Anu Soneye
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Dear Death.
Do you remember the last time we met at the beach?
When you played beach ball with your scythe.
When we sat together enjoying the warmth of the sunshine.
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How shall I then sing this anthem
and cross my right hand to the left to render this pledge?
Cause every time I tell lies, I feel a twitch in my heart
and a voice, telling me stop that.
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From the tale of I and my lover, I keep asking, wanting to discover of what manner is the love that stuns men and of what fashion is this emotion that daze them
for what love is I know not but only of its flaws and its rot
but men do I hear speak of the good or should I say, its seeming livelihood.
That love for them I hear to be a diamond; dazzling and fulgurous like an almond
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Who will save us?
Who will save us from the bullets of poverty?
Who will stop this bleeding?
This blood that drips from our dry lips.
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In the darkest lairs comes raging tears
when summer shines and winter snows.
The tales of blood and the splash of guts
to tell of our homely woes.
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I hope to someday go to the sea with you.
To see the skies, gaze at the waters
and watch the calm of the blue.
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The signpost on the right side of my heart reads:
"Do not sing songs that will sink into the silence that dwell in my soul."
It is written in bright Bodoni with white ink
solely scripted for sailors attempting to visit.
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A Letter To Death
Dear Death.
Do you remember the last time we met at the beach?
When you played beach ball with your scythe.
When we sat together enjoying the warmth of the sunshine.
and how to volley and smash, I did teach.
But since we last met,
I have been hearing something different.
These stories, tell me it's a myth.
Tell me you never hooked off his head.
and that it wasn't you that sunk her in bed
Cause this tale of blood and gore,
this script I read and hear of is quite different.
I do hear that people change
but how can I tell the world?
How can I explain?
Who will believe me?
That a onetime lemonade-mouth
now has his lips covered in blood.
How can I tell them that we once took ice-cream,
and that we held hands like friends,
surfed the ocean like penguins
and played pokers
like the world was never going to come to an end.
But now I feel if anything is going to come to an end,
It will be us being friends.
It will be to severe this relationship,
this usual trend.
Because I can't walk under a bleeding moon
without getting my hands wet.
So if we ever meet again,
I hope it will be judgment for each,
I hope you'll make your last speech.
I hope it will be at the beach,
Not to teach volley,
but to take coffee under the blazing rays of a raged sun.
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Fiction is a non-existent phenomenon. It is a bunch of realities boxed up in some extremely flowery imaginative, painfully construed fantasy. Just like when you have a scene with a zombie walking a path, I see the literary artist having someone he hates in his life, who he had stripped of beauty and anything humane using the power of his intellect. Now that's what makes a Zombie.
A poet is an open book. Read his works with the intent of knowing his thoughts, problems and experiences and there you have it all.
The best way to tell difficult truths is in poetry. No one is going to beat you or sew you to court
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