History Lover.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

a place is interesting because of the stories that you have heard before.
for instance, this bed is where this man and that woman first made it.

this house is deserted because once a fire broke here
and chaos is born, and chaos wears a mask and since then people do not recognize its face.

a name to you is interesting because your mother tells the story of that name.
the spelling has a history about a rumor and you love rumors.

shall i say that you pretend that you like to have a talk with him
because you like to gather some flowers from his garden?

that is a nice objective. Flowers are always a delight at the center table.
the earth appears to be thirsty of conflicts. That is a misinterpretation.

The deserted path knows better. No one really cares what one does with his feet.
The moon knows it all. But look, it simply shines and does not tell you anything.

For secrets have always been nuggets. They must remain buried.
When dug again and shaped into different forms, that is where the definition of hell comes out.

I am not the one saying this anyway. Quite harsh.
Hell is other people. And i am one of its delicate flames.