These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
i may have asked your name
and i may have mistaken you for someone
who feels my pain
and who knows where my body lives
where my soul rests
where my feet dust every bit of dirt
where i close my eyes and sleep
i may have been noisy and nosy
i may have thought of the past neighbors who died
whose crosses are removed from their old graveyards.
you who feel my pain and yet has no name
you who say you lie you who say you survive
what can i really say? Let me hug you
Let me be with you Let me play with you
In this dark space.
My name is nothingness.
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