Father : Further
— by Poet Kim Jang-hyun (J)
Within the fallen memories that you keep,
Your nostalgia was a bird bound for the deep.
That lonely wanderer of a mystic bar,
Was, perhaps, a drifting and a silent star.
Your beauty, standing in Maya all alone,
Was a yearning presence you have always known.
At the edge of exile, where your tears are shed,
You were the seed of pain from which we bled.
Upon a strange civilization's unknown bower,
You were a fleeting, passing pasqueflower.
Immutable, though all the worlds may shift,
Your gentle smile was a fading, distant gift.
That endless world where Maitreya shall reign,
Was the secret truth that you alone sustain.
Beyond the mountain, here within our view,
That flower, surely, was a part of you.
If you're happy, you're rich
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Farther is further
than you are now: yet you ask —
"Are We There Yet, Mum?"
one measures a distant throb
the other, what you yen for.
PLEASE OPEN THE STRAIT
THESE SHIPMENTS ARE GETTING LATE
IRAN SAYS JUST WAIT
I thought their smile a summer thing—
A warmth without a seam,
But frost will echo summer’s trust
When ends unmake the dream.
They bent as if a willow bends—
Compassion in its guise,
Yet paper leaves dissolve to ash
When winter tests their lies.
A friendship held in hollow hands
Will scatter like the dew,
For truth is not in what they claim
But what they fail to do.
So let them fade like lantern smoke
That drifts without a will—
A heart that’s real keeps burning on,
A counterfeit grows still.
In its winding, more confused
Now spread o'er, whilst deeper chilled
Of those doubts, shadowy
Does one mark, afar, fatigued
His own life's tracking feature.
Self-mourned for...that is me!
My own death doesn't scare me
But yours terrifies me
I pray my last breath is a sigh of relief
Sometimes I'll push you away
Hoping you'll just pull me closer
You could slit my throat
And with my last gasping breath
Id apologize for bleeding on your shirt
Id die for you, but little do you know I'm already dying
You see the girl on the outside
But if you saw the girl on the inside you'd leave to
You'd realize I'm broken beyond repair
I'm not who you think
I fake a smile everyday and you believe it
I tell myself I'm okay and even I don't believe it
I could promise you to be strong
but in reality I'd cross my fingers behind my back
I love you to death
but I'm not sure how much longer I can love you
Ive been holding my breath and trying to forget
But everytime i think back i feel regrets
So yeah, my death would be fine
But your would break me even more
Poets create verses about Eden
And why not? Shining wonders can be made
In this paradise of green garden shade
Like the most beautiful blondes from Sweden
But when wealth reeks like an opium den
Causing visions of fair maidens to fade
Each letter’s the type to join a tirade
Of mad words drafted with reluctant pen
Conscripted lines of iambic footmen
Bid a font farewell to their loving trade
These rhymes in retrograde orbit cascade
Against injustice which rises again
Position of the universe is right
For syllables to show a little fight
Sometimes, you end up
Wasting your time finding joy
On the other side.
Oh wife of mine
might I meet you
Might we
Might we
She a beautiful woman
with her own atmospheric
precance.
A charming glory of fondness
and glamour
As subtle as rain
and brash as the sea
a refreshing drink of water
Lady you
are too me
Ode to Love
I thank God your mine
Yielding to My Lovers Needs
She then more than eager
to yield to mine
complaints or favors
affording time
to be together
times Lovers should treasure
Every beat of every heart
Ever further from the start
Every ounce of every breath
Ever closer now to death
.
Welcome
Help yourselves to the
bramble's blackberries y'all
Remove your loafers and
your socks
indulge the rustic
uv this earth
it's verdant
twixt yourn toes
Admire the breeze
whilst i admire mine cailin's
lush
her patient wait for my return
hern digits roaming mine face
az though she were blind
Her kisses
hern pristine
touch
welcome to mine
roam
A yummy mother with pram is walking
to west Dulwich from West Norwood
The blind lady walks under scaffold
the gyrating lumps of bolts
gerates her white stick
and your plimsole beggar man asks for a pious 50p piece
what he can buy Lord knows!
Your street preacher with only pigeons as an audience
conjures a better day
until the expected gales up lifting
the tiles as an erstwhile punishment
for repentance
Should you need someone to lean on,
Try my shoulders; look no further.
Reach out to me from dust till dawn.
Should you need someone to lean on,
I'll ensure all your woes are gone;
Your troubles cease extending farther.
Should you need someone to lean on,
Try my shoulders; look no further.
I got taught that demons were these evil beings
Full of hate and sin
And they are but so are we
they used to be human
just like you and me
No one gave them a second chance
They all just went mad
They lost their humanity
they lost the path
They all fell down lower
into the pits of hell
Flames pilled high
Smoke acts like clouds in the sky
Ash is like the oxygen in our lungs
Just know that the most common sin we all have
It would most likely be Greed
It is easy to long for more
For better
You get worse as you go
We all want what's best
Sometimes we want it a little too much
We get it
then it gets plucked
right out of our very hands
Just out of reach
Get a grip
You can't
If I die
I want to try
To go further down
Then even the Devil himself
So that he can't reach me
as he did with my soul
Just out of reach
He can't get me now
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