world – Page 3 – Portrait of Em.

conversation

In response to Octavio Paz’s “A Tree within”.

no i cannot,
i think i cannot,
and i found i cannot.

blind eyes,
deaf ears,

for the world has long become ignorant and arrogant
and the fire of passion
is put off —
dim and dark
and the blood is stagnant
and cold and bold and dead

for the gap between us
is too far to be skipped

the tree within is a tree within,
without branches to touch and to stay in touch with
without being noticed

come closer, can you hear mine?

no you cannot.

Written on 24 Jul 2014.

to-the-pessimist

hi me, dear pessimist,

i know well, from the start of my life-as-a-poet,
that i am
born to be deprived.

for life is given
with presumptions:
as an investment tool,
as a tree of money and golds,
and the rights are given
on the basis of lies,
to calm you down, to incept, to brainwash, to renew, to build a self
in the world of craziness.

this is the paradise —
our city,
the post-colony,
the international hub of world’s economy,
the stepping stone,

to a greater world.

born to be deprived — this is our lives.

Written on 20 May 2014.

congratulations

robotic mechanics melancholy
work work work
relationships faces money skills strengths abilities
forever deferral of the dream-come-true

totalitarism
right to speak
right to seek
right to think
and right to act

time to close the eyes and die
congratulations

welcome to the world of insanity

Written on 26 April 2014
Upon graduation from the University — shelter of youth and dream and viva

things

things come in clusters,
worse things in pairs,
at least:

friends, family, self,
confusion, emotions, tensions,
pressure, pleasure, measures —

the way of the world,
the rule of sequences.

clustered, crumbled, crushed, clashed.

Written on 16 April 2014.

ration-ale

everything happens
for
a reason,
but you do not
need
a reason
for
something
to be happened.

Written on 7 March 2014.

aeruophobia

i cannot help with the sense of fear,
what if it is the last time i see you,
who knows what would happen in the air,
or if it is the nature’s rule?

if it is the last time
i hold you and kiss you and declare my love;
if our love is a crime
and i am to be engulfed,

i wish to say
for the last time that i love
you and never want to stay away
from you, for true;

one last time to realize that life is too fragile,
too short, yet quick and fast
to be held, be grabbed for a while,
we got but a blast.

things are, for sure, unpredictable,
this is the fate
whether affordable,
too serious to love, to live and to hate.

Written on 7 August 2014,
the very first business trip.

to-our-world

Veiled is the world,
Sugar-coated, flower wrapped, covered smoothly with a thin piece of silk:
Pretty petit pity world.

Tangled Art,
Shadow beneath,
Raveled knots,
Opened locks,
Hidden gems retrieved.

Blurred amid the smoke emit,
Lights evoked, for one can never
Look at the real face of hers, like
A soon-to-be married bride,
Young girl,
Shy and sweet.

Written on 7-8 March 2014.

present

head-aching,
heart-breaking.

right,
give up sympathy,
develop ignorance,
nourish cruelty,
sow and grow the precious arrogance.

perhaps i am far too sympathetic
to stay in this world
pathetic.

Written on 18 February 2014.

romanticism

gloomy clouds, gray clouds,
crumbled clouds, sad clouds,
walking clouds, angry clouds,
and the wandering clouds;

falling raindrops, cheerful raindrops,
dancing raindrops, naughty raindrops,
and the crying grief raindrops;

warm sun, happy sun, ignorant innocent sun;
lazy water, stagnant water, silently still water;

and the sinking us.

Written on 1 March 2014,
spontaneous outflow of feelings to the contemporary world.