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Topic: My Poems Posted: 07-May-2012 at 20:29 |
Whisper /picture by Fatta Halla/ Whisper Feral in my ear - trickle little words Like a torrent in the night, echo of lost burns Like a moan of falling tree, desperation mute - Like a cloud in the sky that is following suit Whisper me of ends and starts, and of new and old Winds that tear the flesh of night in a senseless storm Whisper me of bullets runs, close to ear and skin, Whisper me on madness nude falling on her knee. Whisper! In this whisper yours let me lose my tracks So I cannot come again to where my voice grew rasp, Nor can I retrace my mind and my arched back - So it be forever lost - and be doomed to last For eternity or two, and a second blind Whisper me of what you know, and of what I gasp. Whisper Feral in my ear and forget it there. For it's not a misdemeanor - what is fit to Bear. DQ
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Posted: 09-May-2012 at 17:20 |
Cleopatra /picture by Fattah Halla/
I value life, but will not beg for it - so be it! I know when the war is lost - now pay the cost. For all the mornings of this life are not enough To make me pay a price for them that is too rough.
So all my rivers and my lakes, remember me And all my roads and my paths - still mine please be For I will not have you in my day, but still I do Have hold of you in my last sleep - as you do too.
All my waters and my suns, my waves and starts - Lay with me for one last time - and be my guard, Be my expression and my past - my future now Is bound to be my last hug - and my last bow.
My elegance, my last small favor - my sister-snake, Come with me and take me where I shall wake - On one last journey, one last run, one last abandon - For it's the time to go - and pay the ransom
For life and charm, and battle, and ambition, For all that I had done, and all my missions, For all my loves, and expectations, and my freedom - For free to be in death is also reason. DQ
Edited by Don Quixote - 09-May-2012 at 19:57
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Posted: 19-May-2012 at 17:22 |
There is a promontory in the northern part of Bulgaria's Black Sea shore, called Kaliakra, and on it a medieval castle was built. Legend has it that during the Middle Ages a group of Turks devastated a village close to the promontory, and the only survivors, 40 young girls, ran and locked themselves into the castle. The Turks surrounded it, and when the girls realized the castle will fall and they will be caught and enslaved, they got each other by the hands and jumped into the sea from the wall of the castle. They say that if one listens to the waves that beat the shore at night, among they roar he can hear their voices, singing songs from the sea bottom. Legend of Kaliakra /picture by Yanko Yankov/ Hand in hand in hand in hand - count it to forty Forty fates upon the rock - forty hearts are panting Forty breaths will be cut - in the coldest chasm Eighty eyelids will be shut - and won't be ever risen. Forty souls chose to go - into the Unknown Forty minds are in one - facing the cold stone Forty young lives will be lost - but not forty honors Forty choices are been made - this world's door to close. Open, paths of ancient depth, slumbering for ages! For the eighty feet to come - elegant and slender Open up for eighty arms - ready for embrace Open up for eighty lips - that toward you race, Open up for forty hearts - filled with forty spirits For you gain now forty angels - adopt forty kids! Open, give them one last home - for this one they chose Entering the realm of lore that will never close. DQ
Edited by Don Quixote - 19-May-2012 at 17:29
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Posted: 05-Aug-2012 at 08:12 |
Sea Waves Waves of Hands goes every way - And every way goes Sea Waves. Untouchable - unhurtable - unpacked With pain and gore and everything that lacks All touch and passion, kisses and sway - Go Sea Waves, go on your secret ways Between and up and down and low and high So light and hard and yonder and so nigh So hot and cold and salty and so baked There is no way to call it all, can just take. And so the day is slowly going rife - I'm gonna give myself to Sea tonight. DQ
Edited by Don Quixote - 20-Aug-2012 at 14:13
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Posted: 12-Aug-2012 at 06:35 |
In the Ancient Odessos I told them - "I'll stay here for while" They told me "Äre you doing this for man'"? No, not for man - but for the waves on ancient Sea And for the Sand that never ever dead will be For windy Evenings, slow Stroll and salty Downs - For all the things that won't desire to tie me down For lulling sounds that all night are keeping beat And for the freedom to be mine unspotted Me. DQ
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Posted: 15-Sep-2012 at 15:12 |
Waterfall and I Waters running through my fingerrs - Waterfall Waters wash my brains away - Waterfall Waters thirsty make me yet - Waterfall Ad evenings empty ones without Waterfall. Time comes and goes I swim through it - Waterfall Like sun in waves, like no and yes - Waterfall Like night in bottles, waves in sipa - Waterfall Be time so fast si I can swim - Waterfall. My skin is dry, my soul is cracked, Waterfall Mi mind is blind, my eyes are burnt, Waterall Wash Me in You, take me for you, Waterfall I know Waters are so deep, Waterfall. DQ
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Posted: 17-Sep-2012 at 06:22 |
Falling Falling out of control All safety nets are gone Falling all though flame and snow And through time and stone Falling al through skin and shout And through bone and run With my mind so gone in Riot And my sences burnt. Like a Desert in a spasm Like a Rock in cracks All my knowns and unkowns Shelved on dusty racks. Falling with the strenth unknown That ony Fall can do - Through sunny days and rainy hours Falling hard for you. DQ
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Posted: 19-Sep-2012 at 07:04 |
Thief Your name is Thief - a thief of Thoughts - And you stole all my thoughts All my thoughts are in your hands And in your back pocket All my thoughts so run to you Sliding on your face All my thoughts are on the Run - Towards you race Like a Bluebird in the sky And Mustang in heat... All my thoughs are yours to have - You are such a Thief. DQ
Edited by Don Quixote - 19-Sep-2012 at 07:19
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Posted: 19-Sep-2012 at 08:06 |
Bind Me Bind me in my bones to you - Bind me in mY bones - Every knucke to your knucke - Bind my hands to yours. Bind my sholders to your shoulders, And my arms to yours So in hug the roots are growing Faster than a storm. Bind my legs aboud your waist Feet deep in your spine So under the hurricane They will not resign. Bind your skull upon your skull In an endless kiss So as the Time eats through all flesh Somehow Us to miss. DQ
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Posted: 22-Sep-2012 at 07:49 |
Just So My soul is eternal roaming Stranger My body - horse without saddle on a race The wildest storms had had a home for me All winds I ride in their meeting place All loses had become my home forever All troubles left a mark on my forehead And all my days are all my empty ranges And all the mountains my only silent friends. I gave up many paths and many shelters A steep price payed for every living breath - I can afford to beat my own rhythm I can be what I can allow myself. So let me place my hands around your face And pull your troubles out for a spell For I have nothing, so have nought to carry For I have none, I can kiss yours away. Put your hands over my hands, And your load they'll take Lay your body over mine and you will forget - I will let you lose yourself in my hurricane. Like a leaf caresses leaf on the branch of life Let me touch your pains away in my eternal hands. For minute, for an hour, day, or month, or life - I will take away your troubles - In my roaming Heart. DQ
Edited by Don Quixote - 22-Sep-2012 at 08:01
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Posted: 23-Sep-2012 at 10:08 |
My Hands My hands are two eternal birds Flying from time before tme They've seen the Earth before the Earth The Earth itself had become, They've knwon the Sea when the Sea Was youngster and a brat They hugged the Air fo so long That Air itself forgot. The understand the awesone power That tore the earthcrust in two They've seen the continents go up And seas and lakes fall down. My hands were friends with volcanoes And lovers of quakes... They told me that after all that Are ready You to take. DQ
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Posted: 24-Sep-2012 at 10:40 |
The Spell of the Magic Potion By the Power of Flowers And the Sway of Waves By the Tears of the Deers And the Echo of the Caves, By the Freedom of the Beetles And the Tricle of the Rain By the Slyness of the Foxes And Mortality of Men, By all the Powers Beneath That Under us Storm By all the Powers Above - A bid you - make me yours. DQ
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Posted: 26-Oct-2012 at 06:18 |
It's Just So What the Rubicon has wrought will finish at Philippi - Between the shades are laid, knives and bodies gripping Social talk, small talk, bedtalk - poetry is written Crush the walls at Rubicon, damn me at Philippi. If the devil is to pay - Devil takes the pity... Red rain drwa the Rubicon, desert is Philippi. ll the choices are in line, the undead are sleeping My hadns hold my Rubicon and deny Philippi.
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Posted: 27-Oct-2012 at 13:51 |
And Lights are tearing the Night And the Bells are Tolling Flow the flow upon the flow When the Time is Rolling. Dark is turning into Dawn And the Storms are storming Wind me Wind upon the Wind While the Roam is Roaming. Minutes run and hours fly Away Life is going Hit me Hit upon the Hit While the Bells are Tolling. DQ
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Posted: 28-Oct-2012 at 08:00 |
Waking Don't withdraw your soul from me When the night still Screams Kill the balance with a Storm - For it deposit silts Don't deduct nor thoughts nor words Or measure rain by ounce Of all that pours when skies are dry Give me no account Don't remember what was done, What was said and cried Don't take notes nor memories For they will be dry Like stone taken in your shoe - Take this taste of Life Let it be your aching breath In your waking hour. DQ
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Posted: 18-Apr-2013 at 09:09 |
The Bridge That Never Ends
I know a Bridge upon the Sea here the horizon sleeps
And this Bridge will never kiss the End that's coming near
And on it's exhausted legs hard tries he to stand
Amidst all the silent Screams I hear him cry:
"Bend me, time, upon the grove for the hour's near
When the air will get thick and the Future clear
Hit me hard and let it go for every second's dear
And the Armies on the Throne will take it from here.
Power makes the Power grow - Reason wipes it Clean
And while I dream above, the bottom lies so near -
Depths in blue and Shades in green, charge the Iron Bow
And the minute torn apart - is the one who knows.
Make me fly and bend my arms - so they hug the sky
For the hands will be dead one day for long time,
Take my heart and feed the birds, so they take it up
Turn my screams into a Stream - so they forever run"
So the Bridge is singing songs long into the night
And the silent Sky above takes it to be right.
One day there won't be Bridge, lonely Sky will think
What a beautiful Bird Soul was chained in it's brinks.
DQ
Edited by Don Quixote - 18-Apr-2013 at 10:31
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