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 Dec 2013 Alastur Berit
moonlit
Dear Bull,
It's not even been 24 hours since you've passed and I already miss you. I know you were eight years old but I still believe you were taken from us too soon. I've been crying all day and I don't know how I'm going to cope without my best friend by my side. I truly hope you are in a better place and although I wish you hadn't gone so soon, I am glad to know that you are no longer in pain. I regret not getting to say goodbye to you but I didn't want to see you in so much pain. It tore me apart. I didn't know I could love something so much. It feels like a part of me has withered away. I know you loved running around the yard so I'm happy that you got to take one last stroll around your territory. We buried you in the backyard and we wrapped you in towels and blankets and we even put a pillow under your head so you'd be comfortable. So you could rest like you used to. I knew something was up when you didn't immediately go after your food, you loved food. And then you started throwing up. We thought it was just a stomach virus. But then it happened the next day, and the next day. We were going to take you to the vet on Monday but you didn't make it to Monday. I'm so proud that you still had the strength to get up and try to greet us like you did. I'm proud that you went knowing you were loved. And I'm so blessed to have had you in my life as long as I did. I will always always always love you and I will always miss you. I'm choking up while writing this. Sassy is whining for you and we all miss you dearly. I hope you're running around in Doggy Heaven, wagging your tail and getting a hold of every Milkbone snack you can find. You were the greatest dog ever. Know that I'll never forget you. Rest In Peace Bull, I hope to see you soon.
Love,
your favorite human,
Brandi.
 Dec 2013 Alastur Berit
Le Lotus
He used to call me every night
Just to make sure I had a pleasant day
When I'm sad, he cherished me up
When I cry, he lent me his shoulders and comfort me
Whenever we went out for date, he would held my hands
Before we say our goodbyes, he would kiss me and lean in whispering the 3 powerful sweet words "I LOVE YOU" which was never fail to send shiver down my spine

The way he moves, the way he acts, I'm just in love in every part of him
He showed me light when I'm lost
He is the sun, The unforgettable one
With him near, Sky was never dark
The light he brought along, Brighten up my whole world at all time

One day he walked away
He said he had never love me
He told me not to call him again, he won't pick up his phone, he won't call back

It has been months
I'm missing him, badly
I need those affection he used to give
I need those hands which were used to hold mine
I need him

Without him around, I'm dead
And I'm barely holding on

Then I found out he's dead
He got tumor, passed away a month ago
Half a year after our break up
His surgery failed
The fact that he broke with me because he was sick break my heart
About he had never love me, it was a lie
**** it! How can I know nothing about this?!

Without him around, I'm nothing less than an almost dead flower
Sways around whenever wind blows
I might fall at any moment

I'm scared and I'm barely holding on..
If I wrote down 'him' on a piece of paper right now,
10 years from now will I know who I was talking about?

If I wrote down his name,
10 years from now will it still give me the same feeling it does now?

If I saved a picture of us,
10 years from now will my heart still drop the same way?

Will the touch of your skin,
The smell of your body,
The taste of your lips,
The sound of your voice,
Still feel like heaven from the lotion you can't stop wearing,
Smell like the middle of autumn from skating all day,
Taste like mint from the gum you are chewing earlier,
Or sound like we just woke up?

10 years from now,
Will I still be in love with you?
Late at night like this,
I crave cigarettes.
I don't smoke,
Although, I think it might calm my nerves.

Late at night like this,
I want to walk around outside.
I want to see the lights,
Look at the sky
And not be afraid of the danger of strangers.
I want to embrace the beauty in them.

Late at night like this,
I crave a guy beside me.
To hold me
And kiss me
And be consumed by the warmth of his body.

Late at night like this,
I crave the freedom
That only friends and the open road
Have to offer.

I don't get these things
So instead, I lay here starting at the ceiling,
My heart heavy
My body numb
And my soul empty.
 Dec 2013 Alastur Berit
st64
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You whom I could not save

Listen to me.  

Try to understand this simple speech as I would be ashamed of another.  

I swear, there is in me no wizardry of words.  

I speak to you with silence like a cloud or a tree.


What strengthened me, for you was lethal.  

You mixed up farewell to an epoch with the beginning of a new one,  

Inspiration of hatred with lyrical beauty;  

Blind force with accomplished shape.


Here is a valley of shallow Polish rivers. And an immense bridge  

Going into white fog. Here is a broken city;  

And the wind throws the screams of gulls on your grave  

When I am talking with you.


What is poetry which does not save  

Nations or people?  

A connivance with official lies,  

A song of drunkards whose throats will be cut in a moment,  

Readings for sophomore girls.

That I wanted good poetry without knowing it,  

That I discovered, late, its salutary aim,  

In this and only this I find salvation.


They used to pour millet on graves or poppy seeds  

To feed the dead who would come disguised as birds.  

I put this book here for you, who once lived  

So that you should visit us no more.  




                                                                                         Warsaw, 1945

                                                                                        
- by Czeslaw Milosz






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Czeslaw Milosz, "Dedication" from The Collected Poems: 1931-1987.
Copyright © 1988 by Czeslaw Milosz Royalties, Inc.
Used by permission of HarperCollins Publishers.

Source: The Collected Poems: 1931-1987 (The Ecco Press, 1988)


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His heart is dying
Paper thin fragility
Reluctantly beats.
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