Alive I was all that night
Hearing that creature,
Out of the reach of my sight
Deeply a misleading feature
A voice and a bright light,
A hollowness then a rupture.

I had to listen and cite
And try to imagine her picture,
Like a deaf in a rite
Trying to build up a structure,
From a lip’s mite,
From an arms gesture.

I had to wait and fight
Till the nearest future,
Like an errant knight
The bad temperature
Of an evil sprite
To save myself, Oh torture!

I had to stick to smite,
By my divine culture,
And to believe in God’s might
My sole voucher
Till the break of daylight,
I won back my precious nature.

Hello,
“My name is Life,
I am very old
But I do end
                 Fast.
Well,
If you seek a friend,
I am the one indeed,
And if you don’t,
You are the
           One
                   In need.’’
 Hello,
“My name is Death,
I am not that old
But I do hap
                 Fast.
Well,
If you seek a friend,
I am the one in need,
                   And if you don’t
                   I am not really your
                   Foe,
                        Agreed!’’

Deep in his heart__
I in mine was to suffer,
My friends in art
Judge tenderly this take-over.
He was an artist
A great patient,
He was an antagonist
Of the whole nation.
I was stronger than him
Much more vivid,
He was sensitive than me
Much more stupid.
We tried to change
We thought of each other,
We tried to change
Rather than to trust one another.
That is the reason why
I am asking for this:
Attention my friends!
Shoulder arms!
Ready!
Aim!
Fire!

In the beginning
                        
                              there was
                                        
                                               a kind sound
Then a voice,
                
                          then a word:
                
                                                   be.

To Heaven I will ascend and hail thy name,
I will make it my right and my duty,
To live again that is the aim
And fight for an eternity.
I will opt for a soul and reclaim
Thy self as an entity,
Then I will purchase thy frame
And beg for an identity,
I will build thee anew oh Dame!
With the hands of my tenacity,
I will do it without a shame
Nor yet, fear any calamity.
I remember once thy flame
Lit a world of diversity,
And thy kindness and fame
Made bearable any adversity,
Now gone thou made praying lame
In front of such an atrocity,
I swear to thee I will set aflame
All that eyed such a monstrosity,
Or stood still, with no shame
Will too ******* untamed ferocity.

Not in a desert I saw the poet
But he was caught alone,
Struck and crushed against a wall
*******, then cut in pieces,
Then gathered in a corner again.
I asked him the matter
He said “it’s an idea my friend,
Just an idea’’.
“Shall I worry?’’ I asked,
“No my friend no! Don’t worry,
Beware!”

The Shepherd of the highland,
The land on which the wind
Chills, any wind chills many ewes.
My ewes, my pride,
I do feed them my will
I do heal them with wit
Oh yes I do!
I have been such, since I was
And still, I need my self
I harvest reap,
I water deep,
I lurk heaps
Of stressing peeps.
And from day to day,
I, my healthy ewes take
To the slaughter house
To slaughter them.
They give fresh meat
To people to eat,
And beneath my feet
Their blood fleet
Feed the highland.
I kept away many winds:
Winds that chill
Root out and ****
Emptiness fill,
In the highland where I__
I after a drill
Still the shepherd, still.