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Tormented in school, berated at home
A constant need to live this life alone
I finished school to go abroad
My heart weighed with a heavy load
And every step I took then
Echoed with my mother's voice
An empty heart and a sad soul
Need time to recover and become whole
I needed to live among caring men
So I would not relive that life again
But still I heard that woman's voice
I wandered far and away back then
Vowing never to return home again
Haunted and hounded by my mother's ghost
Peace is desired but it has a heavy cost
Only now at the side of one I love
Who heals and soothes with a velvet glove
Does that voice soften and sound like the wind
And drift away like my dreams from my mind
And in the end I realized
That only my father and my sister cared
The former supported me till now more than I knew
The latter supports me at every thing I do
And I no longer hear that awful voice
When Heaven is Angry page 1When the Heaven is Angry
There was a celebration for these past three days during which the air outdoors was humid and ready to pour down rain. It finally did. Much to everyone's chagrin and my relief. It may seem odd but nobody paid attention to the sky or temperature. They took it for granted. Typical attitude in these parts. Every year without failure until this year. This year the weather was uncertain and rain fell more often. I cannot complain. I enjoy showers and storms.
They are thrilling to be in. I remember when I was still a boy and lightning struck a tree in our back yard near the kitchen and my mother was working in it. She jumped and I said "Heaven is angry because you're too tough with us kids." Of course she refused to believe me but I enjoyed warning her. Storms like that happened only occasionally but they were exciting. Today in the midst of a festival observed almost mindlessly due to long history a wild shower burst near my room and it thri
Woman's SilenceWoman's Silence
Woman is silent with a man
For sundry reasons
She may be anxious
About his health and their future
She may be sad
But afraid to tell
She may be happy in love
And simply enjoying it all
How do I know?
I am lying beside my woman
A soul suppressed for centuries
Duties of nobility
Affairs of state
Until she stopped living
My woman is silent too
About my health and our future
But she enjoys with me
Happy in our love
Love Haiku 3Love Haiku #3
Far from the simple souls
In the quiet of my single room
I have mood for love
Light in the DarknessLight in the Darkness
The light is fading slowly
Scanty hours of sunshine
But there is no monster without human shape
Where to find hope?
The call wafts to my ear like the breeze
"Relax and enjoy with Puabi, beloved!"
If I had no love, I'd be hopeless too
I keep vigil at the bedside
A Rather Peculiar Dream [conclusion]A Rather Peculiar Dream
The crew of that ship decided unanimously to destroy the parchment. They hoped that destroying it would eradicate their nightmares. However, the worse was bound to happen. They carried the parchment to the inn cautiously, hurried behind the inn and looked for dry wood. They separated and searched he terrain. About half an hour later, they returned to the spot and built a small bonfire; and then, they tossed the parchment into the fire. Instead of merely a burning manuscript, the air was filled with loud, painful screams. In the midst of burning the parchment, mysteriously the faces of Andrew Carlyle and two other mates caught fire and they suffered disfigurement and blindness. The unaffected mates gasped. The parchment jumped animatedly from the fire and landed in Carlyle's lap, setting his body ablaze.
They tried to seize the document and throw it into the fire again but it burned one mate's hands. He yelped in agony. Then, it suddenly vanished in sm
A Rather Peculiar Dream [page 2]A Rather Peculiar Dream
The following night,however,the first mate had a stranger dream than the last. He was still in R'yleh but searching frantically for a way out. He turned and ran in every possible direction but he discovered that they ended in a dead end. The terrain and structures at each end were strange and foreboding to him. But as soon as he looked back over his shoulder, he discovered that the monsters were trailing him. They seemed to hunt him. He panicked. They loomed steadily closer to his spot. Yet no sooner had they closed in on him then he awoke. He screamed and the others heard him and hurried to his bedside.
"Andrew, what's the matter now?" one asked him.
"Those horrible things are tracking me!"
"They followed me in the dream and almost caught me!"
The others shok their heads and tried to think of ways to stop Carlyle from dreaming. However like that first night they all eventually suffered exhaustion and fell asleep. That night, around the hour
Love SonnetLove Sonnet
I could not post your photo
On my door
I finally felt that our love should be secret
For ever more
And besides I cannot explain to hoi paloi
They never seem to know
(They must think I'm crazy
Or even weird
To cuddle a tube pillow
That I embrace as you)
That is what deep true love will do
I am delighted, I just don't care
Let common minds think as they want
We will love till my life is through
A Rather Peculiar Dream [page 1]A Rather Peculiar Dream
Cthulhu R'yleh wgal'nagh ftagn
Do dead souls dream? Do living souls dream of the dead?
Worse, do they dream the same dream?
Of ships that sailed the Arctic or Antarctic, that reached eventually the island source of the dreaded cult, few ever return to port. In my lifetime, as I resided near Providence, Rhode Island, one ship with a total crew of 5 men managed to return to port. The crew lodged at a local inn for a few nights, and tried desperately to forget what they found. They played games, sang tunes, exchanged tales of other experiences. Afraid to dream, they took pills to keep awake. Eventually, though, they fell asleep from simple exhaustion. Near the wee hours of morning, the first mate, Andrew Carlyle tossed and turned in his bed. His fellows herd faint cries of a name or names never heard or known before: Cthulhu, Dagon, R'yleh.
The next morning, after first mate Carlyle awoke, they asked him about those names. He explained grimly that he had lain sleep
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
Ακόμα μόνος του΄
περιπλανιέται εδώ και εκεί,
μα πάντα επιστρέφει,
αλλού δε βρίσκει καταφύγιο.
τόσο αδύναμος που κανείς δεν τον πιστεύει.
Ακολουθεί τα περιστ&
BloodRunning away, again and again through the years
Moving from white square to black and back
Packing and unpacking things without meaning
Carrying them from here to there religiously
The doctor says there’s nothing wrong, but still
I’m up at three, drinking coffee, coughing up blood
Watching the same old ghosts watching me
I don’t have to pack them when I move, they follow
A cannibal who’s eaten everyone around him
I’ve turned on myself now, three toes already gone
Watching the lights of the modem blink yellow
No connection; another cough, another coffee alone
kafka has been dead foreveri.
I am going to cut the veins out of my neck:
pull the stars from the legiments
drown the cities in bruises
I am going to burn in hell:
tear down the pyramids, the faces, the continents
the weight of the universe
(if I live to be 20
I will know the landscape of my mind
as well as the bottom of the ocean
& people I've never met)
CarcinogensMy hands smell
like antiseptic solution
and cancer, because
the peroxide won’t
cleanse your cigarette
ashes from my nails,
and the cremation
jar is still smoking.
Asperger SyndromeAsperger Syndrome is awesome.
Asperger Syndrome is cool.
Asperger Syndrome rocks.
People with Asperger Syndrome are sweet but not that outgoing.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their interests.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their pet peeves too.
People with Asperger Syndrome are quirky.
People with Asperger Syndrome sometimes have other problems too.
People with Asperger Syndrome have feelings.
People with Asperger Syndrome are people too.
Pop Rocksbeads of roman sweat and dust
lace the wind like meth into pop rocks—
feel the fizzlepop of history flamenco
across your justahuman tongue
and wonder why your professor never
lectured on the strawberry tang
of crusaders' sloshed blood.
Strange New World (edited)Strange New World (edited)
Memoirs of a Mad Poet Vol. III
I am a lone and a lonely alien
In this strange new world
From childhood I felt so much
Out of place
Sitting silent, staring dumbfounded
Family and neighbors all derided
Mother thought I was a
So was Einstein, supposedly
Mother exclaimed [to father]
"He lives in his own world!"
I do.Because it is better
Than this one.
Strange new world
I no longer know which one
That I do not belong in it
The citizens stare at me
I am not a monster
Truth to tell
I play better than them
At being human.
I am alien. Not just foreign.
My home world is not on Earth
I have tried for years to leave
Like a lone airplane in its hangar
In a storm
Waiting for the abatement
When it comes,
The Key That Changed The World
Deeply regret to advise you Titanic sank this morning, the fifteenth, after a collision with an iceberg resulting in serious loss of life. Further particulars later.
At 2:20 AM Atlantic Standard Time on the morning of April 15, 1912, the largest and most luxurious man-made object that had ever been moved, the Royal Mail Steamer (RMS) Titanic, disappeared beneath the calm waters of the North Atlantic about 370 miles or 600 kilometers south-southeast of the coast of Newfoundland, leaving behind her the majority of 2,208 living, breathing human beings-- people with families, dreams, hopes, ambitions, and plans-- struggling to stay afloat in the frigid ocean water. Among them were the world's richest and most famous and influential individuals, who
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