Saturday, August 02, 2008

Potery: English: Someday

someday I will say, this far and no more
someday I will stand and say, fall no more
someday I will see my face in a spring of water
love what I see and think of no more

someday I will be the picture and not the pieces
someday I will be the destination not the traces
someday I will see the spirit not the faces
someday I will feel the people not the images

someday I will live life, not the dream
someday I will want you, not your notion
someday you will meet me, not my imagination
someday we will find love, not its apparition

someday nothing will exist, but me and you
someday nothing will be desired, but me with you
someday I will fear nothing, but me without you
someday it will be the same, this me and you

Someday...

Friday, August 01, 2008

Poetry English: Want to write a poem

I want to write a poem today
I want to strum a guitar,
I want to here the temple bells
I want to listen you play the sitar

do I talk about the moon
how I played with its kids all night
or of the people I am fond of
of the memories I am slave to

I want to tell you what I feel
I want you to know what I think
I want to write this poem for you
but where are you when I look for you

I can fill it in with all those words
which I know but really dont mean
I can say all the phoney things
but I want to write a peom not a rhyme