The Last November

November, my sweet November
In all the months, November the song
It is no longer a month long
The day, the one before mine
The last, when we dined
The save, of the strap
I plead, it was a trap
I fell, forgive my fall
You repelled
Un-spoke, unlooked
You undid my string
Now I’m lifeless in your heart
I cannot forget you
I cannot undo
I can only frame the memories
I put them on my walls
So that out of my mind
So that I can forget, then remember
Remember my sweet November

Silent, The World...I hear you, I just can't see you

Silence...

the sound of silence
heart rate rising
but you can't hear it
How could the deaf live in this
it has my knees weak
my heart pound
almost out of my chest

silence...

Silence, the fear
that sound is gone
and your screams unheard
because silence means one is alone

Silence...

I long for music
because silence kills me
death is the sound of silence
silent, do not tell me to be
my body will refuse
if you sew my mouth shot
you will still hear my heart
the pound is the least silent

Silence...

When there is no sound
and the room pose (picture)
there is no move
Eyes wonder to the next room
Because where there is no body
there is silence (no sound)
new born fear to be alone
with age, one long more for silence
until it is seen
no one in the room
I see silence

Long sleep

Long Sleep
Why do people fear you, Long Sleep
Why do I not
Long sleep
Do I not sleep everyday?
So what is sleep a little longer?
When we wake, do we not wish for more sleep?
So why be scared to sleep forever?

Long sleep
I was once scared
Death, I mean Long Sleep
I locked my doors
I closed all doors so I can hear you coming
So that I can be ready
Ready, that’s all I was
Ready, but not ready for my forever sleep
Because forever is a long time
I don’t want to sleep now
Can I be awake all the time, until my lungs sleep?

Long sleep
I did not understand
Why is there long sleep?
Death, I mean Ms. Long Sleep
Can I just call you sleep?
Because I enjoy sleep
Why are you associated with bad?
Can I say you are good?
So maybe I can sleep better

Long sleep
You are feared by all
You are feared to all, to sleep
And since sleep is the cause of dreams
I want to sleep longer and longer
To dream my wants, to forget my needs
But Long Sleep, I am not ready for
Ms. Long sleep, I no longer fear you

Forever is a long time
And forever sleep will always be feared
But forever sleep is needed
So that others have chance to see the World
To love the things I’ve loved, but forgotten
To see things I’ve seen, but don’t appreciate
To feel the things I no longer know how to feel

Long sleep
I respect you now
I understand
To sleep is to be in peace
To leave the worries and dream my wants
To feel happy more than sorrow and fear
So long sleep is a blessing
So that I can appreciate it all now
The World, my loves ones and friends
For now I will live
But Ms. Long Sleep, we will meet one day
Till then, I shall be with my close friend, Ms Life

Gone Till November

Gone till November, the 4Th

Gone till everything falls back to where it is supposed to be

And I promise not to return until everything is back in order

Or at least order till everything returns

- This is how it’s supposed to be

  This is supposed to be how it is

  Because we are becoming what we hate,

  Or hating what we have become,

  We are not part of what we are becoming,

  Nor becoming what we are part of,

  Since everything is becoming useless

  Should we use less of everything

  So that next November comes faster

When November, the 4Th comes and I am not there,

Just know that things are not in order,

And so, wait till next November, the 4Th

Stop the train

	The train moves it rocks, back and forth, up and down the train moves forward and then it began to move backwards Balance is no longer there the rock, the move the sound, the feel the train is still moving this is not yet my stop if I get off. it will stop and no longer move I need to stay awake the rock, gentleness its like I'm home, comfort trust, comfort relaxed, the air free my body from tense cleanse, my mind sleep covers my eyes the train stopped

Shit under my foot

Shit,
i just stepped on a piece of shit,
shit, fucking shit, i am angry, pissed,
this fucking dirty odor of man's best-friend sits
underneath, my left shoe sole,
and now i am, with every might
trying to cleanse,
shoot, shit,

i can just imagine the stupid man,
or the dumb broad standing there,
face half covered, between his hat,
and her scarf, 
trying to hide, as if i would not recognize
the stupid, rat looking, domestic.


Shit,
dirty people live,
and leave their filth,
and i am the one it ends up
under

Sobber

Sob Sober

Roses Smell

Testing the air

The sun is in the sky
But I remain tired
and sleep calls
the walls seem too high
stacks of leafs
stripped from trees
creased half red
dead, the other green
screams of joy
dust rise
size the sky
try to stand
doubt to hand your hand…

Twigs around your wrists

I can't speak

like a dream, I can't open my mouth

and I am forced to watch the apple rot

green, attached to the tree

I can't save you from your misery

to be eating or to rot

to be cherished or consumed

to be loved or called the forbidden fruit

I cannot save

so I bathe

shower

to cleanse my thoughts

to be free from what I know

to just go

so that I am not the cause

here comes the worm

I close my eyes, can't look

maybe you will fall

maybe you will not rot

maybe you will not be eaten

maybe all this is entirely up to you

but my hands, I wash

hope, I must

that the twigs do no harm

and your wrists are safe

If you could

if you have the strength

to cut yourself from the tree

to remove the twigs around your wrists

Nipep

Sea sick to the water that will bring me home,

sick until the water is gone and you are my sand,
sinking to every step,
but I know you will not let the world swallow me,
and so you appear from my shadow
to be real in my dreams.

I feel the waves part from my feet 

they touch yours before saying goodbye,

and then return moments later.
They hold joy in their playfulness,
full of cheer as they tickle our feet,
like small children demanding to play.
They seem sad to always go,
but at their return you see they have aged
for each tide is another day.

Bare feet, holdings hands,

you and I, on the sand

under the moonlight were it is light as day,

your smile awaken me from my tire lid
should we roam in the playful beach?
or should we sit and admire Andromeda and Perseus?
Their reflection on the water as if hand reach away,


Do you need rescue from the tiring world?
Should I be a slayer to death in the meaning of life?
Should I preserve you from the years later to come?
Or will it be you that rescues I?







© EOU 2008

Mi Cuore

Mio cuore
Innamoratto
Quando mi dai la mano
Quando o innamor
Quando non poso caminare?
Quando te lo datto I'll mondo?
Quando non poso parlare piu?
Quando non poso dormire?
E non poso fare niente
Perche I'll mio cuore e morto
E non posso bere
Non posso mangiare
Amore
Non ti voglio chiamare
Perche mi ai lacciatto
Sono nell'aqua quando piove
Voglio bacciare con te
Voglio bacciare I'll tuo piede
Pero non posso bacciare quando caminarso

modeling graphics

BEFORE

AFTER

Post mortina

Love in between

In the reachable place
I found a palace
with freshly cut
sun bleached grass

It is presented
under the white sheer
that feels like nothing
on the gold tone flesh

I found love
for myself
and I play with it
until my trembling love
sends my quivering voice
to moan under the moon


© EOU 2009