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Nancy Theater
No need to go to Theater
Today is the end of the show
I wrote you final letter
Actor decided to go
No need to read my poem
Nothing else in the mail
To save you of bad clime
My heart, began to fail
I hope you get my point
I wish you can get me
I'm sure the Nancy Theater
Closed. Do you agree?
Wednesday 3rd April 2019 11:06 am
Isabella
Either to swear, or not
The lies are a bad spot
Thanks, but thanks a lot
For your unfaithful effort
Isabella, remember, again
That love has fall in a drain
Not only nothing to gain
But also broke the brain
You believe all what you say
As a role of a daily play
Surely, will see some day
How much of love you deny
Wednesday 13th February 2019 3:31 pm
every word
“ …. every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness” (Beckett)
every word
Be born, live, cry, die; always cry.
Why cry?
Why not?
I am not on Earth
to fail to exist,
or any other madman's fantasy.
Sammy found something
worthwhile:
he found
- Nothing.
Eat, move, create, decay;
earthen in earth
for the Archaeologis...
Thursday 21st December 2017 12:29 am
ABOUT NOTHING
This is a poem about nothing
nothing coming to mind
never mind it might get interesting
although I doubt it
I have no reason to elaborate
'cause multiples of nothing
don't amount to much
and as such
reveal little except
a blank concept
from which you can draw any conclusion
that avoids confusion.
Wednesday 12th August 2015 10:33 pm
Silence
The feather crashes to the ground.
On one leg stands a single crane.
The snow falls without a sound,
And birds quieten during the rain.
Awaiting words to read out loud,
To fill the silence like a shroud
Over my nose, eyes, mouth and ears.
If I don't feel, sound disappears.
There is no noise in the background
No more white stuff, hum or drumming:
The sound of nothing, black and round,
Knowledge of all that is...
Wednesday 7th January 2015 3:46 pm
One
This is the shell
I am only Human
So is he
So is she
Exploited Now.
Comprehension wants to know something of the perception.
I am not perfect
The devil strives for perfection.
What do we have to do
Who tested you?
They've been watching me ever since.
Capable of being alive.
Spiritually I am visiting you.
I am jumping around the universe from p...
Friday 1st June 2012 8:42 pm
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