"numerable" poems
¿Dónde está la memoria de los días
que fueron tuyos en la tierra, y tejieron
dicha y dolor y fueron para ti el universo?
El río numerable de los años
los ha perdido; eres una palabra en un índice.
Dieron a otros gloria interminable los dioses,
inscripciones y exergos y monumentos y puntuales historiadores;
de ti sólo sabemos, oscuro amigo,
que oíste al ruiseñor, una tarde.
Entre los asfodelos de la sombra, tu vana sombra
pensará que los dioses han sido avaros.
Pero los días son una red de triviales miserias,
¿y habrá suerte mejor que ser la ceniza,
de que está hecho el olvido?
Sobre otros arrojaron los dioses
la inexorable luz de la gloria, que mira las entrañas y enumera
las grietas,
de la gloria, que acaba por ajar la rosa que venera;
contigo fueron más piadosos, hermano.
En el éxtasis de un atardecer que no será una noche,
oyes la voz del ruiseñor de Teócrito.
1.8k
blocked
shattered
forlorn
your voice
unable to speak
your mind
unable to breathe
your soul
unable to feel
your heart
unable to love
all because
you're exhausted
not because of anything
in particular
but the mere quiddity
of existence,
the sheer fact
that your life
is a repetitious routine
maybe there are others
that see the beauty in life
but you, worn-out and tarnished
have had enough,
with another colossal task
you're forced to do,
numerable responsibilities
that weigh you down,
broken relationships
that you cannot mend,
and new-fangled ideas
which you cannot innovate
so when is it time
to tell everyone
that you've finally had enough?
that you can't take it any longer?
that you're much too exhausted
to even care anymore?
when it's too late?
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
I behold with your beauty .
thy charm is harp and lute worthy .
from route or from ocean.
i beset with Magi sojourn.
thy glance is jasper ,beryl ,and sapphire.
thy breath is anguent .incense .myrrh.
i beset with worship to thy promised land .
Sirius,Vegas,Arturus will guide me by dream or by land.
thy love is the worship of heaven choir.
i run not for jasper; lo, Orphic with lute and lyre.
but i do run for thy heart and thy soul.
i embark for love by dream or by land.
LIZZY,your worship !is only by you my soul longs stand.
im a beggar,im a knight ,im a messiah but im only a soul .
why tarriest thou?i behold with love and fume .
lets rove on down this azure of garden of fragrance perfume.
i give my heart upon the dream of thy happiness .
cause the toss is harsh but for you my lily bed minuteness.
thou art the praised of my soul even i will face *****
oh, tempest gale what do i know ?but my gait i will always resume.
drink Ichor, drink Elixir thou crudest rival Meanads.
i rejoice from my ***** the love peril with my ballad.
give me thy love and take from me Babilon bloom.
with fantasy ,love and ecstasy and myth all is sublime.
i carry not mother of pearl but the perfume of my breath .
love of fire i dread not even your kiss sentence me to death.
love ! i hear a numerable in as much as pain.
take the glory from me but i behold difficulty of your love sustain.
give me your heart ,fear no consequence for you my soul cant refrain.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
To live as one is
with many a fault
numerable in noble efforts
as well as losses
Is far preferable than to tread
with treachery in one's heart
coated in living tissue
yet scant in moral virtue
Let the hells blaze behind me
and the heavens remain weary
for fighting injustice is justice itself
and truth alone triumphs
Take heed and take care
always try to illuminate ignorance
but if that approach fails
then scorch it with great zeal
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 5:36 PM UTC