#compensation
what a vast and wondrous compensation this thing we call poetry is!
behind it, i run like a child who has yet to know the world
and it never says a word to me about how i should slow down
how it approaches me like an ancient mother!
and how protective it is, like the father in the nature!
if i were to go mad and lose myself with all my strength, at every moment and in every place, forever
that would be its way of taking pride in me!
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 4:22 PM UTC
For years, the voices have risen—
from parched fields, from coastlines swallowed by the sea,
from homes turned to ruins by winds too fierce to be natural.
They ask not for mercy,
but for what is owed—
a recognition, a reckoning.
In glass towers and conference halls,
the wealthy nations turn away,
their signatures missing from promises long made,
their hands gripping wealth built on a burning planet.
Storms rage louder now,
waves crash higher,
droughts stretch longer,
but still, they hesitate.
The ones who suffer know the weight of inaction,
measured in lost harvests, displaced families,
children breathing in the dust of what once was home.
And yet, there is hope—
a whisper in the winds,
a trembling in the roots,
a gathering of voices that refuse to be silenced.
This is not charity.
It is justice.
It is the past catching up with the present,
demanding to be acknowledged.
There is no more time for debate.
No room for delay.
The debt must be paid.
Before the earth takes it in blood.
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 2:00 AM UTC
work robs me of my life
without paying enough
to compensate
for the crime
I wasn't made for the
nine till five
corporate passion
is not my style
I'm for the weekends
the holidays
work to live
not the other way round
I want the time back
to sit and stare
for boredom
drinking
self indulgent dreams
never fulfilled
Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 3:55 AM UTC
I feel like a drink
to wash down the burning intensity of anger and frustration
Temporary feelings of momentary exasperation
I don't expect for you to truly see
what precisely is going on within me
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 5:02 AM UTC
Shes a young woman in a red flower dress.
Surrounded by a charm of hummingbirds.
A young girl full of forbidden energy flickering in the gloom.
Ardent to compensate through the indulgence in sense of pleasure. An attempt to extinguish dissatisfaction by gratifying desire.
The approach gives pleasure, but the won is gross, transitory and devoid of deep contentment.
She prays but gets no special dispensation for this believe now.
A sobbing whisper in the throat of a mermaid.
All is left is to transcend by recognition of the futility of desire.
She found her middle way, now she must give rise to vision, which will rise to knowledge and lead her to inner peace.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
Tell me dear, are you a flower in my garden?
Are you here because I watered you?
No, you grew from rainy and sunny days
With them both, I see now that time repays.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
i've been thinking about glasses filled with water,
two in particular.
when you take one and fill the other with more,
the initial one is left with less water.
there's still water in the two
but in my eyes,
nobody wants two uneven glasses.
it's science, volumes, and other simple concepts.
for me, not so much.
sometimes, i wonder if that's what my mind
and what my feelings do to cope.
if one part of my life is too hard to bare,
i invest my energy into another area
without paying much attention to
what's been taken out of unbearable assessment,
and what's been given
in a twisted type of self-treatment.
because the reality of a lesser glass
is hard for me to take/think about/dive into.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC
No compensation will atone
For a gruesome betrayal
One has undergone,
Languishing under
Soul's darkest night alone.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 6:08 AM UTC
teach me how to float
i may not fly too long with you
but don't let me sink..
teach me how to float..
for somehow i understand
it's never spring all year
...i'll feel better
if i've gathered enough to feed me
through the winter
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC