Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide,
Came a ghost, and for a moment walked in silence by my side --
Now my heart was hard and bitter, and a bitter spirit he,
So I felt no great aversion to his ghostly company.
Said the Shade: 'At finer feelings let your lip in scorn be curled,
'Self and Pelf', my friend, has ever been the motto for the world.'
And he said: 'If you'd be happy, you must clip your fancy's wings,
Stretch your conscience at the edges to the size of earthly things;
Never fight another's battle, for a friend can never know
Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try;
Since twelve I haven't closed an eye,
And now it's three, and as I lie,
From Notre Dame to St. Denis
The bells of Paris chime to me;
"You're young," they say, "and strong and free."
I do not turn with sighs and groans
To ease my limbs, to rest my bones,
As if my bed were stuffed with stones,
Not to shudder nor to fall,
Not to blubber nor to shake.
Not to run, not to give up;
Not to be enslaved by mistakes.
Not to bow down hopeless and cry
Not to blame God and ask why.
Not even to stop a little while...
Long the mile and naught the time.
Skies that blur,
Calling for your attention,
Time to wake up.
A strange sense of peace upon you,
Where is your place in history?
Assess your existence,
Time grinds forwards,
Are you being left behind,
adopt a demon tonight
and if you're a writer
she'll help you become a
great one even
It is worth exposing yourself
You won't call her a demon,
of course. That term is offensive
You'll refer to her as The Muse,
All this universe, to the furthest stars,
all beyond them, is your flesh, your soul.
And one day, under the great sky in solitude and silence,
with humble heart shall I stand face to face with the abyss,
then, I think, i will understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds,
on water, and why flowers are painted in tints,
why there is music in leaves, and why the waves sending their chorus of voices
to the heart of the listening earth when I sing to make you dance.
the last time they
was when he told them about
that weird dream
in which wine
poured from the tap in
i know that i shall meet my shadow, one day, is our fate.
I know that, someday, the light ends for us and the deadly gravity will absorb us.
But then, without space and time, without life
and death, the infinite pieces will be reunited,
a deeper union through the tranquility of silence will be born.
And again, a magician spark will shine
and a ocean of souls will flood the universe
and will give birth to stars and grief.
And maybe, just maybe, in another heaven, my dreams will be your dreams.
You see, everything repeats itself and everything will be reincarnated in different forms.
I have many fathers and I have many mothers
And I have many sisters and I have many brothers
My brothers are black and my mothers are yellow
And my fathers are red and my sisters are white.
And I am over fifty thousand years old
And my name is human,
And I live by light and I live by love
And I live from the air and I live from the bread,
And I know someday, we will live together
And we will be loved
Here birds don’t ever sing,
Here trees are scarce in spring,
here the planet spins and heated,
Here our shadow grows as years pass.
Deceived and wounded and unsure,
but the light, imperishably pure,
is in me yet.
And it will never be too late
To start afresh..