Friday, 4 June 2010

THINKING OF KEATS


My love is selfish
And my life's mourning
My religion is love
I'd die for you

You are exquisite
Pain and pearls
You've ravished me
I'm a martyr for love

There's no end
To my religion
But I cannot exist without you
There's no content to my life
Will you always dismiss me?
Will your heart never change?

I shudder no more

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my wish is not to live within the walls of art
nor to surrender to desire's unwavering night
i want to live in full blast, only one sheet apart
from the world
instead of silent howling in a damp cave of an eremite
i wish for arms burdened with lively tasks
brimming with vibrant actions pulsating to the shores
of my whole being
so this sublime mask
becomes a rugged moor
and my mind is finally paused still
like a child's yearning for the unchangeable
rhythm of its mother's breast