it's Christmas night and the red cars are gone to spread the Santa's bottles
all the people are looking out the window to see the lights and heard the bells ringing
the gates of magic will open, and the elves will bring the presents under the Christmas tree
hey, you forgot to worship in the holy place. the child was born here
and the king of the world will bring peace to the earth. the three magicians went a long way to worship him
was born to show you that everything is possible through giving. devoting yourself.
the world is making the latest preparations for the Christmas meal. everything is clean, aligned, orderly
Moms and dads look happy, everything is ready, beautifully wrapped gifts
only the moon was looking out the window. looks sad. her light shines on each fir tree
love, dedication, exaltation... words full of the gratitude of the gift's slaves. we will pass this Christmas too
we will eat, we will drink, we will enjoy. to the surface because deeply in the soul is the hell... empty, cold and frozeen
it is precisely the end of expectations and failures. carpe diem. gaudeamus igitur...
Categories:
igitur, voice, writing,
Form: Free verse
it's Christmas night and the red cars are gone to spread the Santa's bottles
all the people are looking out the window to see the lights and heard the bells ringing
the gates of magic will open, and the elves will bring the presents under the Christmas tree
hey, you forgot to worship in the holy place. the child was born here
and the king of the world will bring peace to the earth. the three magicians went a long way to worship him
was born to show you that everything is possible through giving. devoting yourself.
the world is making the latest preparations for the Christmas meal. everything is clean, aligned, orderly
Moms and dads look happy, everything is ready, beautifully wrapped gifts
only the moon was looking out the window. looks sad. her light shines on each fir tree
love, dedication, exaltation ... words full of the gratitude of the gift's slaves. we will pass this Christmas too
we will eat, we will drink, we will enjoy. to the surface because deeply in the soul is the hell... empty, cold and frozeen
it is precisely the end of expectations and failures. carpe diem. gaudeamus igitur...
Categories:
igitur, i am,
Form: Free verse
Descartes could only hope to be
from the simple act of thought;
yet I can hope for so much more
in feeling that which life has brought
Only can we hope to know,
to be, or not; 'tis fairly plain
through the feeling, all we share
the sublime to the mundane
Hear me, feel me, forget me not;
hate me, love me, part or whole
I feel, therefor compelled to write;
or cheat my very soul
Categories:
igitur, inspiration, philosophy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Have you thought about the music to send you on your way
If they played you Bach not Beethoven would there be hell to pay
I had to make the difficult choices when my father died
Mario Lanza ‘I’ll walk with God’ – oh how my mother cried
The Lithuanian National Anthem, of his heritage dad was proud
I can still picture him proudly singing it; he always sang it loud
Gaudeamus Igitur was another favourite song of dad’s
He would sing it regularly when he had a beer with the lads
Maybe its time now for you all to think ahead
For it will be too late when you are already dead
So think about the songs that you would choose
Do it while you are still here – you have nothing to lose!
16th August 2015
Categories:
igitur, music,
Form: Couplet