sitting
thinking
watching
what goes
on and on every
day but at such a rate
of speed
time exceeding
light might this be
how time travel feels
from my bench speedily
future time lapse seems to be
feeding
pigeons rapidly
so dastardly so to
be throwing seeds
at machine gun speeds
as if to kill but will reverse
the clock
slower until
turning over time
until going backwards
with words now in past tense
tension making me think who i was
so as if
in Dickens
to see my beginnings
begin again watching myelf
watching television of a given year
'77 a Czechoslovakian movie remembered
"Tomorrow
I Will Wake and
Scaled Myself With
Tea" though really it's
coffee but time travel is
so exhausting forgetting
forgotten
some simple
memories that
flash before me
still presently sitting
on a park bench in real-time
Love is a beautiful thing…
Love…that’s what we in English say…
In Italian and in Spanish…they pronounce it amore.
In Czechoslovakian it’s pronounced Lazka…in French it is L’amor
No matter where you come from…love’s a word we all adore….
In sign language it is said with the hands…and it may come as no surprise
It often goes unspoken…when we say it with our eyes.
Yes, love is a beautiful word…in any language it has a beautiful ring…
and whenever we’re lucky enough to hear it…or see it…
We know…
Love…is a beautiful thing
I need this translated into Czechoslovakian
so I can send the translation back to a
Czechoslovakian woman named Anna Moon.
This is my interpretation of an interpretation.
Jim Horn
And yet, when I saw his silhouette,
Was lost with silent darkness, I regret;
Like Moon in sky am pale but sound
With him wanted to get off the ground.
The figure in the dark did become lost
Moon with yellow was modestly embossed
And know my love for him now is lost in time,
His love is no more which once was sublime.
The sky above me, slowly brightens,
Each star disappears which sky whitens
In my heart still feel his love for me
Strings of desire are sadness no longer ecstasy.
Our love has stop being in the landscape,
Sun dries tear drops as each one will drape
My forehead as I snapped and he did desperately cry;
I responded, "Give me hope on that I can rely."