In the regime of hunger


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No more of this poetry.
Bring on the hard, harsh real life instead;
Let the jingle of verse disappear
Bury the lyrics of my youth

Like precious Ivory of another time
When the creatures of the Earth were free
No more of this poetry.
No more need for the serenity of a poem

For the empty invisible sense of victory
Poetry, I give you a break today
In the regime of hunger, the Earth
Found more useful things, like family;

The full moon burns like a loaf of
Bread in my mouth, my wife
Waiting for me to overcome idleness.

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Alive We are But Vessels


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So, I will bend down with my soul
So, I will lay my face in the dust
So, I will find humility after brilliant failures
The songs of living will go on muffled

In my deviant will, my devious heart
I’ve had twenty-thousand desires
To err like this, to say that only few
Things matter, to say that the majority of moments

Will go forgotten, laughed upon, utterly accepted
So, I will bend my will to the nature in me
So, I will love what I was meant & made to love
So, I will find listening in times of bareness

And my life’s precious hours will disappear
Like all hours have fled before me
So, this is it and I am just one
So, the street-dogs will repeat what I have said.

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