I'm the timidest if by your side I am,
why don't you get it? you are not like them,
a philosopher with the masses,
a dumb when you use your glasses.
It is not that you scare my heart,
it is just that any word is useless,
only for decency I cut the throat of Muteness,
then I hide my bloody pugio from Love's false start.
An universe of eulogies say I could,
I want you to understand that I'm not rude,
please forgive my mouth's spechless misses,
Love's grammar is full of music, dance, hugs, smiles, moans, sighs and kisses.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Cheshire says...
"If love is still where you cannot reach, you should look for it once you have experienced more in life as time passes, for now, take care of the hearts you already have".
Missing ËarVilya #3
My love, where are you my love?
I am looking at that roundy shiny,
but without you it is just too tough,
bearing the pitiful image of my spirit tiny.
Amazed by its milky whiteness,
which evoked me your honest happiness,
I felt your arms around my snowy chest,
and a nice kiss in my neck induced me to rest.
I could perceive kind of bigger the moon,
trusting she protects you as Melissë does,
my relish kept as the essence of my oustanding lass;
my Sapphire, I only hope to see you soon...
I am looking at that roundy shiny,
but without you it is just too tough,
bearing the pitiful image of my spirit tiny.
Amazed by its milky whiteness,
which evoked me your honest happiness,
I felt your arms around my snowy chest,
and a nice kiss in my neck induced me to rest.
I could perceive kind of bigger the moon,
trusting she protects you as Melissë does,
my relish kept as the essence of my oustanding lass;
my Sapphire, I only hope to see you soon...
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Missing ËarVilya #2
In graceful dance of delicate steam,
I am exhorted to sip this deep dark drink,
once in sticky cobweb, Jabberwock made me scream,
horrible emptiness in a non-stop blink.
Understood, as it was, the tongue of my pain,
your cloudy smile showed that it was not the clove,
neither the cinnamon, nor cardamom, nor blurange stain,
insipidly anxious, the tottery swindle I clove.
An odd amalgam startled my ground,
bittersweet melancholy through Anubis' twilight,
embalming my doubts I enjoyed my flight,
within sighs your tenderness I had found.
I am exhorted to sip this deep dark drink,
once in sticky cobweb, Jabberwock made me scream,
horrible emptiness in a non-stop blink.
Understood, as it was, the tongue of my pain,
your cloudy smile showed that it was not the clove,
neither the cinnamon, nor cardamom, nor blurange stain,
insipidly anxious, the tottery swindle I clove.
An odd amalgam startled my ground,
bittersweet melancholy through Anubis' twilight,
embalming my doubts I enjoyed my flight,
within sighs your tenderness I had found.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Cheshire says...
"Your curiosity is necessary but not sufficient, reject only your ignorance and you may survive..."
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