“Thus I spin out my emotions in reams of verse
Alone in my own little corner of the universe.
This world seems blurred;
But then, thus so is the world.”
Archive for January, 2010
The Psychology Of The Unsaid: Poem
Posted in Poem, tagged dead, education, emotion, expression, glances smokescreen, instinct, lapsus, linguistics, pauses, psychology, reason, unsaid, unspoken, untranslated, unwritten, world on January 21, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
The Psychology of the Unsaid Thoughts, untranslated, remained unsaid. Was it because expression or emotion was dead? Or was it really that all courage had fled? Education has not the answer On thoughts that remain unsaid; Or the psychology of the unsaid world Could probably change the world. There were pauses, there were glances And [...]
A Wooden Door, A Metal Key: Poem
Posted in Existential poetry, Poem, tagged corpus callosum, hemispheres, midnight, my two worlds, Parisian streets, unknown, wooden door on January 3, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
A Wooden Door, A Metal Key A plain wooden door, nerve-ridden A carved metal key, in my pocket hidden. And secrets that lie behind that blank facade A building, some windows, my dreams. I wandered on those blind Parisian streets. Nobody knew my name Nobody knew where I came from I was different, yet still [...]
Today, As Always: Poem
Posted in Existential poetry, Poem, tagged emotion, finger fumbling, light, memory, memory of sorrow, today, tonight, yesterday on January 2, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
“O desultory rhyme. Time after time
I tried, the paradox of living and forgiving”
This Burdened Heart: Poem
Posted in Existential poetry, tagged abandoned, bewildered, burdened heart, care, crumbling, dejected, dreams, layers within layers, mind, mountains, sorrow, stage on January 1, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
This Burdened Heart This burdened heart speaks low but clear That today destiny’s lanes are not very clear; That pain, like rain, can mist up the eyes That clouds, like pain can block out the skies That somewhere else my heart wants to go There are dreams and all I had to forego Burdening [...]


