dead...that's what you are...
dead...for all, you are...
clumsy hands are all that are
left for you...
mutatis mutandis,
praemonitus,
praemunitus eris
sed qui me dixit moritum
est hominibus?
qui me dixit, non est,
sed somnum habere?
and that waking up was a thing that just wasn't there...
but I WAS to believe...
yahweh...blasphemous..."jehovah's" children...
yahoo!...is yet, the talk of the times...
sitting idyllic on the brick wall...denuded...red all over...
are you out of your mind?...what's the matter?
...and the hose-pipe is set...the thoughts gush out...smothering you...
it's been the dark night's work...and I am sitting all alone...
thinking 'bout you...you, who's not there...
and never to have known you with days passing by...
I probably will never commit...
there's so much do now and such little time...
that I cannot forget...
what you were...you are...
Jan 10, 2010
Jan 10, 2010 at 2:56 AM UTC
Rastapopulus is a wonderful name
taking time to be said
taking the length of your tongue to be out
and when you finally do speak it
a while more to sink it
and when you thought you'd just had it
it's then you realise
that it IS...AND it IS...
RASTAPOPULUS
what is in a name?
would the rose, given another name,
smell less sweet?...
then what is it?...
how do you call someone who just had arrived,
doesn't tell you his name,
or hers, for that matter,
does it suffice to say
...you ARE...who you are...
Jan 10, 2010
Jan 10, 2010 at 2:53 AM UTC