same old subject nectar of the gods for the poet
your tears a proof of your existence
look at the crystal river in the cave
i promised i wouldnt be boring with a head full of facts and figures
but out of touch with my feelings which were unmaneageable about you
im a box of fireworks
im a panic stroke riot
looking at the fountain in the cave in the middle of the forest i had an aparition again you my goodess
everything the material world can provide
amd some gods, utopia and violins
and red velvet sofas
your soft head has just come for garage fix
but dont open pandoras box
i prefer to look at the fountains cemetery at my back
no more shadows of utopia
i feel like time is running out
lonely without you of course
now i respect your sanctity
im 48 and i havent found salvation from god lets go all the way
still lonely, still wish you were here because you make me happy
and your a magitian that cungers up magic to ravish me
i prayed to god it would go the right way
tender felings of
awakened perception
enlarged conciousness
of the importance of my apartment
is it a case of interest or no interest
and then its time for me to stand in the wind
certainty materialised desire
my cup overflows
the golden apple had been my damnation
ive got calluses on my finger tips
i will quiten your indolence and give you a place in my altar
your spell
flowers explain how many thorns there are
the revealing wind
a sudden ray of light
awakens a desire to live free of resentment, like a plant
o in paradise
asi walk on the sand but ii prefer to walk on marble and await news from the beloved
to see gods will
i saw it and it was good
i saw the mighty works of the lord
the beautifull child that you are, all, amazing and flawless abuterfly catching the beautifull things
inocence and laughter
and you were his crowning creation meant to charm
and you burn people because your hot
ive got some tinder inside if you want, if you want to start fires
i know how to dance
wait till you see
i was a little stunned
but lets go
my fingers need to touch
and the spy gave me the news
the certainty of gods will washing my body
the ideals must noy be subverted
it will happen the dawn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem