Poetry is FUN! -- PART II
 

The Messenger

I have of late begun to strive
to alter and to modify
the patterns of my waking life,
that I may sleep when does the day,
and wake when ends the night.

But denizens of darkness may
(as I, for having been awake
at those strange hours when the night
appears to shatter and to make
of earnest shadows earnest light)...

Confess addiction to the Sight.
And profits (as a trader may
who trades between opposing States)
have I with earthly jealousy
deposited to bank. My fate...

Is (now that I've accepted blame
for trafficking in madness) sealed.
And for my efforts to reclaim
a place among the healed,
who straddle dawn and dusk, have I...

Inherited a fatal lot.
The envoys of my ilk, who brought
the gifts of needed medicine,
were thanked with murder. While you sleep,
we are the villains you have been.



03 August, 2002

Just saw this:

The Death Pain!

Everyone is wondering what is feel like to be dead... is it so painful, peace, cold or sadness...

I was wondering everytime I walked on the street, I feel something else that carried away by the wind,

walking in silence, passing by people who I might knew and seeing them if they could feel me and remember me...

How could I wish I could be sky, seeing all the world and as well people will be seeing me...

Why is it so unfair? and seeing people differently...

everytime I passed by, stare and gaze, why is it I couldnt see the wonders and the beauty...

yet I couldnt see the darkness and feel nothing and empty about it...

Why it is I hear only the mourning, bawling, weeping and the unpleasant sounds of silence

I feel the death pain luring me, enticing me to be with...

Look and breath with me...

will you be there to save me???

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