What I have done?
When the distance of the lusty killing
Or the thing he has touched, the hours that brazen
On the peak of this wind's falls, the beauty
Thought which I was still sleeping
With pain I could feel, you're still walking
The wounds upon the strangled memory I hold,
All become so unhealthy, implored, and hard to swallow.
What I have done?
For many who have dreamed or were just drifting
The treasure of living up into the exhaustless dawn,
The brave word I loved or it never was.
How could I fail if I am the same bloody
Soul you have made me to believe on you?
Tell me, dear morning, or you dying evening,
For what I fell by giving you all my love,
I've failed to feel you after you have disappeared!
Shall I say these is love, fondled declaration,
Or just the denial of man's things.
What a good for it when at every dream I have been
Or the waves I watched through the window of the night
And now, the holy light of this day blinded me
And surpassing me what I felt all have already gone!
Tell me, please, what I have done?
Categories:
exhaustless, confusion, grief, me,
Form: Ballad
They tell me now
The economy is like a minibus
The small space for few
Carry the nation to work
And church, and school,
And the cosmic edge
Of life
The daring ones hanging on
From open doors
No inhibition
Or fear
From the contest of words
Tracing tongues tumult
In wreckless whim
And all the time they carousing
Pretending meaning
Bigger than empire
That minibus with capacity
Exhaustless
And breathless
Turns of wrecklessness.
They tell me
She holds her own in the third world
Bewteen Crossroads and Papine.
Categories:
exhaustless, history
Form: Free verse