"mercurius" poems
Are you a male or a female?
Manliness
Describe yourself:
An Obscure Writer
How do you feel?
Kind pity chokes my spleen
Describe where you currently live:
Community
If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
At the round earths imagined corners
Your favourite form of transportation:
Air and Angels
What’s the weather like:
The Damp
Favourite time of day:
Break of Day
Your relationships:
A Tale of a Citizen and his Wife
Your fear:
The Funeral
What is the best advice you have to give:
Variety
If you could change your name, you would change it to:
Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus
My soul’s present condition:
A Fever
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 1:40 AM UTC
I love you like Sun
Wonderful to see
Impossible to reach
So far away…
So far away…
I love you like stars
Beautiful but cold
Out of my reach
So far away…
So far away…
I wanna be the Mercurius
The one who closest to you;
The one whom you love a lot;
For even, I must burnt
And dead.
I love you as best as I do
With the broken heart
With the twisted soul
The space is too much
Empties the life inside
Destroys like storm dust
Summons black hole
Walks into an eternal darkness
27/4/09, Batam
Apr 8, 2011
Apr 8, 2011 at 7:41 AM UTC
we never did an ounce
of hard work in our life
too distracted by television
we remain infinitely mutable
all our decisions so flexible
come quick and watch us change the channels
so many other signals we could respond too
for you are from another galaxy
and all my inhibitions retired early
i perform various feats of bravery
like stealing butter from your cupboardss
while all of my most intrepid acts
require the utmost of confidence
there are still too many swords here
and not enough ice to shave into statues
what a pity the way we forgave
each other our preferences
fortunately these days we are beyond
the thickest parts of the fray
in this dining room there are several pieces
of your brilliance waiting to be eaten
until with fingers licked clean
you inspect the totality of my being
and i suspect we are now ready to recline
on the omnivorous spines of our ancestors
and blindly worship, the old Mercurius
for the great Trickster still rules our souls
from within the ancient halls of entertainment
that we now pretend to call "a television"
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC