This life is full of
tittering jeering emptiness
and unacceptable too,
so I painted myself like a Hero:
no less than the Marvel's One.
A holy spirit I framed this myself
and started moving along
the silent winds, to climb
the flirting stars and was
singing Milton's songs.
Wearing white
in that dark cold night,
my flight in the falling mist
was full of horror and fright,
and when I past the worldly time-
that measures the melting hours-
down I saw glares and glows unknown,
and heard thousands of filthy groans,
which left my reason
numbed and vision blind.
A high treason it would be
in the seventh sky, as I got to know
that MAN is a fleck of dust,
but worthy more than the ten commandments,
and sacred like the Da Vinci code...
Oh come on K
WTH you're talking?
it's too boring, isn't.
let's have some drink and
a little nap instead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ok, so you were tripping out on drugs one night when you started to write this. and you changed beer to drink, but i see your note telling of your teetotaling. good boy! i still like the ending. bri ;) p.s. i've heard of Da Vinci Code, but confess i don't know (or forget) what it is about.