Showing posts with label cry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cry. Show all posts

Monday, September 12, 2011

Blind, Blind Not


The mass of that light I see
Rather light or grave,
That is not exactly a matter to me.

In the infinite darkness
I could make a use of it -
It becomes a very delightful thing, in that case.

Oh, man, you see the inside
Of her topless naked body.
You are striving to see
And be pleased to see it
And be thanking god for giving you the sight.
But, no.
You don’t even have the light I’d have used
In the infinite darkness of the fearing echos.

Is it so simple to come across
The one thing your wife should have told you.
Humans are too stupid to remember
Anything they heard what not to do.

But see that shameless blind.
His hands always searching for the right path;
Trying harder than any of the blessed who can see
That is how he lives a life.

Away from the world’s sins.
That one dreadful stick,
One onerous cry of a prostitute,
An early smoke from a funeral place.
He touches by and walks through.
I gather my hands for a prayer.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Mother, Mother

Mother, mother
I am in this world and you see me.
Mother, mother
I wonder when my heart beats
Does the world care about it.
Mother, mother
I have tried making friends, making lovers,
Making out, making for my living.
All I got back from my makings
Was that nothing was as warm as you.
Mother, mother
I cry to you tonight
Because all I ever – all I ever really – gave you
Was nothing but complaints,
Nothing but sorrows.
Mother, mother
I cry to myself tonight
Because all I ever – all I ever really – tried
Was nothing but going against your words,
Nothing but crying out for the wrong loves.
Mother, mother
I have finally seen
The bitter that you never let me taste.
All you ever wanted me to know
Was what was sweet, what was best.
All I ever tried to give you
Was what was hurtful, what was worriful.
One thing I made for you, the sac,
Could never pay back for your creations
I know, I know.
Nevertheless, you would still give me
My life, my well being, my wealth, my senses.
Mother, mother
I would like to give you a hug
If it is not too belated to do so.
Mother, mother
I would like to take the sac back
Because I know it’s been all too onerous for you.