"burin" poems
There’s too little time.
To think that
by halving and halving and
halving again
this can be drawn out.
Somehow be avoided.
Death is no holographic dream.
It’s as real as circuitous
firing triggers of phosphene.
I see light suspended
in this final moment.
The tugging burin
etches away at the
last things it can shape.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 8:32 AM UTC
Kallo ya koma can sama
Kowa ya gaza kaiwa sama
Iska a wajen tayi sama
Yaro da kudi yaje sama
Kato ba kudi ya bar sama
Kyawun yan mata ne sama
Saurayi da kudi shine sama
Kai wannan karni ya hau sama
Wai kowa a kasa sai yaje sama
Shi ko na saman zai can sama
Burin talakawa su hau sama
Mai kudi haka zai kara sama
Sojan baka zai so yayi sama
Dan siyasar banga, shi ma sama
Yan siyasa, kowa muje sama
Masu mulki burin su suje sama
Sun manta Allah ne yayi sama
Da abin da yake sama can sama
Ya mallaki komai a cikin sama
Har ikon da yake kasa da sama
In yace komai yayi sama zai sama
In yace kowa yayi sama zai sama
A cikin ikon sa da ke sama
Jan 30, 2022
Jan 30, 2022 at 2:00 AM UTC
What is this world
Do I belong to it?
Cheap Drinks
Cheap ****
Is there nothing pure
Pure and meaningful
Something I can hold on to
Hold tight to in the darkness
When the loneliness begins to bite
This can't be the only way
This foolish man
Doesn't know right from wrong
I knew I would come crashing down
Down to earth
Reality Bites
Can't catch a breath
Join the rat race
A race to the top
A race to the bottom
Cruel paths lye ahead
Spiralling through life
On a pre destined **** storm to the grave
I look in my soul
For the strength to fight
There just has to be something, somebody, somewhere who feels as I do
Coke, **** **** and speed
Will numb my wits
At least a while
Lying in bed at night
Shivering till morning light
That's when realities cruel cold grasp takes hold
That's when you know yourself
No as a character
A character you're playing in life's cruel game
In a vain effort to fit in
You're different man
You can't escape
Can't fight it
It's just you
But what do I know
I'm just a man, boy, child
Naked and alone a million miles away from home
No direction, bound by societies expectations
What am I saying
What am I thinking
On this page I'm writing
On this guitar I'm picking
On this road I'm walking
Is there an answer
I've been low
But never this lost
Common there's someone out there
Am I going crazy!
Drinks flow
Dance floors a ravin
The loneliest place on earth
In which I don't belong
Where do I look for this hope
Hope that's a missin
It ain't in no ***** house
Or down a movie stars blouse
That's a meaningless distraction
From the gap that's a burin
Burin away at your soul
The gap that can't be filled with psychedelic pill
That **** just makes your mind feel ill
You look at these people and think
Do I have to be like that
Do I have to follow this path
The path to the bitter end
Where nothing but the abyss awaits me
I want to be remembered for the good I've done
When my ship comes in
Will it be filled with joy and happiness
Or hate and anger
This glorious life is for livin not drownin
Drownin in sorrow
There's purity out there
You've got to search after it
Seek it out
Get up wash, dress face the cruel world head on
Let it know it ain't got you beat
It ain't got you worn down
You're a human being of this world
That you're hear to rise above
Above the river of meaningless **** to a meaningless bitter corrupt end
But you're hear to make yourself know
Making sure your time here meant something
It might be to late for me but there's still hope for you........
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
Eh bien ! que fais-tu donc, ô Mémoire infidèle ?
Tu ne sais plus ces vers, poésie immortelle,
Consacrés par la gloire et redits en tous lieux !
Ces sublimes accents au rythme harmonieux,
Où d'un poète aimé le génie étincelle,
Mémoire, que fuis-tu, si tu ne les retiens ?
« Je me souviens !
« Mais, passant à travers les grands bruits de la terre,
Qui doit se souvenir, hélas ! a trop à faire.
Contre moi, chaque jour, combat l'oubli jaloux :
Je ne puis tout garder, et je choisis pour vous.
Du rayon qui donna la plus fraîche lumière,
D'un suave parfum, de sons éoliens,
Je me souviens.
« Souvent, abandonnant au burin de l'histoire,
Tout ce qui tient en main le sceptre de la gloire,
Je laisse à tout hasard, au **** errer mes pas,
Dans des sentiers obscurs où l'on chante tout bas.
Plus attentive alors, moi, pauvre humble Mémoire,
D'espoirs, de doux pensers, rêves aériens,
Je me souviens.
« Si parfois un ami, triste et rempli d'alarme,
Vient chercher près de vous quelque espoir qui le charme ;
Sa main dans votre main, quand s'entr'ouvre son cœur,
- Le cœur, qui sait si bien parler de la douleur ! -
Du mal de votre ami, d'un regard, d'une larme,
De tout ce qui s'échappe en vos longs entretiens,
Je me souviens.
« À tout ce qui gémit et pleure dans la vie,
Je prête, en cheminant, une oreille attendrie ;
J'écoute mieux encor ceux qui ne parlent plus,
Les amis d'autrefois au tombeau descendus :
Je fais revivre en moi l'âme qui s'est enfuie ;
Des nœuds qui sont rompus rattachant les liens,
Je me souviens !
« Assez d'autres sans moi garderont souvenance
De ces vers tant aimés ; qu'importe mon silence !
Quand la gloire a parlé, mes soins sont superflus. »
- C'est bien ! je suis contente, et ne veux rien de plus
Si, n'oubliant jamais ni bonheur ni souffrance,
Lorsque je vois s'enfuir les plus chers de mes biens,
Tu te souviens !
809
I ain't Chasing, girl
Been there, Done that
But when the sun goes down
I'll be pullin' into your drive
In hopes to make a night
That we both remember
Flying down that ol' dirt road
The crescent moon above leading the way
One hand on the wheel
Ice cold Jacks sitting in the console
My girl shoots me that smile
That makes my heart go wild
And the clock on the dash is stuck on 12
That dirt road's my road
There's no turning back
The rules are clear
9 - 5, 5 days a week
Then church on Sunday's
And a Friday night bonfire
Nothin' else in mind but falling in love
By the time we got there
The fire was already burin'
My buddies lettin' loose
Neath the blue sky, Starlight
Let’s forget about Monday morning
And just dance in the moonlight
I sit on the tailgate
Sippin' on my whiskey
Watchin' my girl
As she kicks her heels off
And starts to spin around
In the light of the of moon shining bright
She pulls me over
I throw my arms around her
Never gonna let her go
Her baby blues, pulling me in
I've been waiting for this all night
For that sweet strawberry kiss
Holding her in my arms
Under the stars of a mid-summer night
She fell asleep an hour ago
But I lie awake, as the fire burns bright
The music fades away
Before closing my eyes
I whisper to myself, I'm in love
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 12:56 AM UTC