnes
A friend cast to the land of a distinct
Frigid base, she said...
Lonesome embraced the yearn, mum likewise
Forfeit the identity, stumbled to the pivot of stir
A missed scraped of self-consciousness
The alert of all mistaken
Failed which taken about the half year of a time
Still another year kindly to visit
Await is the other chapter of her book which filled by the tears and sweats
Those eyes desiccated
Fagged had spun for the still
Tiring had mourned upon her fool
If only the existence able to teleport or be returned
Indeed I knew
Thou heart rooted within
Seeks the pedestal of berth and backrest for a lean
Fell into a soot of mother-earth and longing for the creatures which stood upon
Once thou reborn
Morphed into the maturer form
And when the time has come
Every single cells of glory threw pride upon sun
For the down valley beneath her soul taught the life lessons
Afar from a distinct revealed the pavement of her inner soul
Nevertheless frigid base undertaken the coral of her blizzard
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A hundred thousand million stars
Are twinkling over head
And twice as many questions are
Burning in my head
Who was that man, why was he there
The reasons still elude
Can monkeys talk and squirrels fly
Do bears poop in the woods
My addled brain like bingo balls
Lets fly these jumbled thoughts
Is there pattern in the sequence
And can the math be taught
Do policemen’s heads go to the top
Of the silly hats they wear
Do stools built with a backrest
Become a dining chair
If atoms are not joined at all
What’s in the space between
And why are roses never blue
And why are plant leaves green
Why won’t they let me out of here
I think they’re being mean
What is asylum anyway
And what does all this mean?
Candle lit quarters..
bearing colorful carpet...
and his wooden chair.
·
With a curved backrest,
of somber reddish-brown wood;
upholstered green straw.
·
and in his absence...
a lit candle takes his place:
...two modern novels.
·
Vincent paint’s his muse,
in consistent loneliness...
...waiting for Gauguin.
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For Abe's Van Goh's of Van Gogh contest
the Painting is "Gauguin’s Chair"
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