Fable Poems (74)

at night in the dojo,some monks had a chat about perfection.
the first said: be like an ocean of compassion!
the second said:have detachment to acquire a clear vision !
and the third:practice a perfect zazen to reach the knowledge!
no,no,no..replied master oshiba:
compassion is the worst form of selfishness if you're only able
to kiss the sandals of the first bagger on your path..
detachment,is the worst form of illusion:your wisdom will light up the dojo,but once at the market you'll be unable to compare two melons!
knowledge is the worst form of contempt,be a wiseman not a master,
practice zazen like unbereable little monkeys and you will be able
to compare melons !

a famous warrior wanted to make a fun of master oshiba,
he asked:
honourable master,give me a good reason to spare your life !
master oshiba replied :
have you the power to keep your mind still,just a second ?
the warrior took his sword and killed himself.

I'm born,aspergus in my soul..
I wasn't..
presaging my refusal of conventions,
my refuse of disposal..
I'm born,aspergus in my heart,
I wasn't..
declining the politness of shades..
to be double of your virtual..
beware poetock nock !
I explode your word's neutrino !
I'm born,aspergus in my guts
I wasn't..
silently walking in the loony diagonal..
brave fisher makes me master,
black friar is my brother.
I'm born,aspergus in my soul..
I wasn't..
I'am a theory of sentiments,
bonzaied are mes words,
warped my brain..
you don't see me,gentle egotics,
you dont listen me,jolly mile runners,
I'm the spirit of crowd,
i'm a reflect of your fears,
the presence of your absence..
tonight,coming home,
bewitching on your comp',
I will be there..
I master aspergus your faithfull companion.

Desire to love you haunts me
Wanting to kiss you taunts me
What shall I do, when I see you
That thought alone melts me!

you are one beauty larger then sea
I am the beast falling so deep!
Want to hold you from everywhere,
That thought alone raunch me!

Heart wants to melt
Soul wants to merge
Mind wants to tuned in,
Body has its own urge!

You can judge me for who I am,
Or love me with freedom, for what I am!
There is noo fullmoon without a mark
I want to be light for you
In the pitch dark!

keeping you like upon a dreaming time...
I can't touch you,
can't kiss you..
or just behind my comp's cold prohibition..
you,vertical image a virtual love...
I'd like breathe your thousand and one night scent,
thoughtfully yours,
my swinging grey skies wandering in your secret forests,
the load our voices blended in the warmth..
kittenly yours...
already time for life..
bye my bewitched liar..

My death won´t be paid...
I won´t be murdered like mice
I am like Andersen´s Little Mermaid
So nobody will understand my love sacrifice
I am not "for sale"...
Maybe my role is in another Andersen´s fairytale...
Probably "The Ugly Duck"
Hopefully(later) a swan who will fly away and tuck...

on the corner of the streets in lay byes they stand
dressed in there rags to riches clutching their mobiles in hand
wondering where there next fix maybe
to escape their termoil of this land

punters come and go they like voultors prey on the volunable woman of the night
these women of ill repute, selling there bodies of there trade
some inocent some wanting fun ,most so volunable

intoxicated on drugs and alcahol, intoxicated they will sleep with any one
for that next fix they rely upon
to get trough there wretched day they toll away selling there bodies and souls to the pimps they know

locked in there daily trade never knowing
if they will be here today ,or gone tommorow
for on the streets they have to borrow
to make ends meet for there illect trade for thats the only work they know

hurt

bitter resentful

conflict words haste

sow love not bitter seeds

hurt

There was a small village.
Where happy people lived.
But when the vikings came, causing pain.
ransacked a town left burning but condemned by rain.

A youngster came along.
saw that all happiness was gone.
buildings blackburned and hidden zombies.
not able seeing the salvation of survival in their eyes.
in fact there has been no war.
everybody refused to help, or were to trembled by fear.
The war will never be won.

All the time after the disaster.
the young fellah, is still smilling.
unto the bitter angry chief of the village.

whinning: why are you laughing?
Oh I don't mean it that bad dear lad.
would I yearn for a time we once met?
could I not build it better than last time.
Why don't you consider time.
it's falling of your sleeve.
but ever since you are the killjoy.
and harbringer of happiness, you are your own thief.

but what could I possibly do?

well you could get the other mourners together.
bury corpses, making a bigger city.
building better strongholds.
So you might take a chance next time these savages appear.
enjoy life, it's short, but a mourning second never crawls back in.
it's lost for a lifetime.

a shot o'er the bough brought fear through the night
still, I wish you very much the same
never realizing the terrible chore
the unrealistic claim
that we both were to blame
no matter what our name
and who we chose to shame
or why we play the game
it always ends the same
we're human, expect little more

perspectives pick up the weakness of you now
the softness and bruising inside
I only try to help 'cause I know
the terrible thoughts in your mind
only leave you behind
and others of your kind
friends you may find
if they be of likemind
must have come from the same vine
thus securing that none ever grow

food on the table, but not a bite for me
nourishment? huh? what a joke!
I feed upon your vice and all you say is good
my belly fat with flab
from pronouncements that you blab
your failed attention for to grab
spotlight for diatribe
now you'll never hide
see your darkness deep inside
your heart is black, your mind is merely wood