THE LEGEND
to all of whom i've offended let me say;
it's the way i do.
i urged you to spend a few moments
the urge itself created the meaning
i've seen you among the stars
and I wanted you with me
if you were in the deserted heath
or among the isolated islets
still i'd have felt the same
you've seen me and have experimented
is your experience available to me?
Me, the catalyst in an ominous knell…
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to all of whom i've offended let me say;
it's the way i do.
i urged you to spend a few moments
the urge itself created the meaning
i've seen you among the stars
and I wanted you with me
if you were in the deserted heath
or among the isolated islets
still i'd have felt the same
you've seen me and have experimented
is your experience available to me?
Me, the catalyst in an ominous knell…
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IN-CLOSURES
I opened my mouth and it got shut
By itself as doors in those places.
I tried to breathe out but found it difficult
Even as necessary, now I go blank
I want words: would it help me evermore?
The few words that often brimmed up were:
"Could you just shut up?"
Ah! I'm just the same as them.
I expect them to be like me or in times unknown
I evolved through them…
How I fumble for words!
I hate this momoent which makes me irate.
I don't feel. Am I really dumb?
The words which I have are caught up in the air…
They have lost their way…
I opened my mouth and it got shut
By itself as doors in those places.
I tried to breathe out but found it difficult
Even as necessary, now I go blank
I want words: would it help me evermore?
The few words that often brimmed up were:
"Could you just shut up?"
Ah! I'm just the same as them.
I expect them to be like me or in times unknown
I evolved through them…
How I fumble for words!
I hate this momoent which makes me irate.
I don't feel. Am I really dumb?
The words which I have are caught up in the air…
They have lost their way…
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LEAVING FOR GOOD
Goodbye, my own gothic premises
I won't be for long with you
But I don't want to leave you as well
The stings of memories deep within
Imbibed wholly, are all that I have
History is different from what I hear now
The inflections of pre-dominant fancies
I am what I say, to behold is impossible
The kindergarten of various spheres in life
Over and over I filled myself,
Tilted it and, spilled all over
To fill it again, an unquenchable thirst!
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