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Inside the image that lay.

It was a basic photo, I saw,

The fair essence of a youthful fellow:

Then I felt a feeling of stunningness:

Trouble mixing with my euphoria!

I was right here, at 23

The elegant picture, a young fellow

With delicate and wavy reddish hair

New youthful 셔츠룸 muscles, jaw and temple!

Clear and straightforward were things,

That my internal soul developed;

The white cloak of effortlessness:

Maybe some other time.

Presently, an elderly person at 64

With grabbing eyes, overcast psyche

That thin room of youth abandoned:

Glowing excellence currently disappeared!

As though enveloping in one evening:

Wild and dull and brilliant dreams,

Maturing inside that old photo:

We procure as we have planted!

Hence, the spirit presently endlessly pauses

For the day he’ll disappear

However the image actually remains:

Some time ago, he was 23.

#3339 (4-2-2012)

Haiku for Iceland

In 1999, the ninth of

September, at 9:00 a.m.! I was flying

to Iceland, that is:

9-9-1999 at 9:00 a.m.!

#3340 (4-2-2012)

The Drinking Room

(The Poem)

Here men are patched

It lives in a basic kitchen,

Level green walls, with a white sky

What’s more, a light emission, for the sun

(put in the focal point of the roof)!

Here you can turn into a cured stone.

The stones of the brain, serene…

The heart stone calm, moved by

nothing.

Just to take care of the mouth-opening with

channeled in liquor.

Here individuals of the local beverage

Such in vim’s of murkiness

Wipe kissing the phallic glass

containers of lager.

One stone eye closes, leaving the

Other to observe equivalence:

A large number of days after day…

A current unsettles the wires in your mind

Volts upon volts zapping the middle!

This is the drinking room,

That snares the hands and psyches of

the dead, or biting the dust?

Love is in the thirst and revile, the tingle!

Furthermore, we as a whole get naturally suspecting:

“I’ll quit drinking!

I’ll be all around great…

Tomorrow!”

Yet, few at any point do,

They simply change rooms.

Note: it took me 22 years until I quit drinking; I recently continued to change rooms, presently I have thirty years of temperance.

#3337 (4-1-2012)

Cinders

There are cinders on the moon, I bet:

left over from the people of old!

There are cinders on Earth, moving

in the breeze, I’ve seen this.

There are cinders on Mars, red like

-torpid fire…here and there

All over the place: I’ve seen photos!

There are cinders on Mercury, hot

what’s more, burnt…there must be (?)

Sometime in the future, assuming that you investigate my

casket, you’ll find remains as well!

Remains have a long history with

humankind, individuals, the universe.

The sun, one day will detonate,

be sucked into nothingness;

Or on the other hand maybe a dark opening

Leaving just cinders and dead gases!

Then, at that point, what?

We’ll all begin once more, from Ashes?

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